Ozzie

Ozzie grew up in the labyrinthine underbelly of the Underdark, where houses rise and fall like teeth and every shadow might conceal a dagger. Born into a minor Drow house, she learned early that loyalty is a currency and silence is a shield. She preferred the thrill of moving unseen to the hollow promises of court politics, and the surface world offered a map to freedom she could never find in the subterranean halls. Her bow—long, patient, precise—became her voice when words failed, and she quickly learned to keep enemies at bay with a whisper of string and a heartbeat of wind. A katana, a gift from a surface ally she once saved, rests at her side as a symbol of independence and a reminder of debts she intends to settle on her own terms. Daggers, always within reach, complete a toolkit built for quick strikes and quick exits. In daylight, she fights a familiar bias of her kin: Sunlight Sensitivity. She favors night routes, rain-slick rooftops, and crowded markets where she can melt into the crowd and watch the world unfold from a distance. Her goals are simple and stubborn: survive on her own terms, amass wealth through wit and skill, and one day carve a place for herself where she won’t answer to anyone’s rule but her own.