A Glorious Catastrophe
A spirit with no calling, Fiddlesticks has a problem with an overabundance of magic. Picking up any stray plea or call for aid, her spells are sometimes wonky but, always help in a round about way...Just be prepared to end up covered in something-usually edible before it's over.
Well meaning but without a focus for her gifts, the magic she constantly absorbs wreaks havok with her balance and spells regularly, so often in fact she's forgotten her original name and instead goes by her most used exclamation when things go wrong. Oh Fiddlesticks!
Forever searching, she hopes to experience that perfect moment where the magic that fizzes and pops inside her finally settles on finding that one thing that she was made for. Old but, forever youthful, she has long mastered the ability to shift between two legs and four paws, though the wings stay regardless, helping to cause mischief wherever she roams.