staasto, faerie raised human, witch of fate. You were a changeling child, a faerie swapped with that of a mortal child as an infant. Whatever happened tot he human child, you know not, but you live out the life they would have. You grew up in a humble family of artisan metalworkers and took up the job of blacksmith from what your father taught you, that was until an incident at your work. A man about your age, horribly deformed approached you. He claimed you to be a bastard child, a demon raised by man, a parasite that ruined any chance for a happy life he had. You had no clue what he spoke of. He yelled at you, he cursed you, he even tried to physically attack you. Before you could react again and call for someone, he was gone. Ever since then, people gave you strange looks for strange reasons, all of the mundane and common aspects of your life changed drastically, you started to gain strange power. Alongside these things, you began to commonly feel a strange pain. Every day for about an hour, you would feel entropy course throughout the entirety of your being, all that would see you during this would see you as shriveled screaming screaming beggar with fading mind. Youve been hard at work trying to solve this with your best magic for the longest time, but you feel the curse grow stronger by the day now. Youve heard word of something wicked in your land, doing the same to many other innocent people in your land. Youre uncertain whether youre doing this for yourself or others, but youve made the decision to stop this evil at all means neccesary