Where I'm from, some people with magic can be born with an affinity for certain types of magic. An element or a concept, basically. People can also be born with too much magic for their body to actually contain- it constantly spills out somehow, whether they want it to or not. People with too much magic can be physically altered by it somehow, but if you've got too much magic and an affinity, you're never going to look like a normal person. Like, ever. Those with more obvious changes are called the Stained, because... well. It's like staining wood, or glass. Or clothes, I guess.

I'm Stained. My affinity is misfortune, and I have too much of it. From the day I was born I was just... bad luck. It even keeps me from using anything but hexes and curses- because, you know, misfortune.

[ You tell a kid that literally everything is their fault enough, and they believe it. Something he's probably familiar with. ]

But it's gone, here. It's. I feel... empty. But I can walk down the street without worrying if my excess magic over misfortune is gonna cause a car crash or not.