My wizard father thinks I'm a disappointment because I wanted to become a doctor instead of hanging around in a basement all day reading books like him. However, he doesn't know I failed out of arcane school and can't became a sorcerer supreme because bullies caused me to suffer a grave injury to my hands so I just pursued my dreams. The accident also caused a weird fault with my magical powers and I can't control the magic I use to help people. If my magic gets too out of control it can ripe apart. My life is this only suffering, because I feel like it's a danger to use magic even in pursuit of my dreams, so I have trained extensively in medicine.