Dawn had been with the mysterious boy known only as Ray for five years now, and had even come to call him her father. She had grown into a curious young girl with a knack for healing. She would bandage other children who were injured, and learned all she could from the urchins that were older. She would often find herself in the company of Thorn the mouse, who she had known since the day she had been brought into the little group.
Many did not understand the complexity of the Urchin life. There were the beggars, who brought in the spare coin that was given to them by the kind surface dwellers that deemed them worthy of a coin. There were the thieves that brought treasures and candies to the children. There were the entertainers who served as a distraction for the thieves, and entertained the children when the night was done. There were all sorts of what people called "Unsavory" characters who were just doing what they could to survive, just like any other person, and Dawn was among them.
Dawn had found at a young age that she was naturally gifted in the ways of healing and comforting, but she was also skilled in self-defense. Ray would often ask her what she planned on doing when she grew older. "I'll probably do what I'm doing now, seeking knowledge while helping those who need it." Ray would always smile at that response.
Dawn's raven hair with white lightning had reversed its color scheme, turning into a brilliantly golden white hair with a black lightning bolt in it. Her eyes were a fierce green and blue that sent shivers down the spines of many who would dare to harm one of her fellow urchins, especially one younger than her.
The rule of the streets was that you stick with your partner, or you might just be asking for your demise. Unfortunately, the great Neverwinter Plague broke that rule just as fast as magic could be cast.