Omy is a small, pale icy-blue dragonborn woman with nearly white scales, silver-white horns, and bright frost-blue eyes. Her breath fogs even in warm air, and delicate frost gathers along her snout and claws when she is excited or angry. She wears well-fitted studded leather beneath a dark, oversized cloak, with several hidden pockets sewn into the lining. Her belt carries twin daggers, thieves' tools, a pouch of glittering trinkets, and a stolen noble's hat that she insists is lucky.

Omy is clever, playful, curious, and emotionally immature. She treats danger like a game until someone threatens her family. She loves shiny objects, dramatic entrances, secret passages, snacks, and anyone who shows her genuine affection. Beneath her childish enthusiasm is a calculating thief who notices every exit, loose purse, hidden weapon, and change in tone.

Omy hatched alone beneath a moonless winter sky in a cavern buried deep beneath the mountains. There was no mother, father, or clutch waiting for her, only broken eggshells, frozen bones, and a strange silver scale buried beneath the ice. Her pale scales and constant frost marked her as the last known descendant of an ancient frost dragon bloodline, but Omy understood none of the legends. She only knew that she was cold, hungry, and desperately wanted someone to carry her. That someone was Grakka, a wandering orc who found her curled around a piece of eggshell. When Omy reached up and said, "Up," Grakka sighed, lifted her, and became her guardian, teacher, and family. Grakka taught Omy the practical arts of survival and crime. She learned to read locks, pockets, guard patrols, and frightened faces. Together they established the Frost Den, a traveling refuge for thieves, smugglers, runaways, and other unwanted people. Omy became its smallest and most talented infiltrator, slipping through narrow windows, freezing troublesome mechanisms with her breath, and stealing valuables from people who never noticed her arrival. She rarely kills, not from mercy, but because Grakka taught her that living victims make better lessons and more entertaining chases. Now Omy has left the Frost Den to seek treasure, fame, and new friends, carrying letters for Grakka and a backpack full of snacks, lockpicks, and objects she considers important. She has not yet realized that hunters seeking the last frost dragon may be following her trail.