Zendra

Zendra was a woman who got in with the wrong crowd. As an Aasimar, she knew of her angelic origin, but not the extent at all. She would regularly find herself studying ancient tomes and texts to learn just an inkling, just a hint, about who she was and what that mean. Her parents didn't matter, they weren't in the picture and hadn't been until they say the tone of her skin with her glowing eyes. They knew that meant they'd spawned something that wasn't quite human.
In her later years, Zendra found herself working for an organization called The Knowing Hand. She began a life of petty crime, that quickly escalated into much more serious acts. She had the stomach for this, but there were certain events, or rather people, who were burned into her memory.

Being part of the knowing hand, she was sought out by a dangerous man, with a scar on his left eye. He ambushed her in her home, the home she shared with several people she might even call family at this point, and he burned it to the ground. He sliced off both her arms during the battle in the flaming building and left her for dead. As the light was fading from her eyes, she saw visions of a creature who promised to save her now, if it meant she'd do him a favor later. She agreed and was immediately met with a searing hot pain in both of her stumps as they were replaced and stitched with infernal metal. She ran outside of the burning building, the fire not bothering her so much now, but was not able to find the mysterious man.
She did however meet a dwarf named Xanthine who was also there that night. They have been friends since and both want to find the man who has done this.
Zendra developed a kinship with a man she met named Pip, and they traveled together for some time. They would do odd jobs and scrape by. She now travels with a group called the Ardent Dawn, looking for a way to grow her powers even further. She wants to know who she is, or rather, why she is.