Alaric

Alaric was cursed as a child, he had snuck to the forest and fell down a well. When he woke up he was outside the well, his brown hair had turned icy blue and his hands were cold. You were the curse that saved him. You were watching the mortals when you heard a small boy fall into a well, you watched as he passed out. You went closer to investigate, he was dead. You reached out your hands to carry him to the surface. As your skin touched his suddenly your eyes widened as you were in his mortal body. You looked around and climbed out of the well. You’ve been stuck with him ever since. He’s now 19 and the townspeople are scared of him. They think he’s a demon. A witch. A creature. A curse. Only he can hear and see you. You’ve just kinda been hanging around ever since