Samuel Morrow has been an outsider since the day he was born. Blessed with the blood of an omen dragon coursing through his veins, Samuel's draconic heritage soon manifested itself erratically and somewhat gruesomely. Those who did not consider him a freak or a bad omen were few and far between, even from an early age. Whatever family he might have belonged to were certainly in no rush to claim him, and so he spent his youth in an orphanage in Absalom. Samuel did not wallow in self-pity at his misfortunes, however. Instead, he learned to adapt to his own inherent reputation. The parts of him that marked him as strange and other, he emphasised and played into. He began to offer cryptic 'prophecies' that spelled either doom or prosperity to his latest target, and to his great surprise he discovered people would actually pay him for this supposed service. As he grew into a man, he became quite skilled at the art and made it his trade. Samuel Morrow isn't even his original name, just another piece of the larger fabrication.
While his work as a fortune teller was lucrative enough - he rarely went to bed hungry, which was better than many of his peers could say - as his adulthood stretched on Samuel found himself increasingly dissatisfied with the course of his life. He held the gifts of a dragon within his veins, and he used what little of it he could muster to swindle rubes of their silver and copper. Surely there was something better than this for him, something he was born to do...a destiny, if you will. He received his answer one late evening. To his recollection, it started as a typical reading of the harrow deck for another mark, but try as he might he cannot remember a single thing about his customer. When the reading was underway, the cards turned strange. He first drew a card that somehow encompassed the entriety of a man's life as he wandered aimlessly for decades, before dying alone and forgotten. He immediately knew it was his own future. He next drew a card that showed a great portal, beautiful radiant light swirling about, that led to lands he could only dream of. A realm where dragons still roamed freely. The New World, as everyone was calling it. Lastly, he drew a card that again showed the man from the first, but this time a great and mighty dragon ripped itself free from his flesh. Powerful, resplendent, and unencumbered by the shackles of a body that could not accept its own gifts. Samuel stared at those cards for near-on an hour, and when he finally looked up his mysterious client had vanished without a word. In their seat now resided a small creature, clearly draconic in nature. It said no words, yet it promised Samuel power like he had never known. He smiled, for he finally knew his purpose. A grand destiny would not just simply fall into his lap. No, he would have to seek it out for himself.
If he wished to awaken the gifts of his draconic heritage, he would need to seek out his distant kin and learn their secrets for himself. The very next day, Samuel and his new familiar (which he dubbed Weal for the good fortune it was sure to bring him) boarded the first ship they found heading towards the portal that led to the New World.
Samuel's attention is primarily focused on the role of dragons in the New World, particularly the mysterious seals that several of them guard. If some force is capable of bending dragons to their will, he would very much like to discover it for himself before it grew to be more of a problem. However, he is also drawn to just about anything tangentially related to dragons as well, thus the White Kobold Tribe are another key point of interest for him. What is their history, and how do they relate to the dragons that roam these lands?