expand_less You are a fetch: a rare half-ghost, half-human creature.  Whether the product of some magical experiment or unlikely union, you continue to persist, year after year.  Though nearly a century in age, you nevertheless appear like a middle-aged human with skin of nearly transparent white, faint blue eyes, and ashen-gray hair.  Superficially, fetches resemble unnaturally lithe and fragile humans, and they present as sickly specimens knocking on death's door.  Most often encountered in the Veil, they are rare in the material world, but this has always been your home.  When you speak, it is always in a soft, melodious voice barely above a whisper.whisper.  Curiously, you cast no shadow - a hint of your true nature that is seldom noticed.
 (Feel free to change any of the above.  A possible backstory is presented below, but feel free to change it as well.  Additionally, there are some open questions you can answer.)
Your mother was Johai Doriavo, a Citizen of House Doriavo in Ohma.  As a Citizen, she was considered a noble member of the ruling class.  However, when she wouldn't name your father, and it was discovered that you were half-ghost, she was disgraced and cast out of the house.  She was eventually accepted into the Untouched Monastery, where you spent your formative years learning and training under its esteemed monks.  She died there, alone with her secrets, but you remained and continued your studies.
The Monks of the Untouched Monastery have one sacred rule: no physical contact.  While it protects from disease, it can lead to an isolated existence.  Fortunately, you were graced with a gift for telekinesis - making you an exception to the rule.  To continue your magical studies, you eventually decided to leave for the Floating Cities of Al'Maqadim.  There are great academies of arcane instruction there, and though it took some convincing, you eagerly enrolled.
Then the Daulo attacked.  Magic-immune barbarians riding winged horses descended on the Ivory Towers of the Floating Cities.  Impervious to all direct magical attacks, but not telekinetic projectiles, you found yourself to be one of the only spellcasters capable of defending the city.  When a traitor opened the gates, you and the other defenders were routed and forced to flee to Ashareashade.  The Daulo pursued and nearly killed you, but at the last moment, you were saved by none other than Marko Doriavo.
With the Floating Cities conquered, you find yourself supporting your mother's house, generations after she fled.  House Doriavo seems different than in the stories, and you owe a life to Marko for putting an end to the Daulo's pursuit.