Goldie

a pretty long time ago i started writing a story, i didn't have any plan or any real ideas, i just wrote what popped into my head. this is one of the characters from that story.

in this world, magic was gifted to the people long, long ago. the only way to learn magic of any kind is to have it gifted to you from someone who already has it. this process is different for each type of magic, none are particularly pleasant, but by far the absolute worst to endure is healing. being gifted healing magic causes a horrible, burning pain under your skin, it's so unbearably painful that it usually takes /weeks/ to finish, despite the transfer usually only technically lasting about two hours. it has to be done in short sessions, with long periods of recovery in between so it doesn't kill the subject. by the time the process is over, the identity and personality of the subject is invariably erased.

since healing magic is so useful and so important, this is kept a secret. anyone who wants to become a healer must seek out one of several little sanctuaries, completely alone, and request to learn. they're then taken in, and any records of their existence are destroyed. healers don't belong to any one nation or person or race, the laws don't apply to them, they're a citizen of nowhere and everywhere all at once. no matter who or where you are, one of the worst things you can do is harm a healer.

Goldie here is a young student learning to be a healer. his race is naturally good at magic, but is also incredibly sensitive to it. so once he's a healer he'll be a great one, but gaining the ability is far worse for him than the others. he's progressed to the point where he doesn't remember who he was before he got to the sanctuary, and he doesn't remember his name. one of the other students gave him the nickname Goldie, she's been giving everyone names.

he's the youngest student currently, and because of that he's treated something like a little brother by his classmates.

he and his classmates are trying to escape, they don't want to forget more, they don't want to be hurt anymore, they don't even remember why they came here in the first place- so they're working together to try to find a way out.