Mudd

He was born from a lightning strike hitting the ground above the grave a child that wasn't suppose to die. Even the fates had said that the death was not meant to be - and it must be resolved or else time itself would fall apart. and thus the lightnight strike brought the soul of the boy to the surface, but he could not make it all the way, and thus he was born of the mud and clay. Able to become what ever or whomever he wants, he simply melds himself into new life to live a new life every generation.