Description

Personality

Typically a happy-go-lucky smart-ass, always lying just beneath the surface is a sharp mind and sharper temper. Not one to forget or forgive, he would easily walk over the ashen corpse of any poor bastard that gets in his way but those who he considers friends rest easy in knowing he is unwaveringly loyal. Unfortunately for others, he keeps very few friends.

Equipment

Dressed fully in fine dark grey clothes covered by a dark leather duster that hangs to his knees and is left open. The only real tools he carries is the food in his pack as he relies on his abilities and knowledge to see himself and others through whatever situation.

History

The son of a merchant family, Omaran enjoyed a better standard of living then most but never wanted the merchant life. His family eventually got sick of his whining and inability to tolerate clients and put him in an academy of magic, where he took what many have considered to be an unhealthy interest in Pyromancy. He excelled in the arts and sciences of burning shit down and graduated on a thesis called "Fire Power", a thesis he was told never to instruct others with its contents. He does so anyway. Upon returning to his family, he realized he'd never reach his full potential staying in his home city and struck out as a mercenary to both expand his knowledge and, to a lesser extent and only because it gets him extra funding, help his family's enterprise expand. It was in his travels he met the two men he regards as more of his brothers then his kin ever were. And now the three have traveled far to find new opportunity, new adventures, and one person they all want vengeance against.