In the drowned parish of St. Mordecai, where the water is as black as ink and the air reeks of rot and memory, lives a solitary hunter known as Omen Breaker. A tabaxi with long, matted orange fur that glistens with the dew and shadows of the bayou, he is often referred to as 'The Phantom Feline' by those few who dare to whisper of him. His eyes, a piercing yellow, seem to hold the secrets of the swamp, and his voice, when he chooses to use it, is a low, raspy murmur that speaks of long nights and ancient spirits.

Omen Breaker resides in a sunken shack stilted above the brackish waters, the walls of which are adorned with bones collected over years of traversing the bayou. Each bone is etched with clawed sigils, a language only he understands, used to pluck meaning from marrow and shape death into utility. He does not kill without purpose, yet he does not shy away from it either, embodying a morally gray existence where he looks after no one but himself.

Born with no name, no kin, and no warmth, Omen Breaker clawed his way out of the muck of the Forgotten Mire as a half-starved kitten beneath the ruins of a collapsed chapel. Abandoned by his clan to die in these forsaken waters, he survived not through strength but cunning—stealing eggs from crocodile nests, nesting in hollow trees, and attuning himself to the magical whispers of the swamp. Witchcraft, omens, voodoo, and spells became his companions, and in time, the swamp spoke back to him.

His most prized possession is his crossbow, also named Omen Breaker, always slung across his back. Carved from the bones of a great raven he killed on a moonless night, it was no ordinary bird but an omen, perhaps a spirit, maybe even a god or something far worse. This weapon is a symbol of his defiance and survival, a testament to his ability to turn the symbols of death into tools of life.

Omen Breaker's life is one of solitude and survival, marked by the constant struggle against the elements and the spirits of the bayou. His unique quirk is his ability to communicate with the dead, a trait that both aids and haunts him, as he navigates the thin line between the living and the spectral realms.