Cheerful || Perspective || Obsessive || Inquisitive || Envious || Devious || Guiltless

Omen tends to be a cheerful soul, a smile is on her face as she finds it easy to intermingle with others, though others may not enjoy conversing with someone quite like her. While at times she lacks empathy and care for others, it's easy enough for her to slide by with her friendly demeanor. Omen is never the type to hang in the back of a room, and much prefers to be bold in her choices and has no shame in voicing her opinions even if she is the only one that thinks such things. Omen knows how to read a room, to notice small movements that can cause larger affects, she is ever in watch of the world around her, a sick joy she has in watching everyone grow uncomfortable with her conversation and ideas. Many do not enjoy her company spreading rumors of the twisted deer, but Omen wears it like a badge of honor, her unsettling manners.

wc: 161

CW: Animal Death, grotesque imagery, horror

Omen was born into a simple family, not well off with no worries, but not struggling with trying to put food on the table. They did not want for much, they had enough and that was that. As a child Omen could not recall a time of hunger, or lack of affection in love. She was accepted in this safety net called home, little did she know this would be one of the last few times she would be wildly accepted with ease.

Children are blessed with being easy to enjoy and Omen was of course no exception to that rule. With her eager desire to be around others, her constant chattering she was a welcome being within the neighborhood. Omen has friends, kids always seemed to to flock together regardless of background and such. Being a child was easy, being an adult? Well that was far harder then she had excepted.

Finding out she was blessed more then just with wings, Omen had realized she had magical abilities, but with a family that was non mage bound, seeing their child's power sent them in uneasiness. It was easy to brag if their child had such a wondrous gift, something good. But when a child brings home a dead bird, showing how then can bend and crack the bones without touching it. Well its hard to praise a child at such a horror. Instead they begged their child to keep it hidden, do not show, do not speak of it. It was better this way, safer this way.

Omen had agreed to such things assuming of course parents knew best, but still how as a child supposed to ignore this fascinating new world she had found. At a different time, she wish she had heeded such words. Instead she had found herself playing with bones, forming them into small figures not quite normal. A group of children she ran around with had found her, discovered what she had been doing and to much to Omen's dismay they scattered with shouts and screams. For who would enjoy playing with a child that collected dead things and played with bones. Its then and there Omen was ostracized by what used to be her friends and she herself alone. Misery had accompanied her since then, and oddly she took it in stride, well as best as any child could.

Omen soon grew and was raised within the Order. She had no shame in teenager and early adulthood showing off her abilities, having a bit of enjoyment in terrorizing others. It was only fair from time to time. Its here she grew to who she was meant to be, accepting herself and her magic. Finding a few like mages such as herself she found herself surrounded by friends once more as well as a few lovers in between.

Omen is still a charismatic deer, easily able to talk others, to fun teasing and bickering, to being able to lend a shoulder or ear when needed. But that doesn't stop with the rumors about her. A one time event had turned into a waterfall of rumors. Omen had asked for the body of the recently deceased, of course she was denied of such things, and Omen found herself going to unmarked graves and digging up bones to work on her own magic. Of course that was not such a welcomed thing to come upon and thus the rumors of Omen had begun. The Cadaver of the Order. Linger around for dead bodies, like a vulture, many say she only lingers around those close to death as if she had a third eye able to see when someone was close to death. Of course Omen hearing such things took it in with delight! Let her be the horror of the Order, let her be all the things they say she was. If anything it boosted her ego to be such a proclaimed Order of the Mage and its with these rumors she found herself traveling down the path of Monster Hunter.

Omen is know well versed in the ways of Monster Hunting, well as much as one can be with different types of monsters appearing within the lands. She answers the call each time, bringing along a bag of bones ready to show what the Cadaver is truly capable of.

WC: 724


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1 - Magic use fatigues the caster

With such focus and attention to detail Omen will grow tired the longer she holds onto her creature she creates. The second she drops out of focus the creature itself will return to pile of bones. Over use Omen can find herself bedridden for a few days