Omen (pronouns she/her) is a Tiefling sorceress born some time late in 795 PR. She does not have any particular allegiances or follows any faith, but she is aware of the influence of the divines. Most of her actions would be considered chaotic neutral.
Physical Description
Omen is a Tiefling woman that stands 5'4" and weighs about 120 lbs. She has purple skin, black hair, and pure gold eyes. Her tail measures roughly three feet in length and ends in an arrow point. Parts of her body are covered in a thin layer of golden scales (See: Draconic Bloodline) and her black horns stand tall like a gazelle's. Her sharp ears are pierced and her teeth are slightly pointed. She smells of charred wood and something metallic... perhaps blood?
Personality
Omen can find a sick sense of amusement in most things, owing to her cynical worldview that most things will go wrong. Despite that, she's put in a lot of effort in making her own luck, and has little patience with people that can't take care of themselves. She will hardly ever turn down a free meal, but is slow to trust. Omen also feels a sense of duty in helping those who help her, so that no debt is left unpaid. She will go out of her way to help those that she feels society has left behind.
Origins
Not much is known about Omen's heritage. As a newborn, she was found outside of a local brothel where the proprietors were known for having a soft spot for abandoned things. There she grew up with a band of misfits born or adopted by the ladies of the house. As generous as they were to offer her a place to sleep, Omen had to start pulling her own weight when she became old enough to pick pockets. This was the path to her urchin childhood, with most days spent dodging street corners after slashing coin purses. She did whatever she could to avoid working the back rooms.
Powers and Abilities
As a sorceress, she was born with magic in her blood. Omen primarily uses fire evocation magic, but will also use illusion magic to help with more stealth-oriented tasks.
Draconic Bloodline
Omen is no wizard, but she's determined that her firey powers must have come from some type of dragon. She's always been much more tolerant of the heat, and around puberty she noticed the appearance of thin scales along her arms, chest, and legs. A thin trail of smoke can be seen trailing from her mouth and nose when she gets particularly frustrated.
Escapades
Seglock University
She was spotted recently at the celebration at Seglock University, soon after the erection of the Sunwell. Omen knew there would be tons of free food at such an event and couldn't resist stopping by. Sure, she hadn't actually played any part in this draconic nonsense, but with her luck chances are this feast would be considered an "advance payment". As fortune would have it, the festivities were cut short by some ruckus within the university, where she aided in torching a few goblins and orcs (after pocketing some leftovers, of course). She aided a few other adventurers in rescuing a couple students and professors, but not before she got into a minor altercation (slap fight) with one professor in a very cramped hallway.
Companions
Hope
Omen always carries around a smell pet mouse named "Hope". With their short lifespans, these friends invariably die within a year or two. This doesn't stop Omen from quickly befriending another critter and passing on the name. Her current little friend is particularly fond of sharp, pungent cheeses with odors reminiscent of dwarf feet.
