PREMONITION
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IT'S AN Φ Μ Σ N . . .
Ｂｏｒｎ ｆｒｏｍ ａ ｗｏｍａｎ ｄｅａｄ ｏｆ ｐｌａｇｕｅ ✞ Ｈａｉｒ ｉｎｋ-ｂｌａｃｋ ｌｉｋｅ ａ ｃｏｒｐｓｅ ✞ Ｔｈｅ ｇｏｌｄｅｎ ｅｙｅｓ ｏｆ ａ ｈｅｒｅｔｉｃ;
An orphan of plague, a child that's every stale breathe seems their last. Omen was appropriately named by the monastery that took him in, his very birth considered a divine warning.
Cold skin and a lingering, ever-present sickness - everyone who seems to get close to him meets an untimely and bitter end.
During his strange childhood, Omen discovered a talent for raising the dead. Always having a fascination with bones, he learned he could animate them, using them for grotesque puppet shows and personal company.
As he grew older, he left the sanctuary that had been so kind to raise him and struck out to discover more about himself and the Occult.
Honing his talents and studying demonology, Omen is a proficient exorcist. He often is accompanied by at least one skeletal companion, frightening the common folk.
For those who care to get to know him beyond his uncanny appearance, he is a quiet person with a fascination with everything macabre. He tends to be obliviously morbid in his thoughts, considering such things 'inspiring'.
He is mostly harmless, a wanderer who doesn't linger in one place very long. Needless to say, he assigns more value to the dead than the living and seems to prefer their company.