You Were Made In A Jar

You were never born. You were created in a jar. Isolde Ravensong is a name that the entire Northern Kingdoms know. The Archwitch, The Raven Queen. For over a 100 hundred years, she has been slaving over one project. To create a perfect life. Not some golem, or magical beast. But a living being that will grow and learn. Now she has you. A humonculous formed from her own blood. The fruit of all her research. How will you live your life? Will you remain an experiment? Will you find your humanity? (Technically, you are an Elf, but who cares?) Will you go down in history for greatness or terror?