Due to a drunken deal you once made, your soul is not your own. Since that day you have had incredible good luck and an array of niche but potent abilities.
Your soul was sold on as a series of shares to a range of patrons, powers, and mysterious beings. You can’t die until only one entity owns all the shares of your soul. When you were young this was great but now, at 190 years old, you are tired and everything hurts.
You have set out to buy back your soul one share at a time. When you buy out each owner, the strange ability they grant will fade. You own 2% of your soul but you are only getting started. Rest seems a long way away.
