The Transfigured Immortal Image

Warning: this backstory is based on the last unicorn

You were not born in mortal flesh; your existence began when the heavens called for it. You were beautiful, innocent, and filled with the grace of celestials. They say a unicorn's magic can make the old young again, and therefore, you are highly sought after by those who still believe in you. Hagrid, a tyrannical king, hungering for the immortality he could never truly possess, hunted your kind for their magic. With the red bull under his command, the king drove the unicorns into the gilded cage that was his castle walls, leaving you as the last truly free unicorn. 

Until the Red Bull set its sights on you. One day, you were prancing around a glade without a care in the world, completely unaware that your brethren were slaves to King Hagrid, when the red bull burst through the trees, burning things in its path, and it began herding you towards the castle. For four miles, it herded you until it passed a lonely hut, hearing the commotion outside and the sound of you whinnying, a clumsy and lonely warlock walked outside. Upon seeing your struggle with the beast, he knew of only one thing to do: turn you into a human. If he turned you into a human, the red bull would stop hunting you, and so he did. Now you're human and struggling with mortality and humanity.

 
Skill Proficiencies: You can choose a skill proficiency from one of these: Arcana, Nature, Religion, Animal Handling, or Medicine
Tool Proficiencies: You can choose a tool proficiency from one of these items: Alchemist's Supplies, Painter's Supplies, Lyre, or Harp.
Languages:

You know celestial and common. Having been born from the heavens, you know much more celestial than you do common, and it's easier for you to understand the intentions of celestial beings.

 
Suggested Characteristics
d6 Personality Trait
1 New feelings like 'regret' or 'desire' overwhelm me; I often react with sudden silence or wide-eyed confusion when people get emotional.
2 I sometimes stare into the distance, struggling to remember a home that feels like a dream I had a thousand years ago.
3 I am constantly distracted by the strange sensations of this body—the prickle of cold, the ache of hunger, and the weight of my own skin.
4 I feel an innate fear of fire often refusing to even get near it even if it's controlled
5 I often speak in the present tense about things that happened centuries ago, and I am perpetually startled by the sensation of my own heartbeat.
6 I frequently use metaphors involving the moon, the tides, or the turning of the stars to describe simple things like 'traffic' or 'a rainy day,' often confusing my companions.
d6 Ideal
1 The world is fleeting and fragile; I must protect the things that do not know they are beautiful.
2 I must remain a witness. To involve myself too deeply in the 'now' is to lose my connection to the 'forever'.
3 A thing that is truly beautiful carries its own protection. I seek to restore the world's lost grace.
4 I will strip away the illusions and lies of this world until only the cold, hard truth remains.
5 I answer to no king of earth or stone. My only law is the ancient green-law of the woods.
6 Things should stay as they are. The change of seasons is a melody, but the death of a forest is a silence I cannot endure.
d6 Bond
1 I am the last of my kind. My quest is not for gold or glory, but for the brothers and sisters I fear are lost forever.
2 I am hunted by a shadow-beast of flame. Everywhere I go, I look over my shoulder for the glow of its eyes.
3 A mortal has shown me a kindness (or love) that makes my immortality feel like a cold, lonely cage. I am drawn to them against my better judgment.
4 I do not seek gold; I seek the shimmer of a horn in the distance or a hoofprint in the sand that matches my own.
5 The scent of a certain flower triggers a memory of my woods so sharp it physically hurts. I follow that scent wherever it leads.
6 A clumsy mortal gave me this human shape to save me. I loathe this body, yet I am tied to his destiny until I am free of it.
d6 Flaw
1 I am beginning to forget what it was like to be immortal. The more I feel "regret," the more my past fades.
2 I do not understand irony, sarcasm, or 'white lies.' I take every word spoken to me as a sacred vow.
3 The smell of a crowded city or the noise of a tavern causes me to freeze in a state of 'prey-like' panic.
4 I find it difficult to respect anyone who will live for less than a century. Their problems seem like the buzzing of gnats.
5 I am prone to falling into long, silent trances where I mourn the loss of the world's youth, ignoring the dangers of the present.
6 Whenever I experience a strong human emotion—like rage or romantic love—my magical abilities flicker or behave unpredictably.
 

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