This is My favorite character to date. I call him Hermit the mad druid.
Hermit was born to an ancient Druidic order. While this order was very ancient it was dieing. Faith in the old gods was waning and very few powerful druids had been born in the last several hundred years. Hermit was seen by some to be a savior. They saw in him the potential to save their order and maybe even reach arch-druid status. As with all the young in Hermit order he had to pass a right of passage in which he would live for several years in the forest with an elder. There he would spend those years learning about nature and unlocking his control over nature through meditation. Hermit was sent to live with an old woman who taught him about nature and they became good friends. Unfortunately she was quite old and time was taking it's tole. Hermit watch her grow sick and tried to heal her but had not yet gained the power necessary and only ended up hurting himself. As her sickness grew worse he watched as she began to die and even worse as her mind began to slip. She no longer even recognized Hermit's face. Then one day she finally passed. Hermit felt the sorrow and anger wash over him and he ran away form the cabin and into the forest. He felt sorrow, an unbelievable sense of lost, and more than anything hatred. Hatred for himself. He screamed at himself in his head "You could have saved her if only you weren't so weak. So weak. Pathetic. She was your friend your ONLY friend and you watched her die because you couldn't use your power. You could have saved her. You should have saved her. Why didn't you get help? You didn't want to fail the test. But now she's die. Your so pathetic. How could you let her down. So weak". He kept running as his stride became driven by a deeper force, in till he had run far from the cabin. He collapsed on the ground sobbing. In the grips of his pain he felt the magic course through his veins, unlock not over time through meditation by suddenly by a rush of emotional torment. This sudden rush of magic and his emotional instability ripped him apart and wrapped his mind. For the next several years Hermit lived alone in the woods. He lost his mind and forgot all about his past life even his own name. It was there he stayed while his old order was swept away by peoples lack of faith and gnoll raids. It was there he stayed as the world continued on without him. He would have continued to stay there were it not for a traveling dwarf who had become lost in the forest and would have died. Hermit happen across this dwarf and was compelled to save him. As Hermit tended to the dwarf the dwarf helped Hermit remember how to speak. The dwarf's name was Torvin and since Hermit had forgotten his name Torvin named him Hermit. During the following months Torvin told Hermit about the world he had forgotten. Hermit and Torvin became close friends so when it came time for Torvin to return to society he asked if Hermit would come with him, but Hermit declined. He was afraid of the outside world. And so Torvin left and Hermit once again was alone. Over the next few months Hermit's life returned to normal but the idea of the outside world and of other people had rooted itself in His mind. Hermit finally decided to leave the forest and find his friend. And so he left for society.