Darkvision

The ability to see in the dark, both natural and magical.

Echolocation

The ability to navigate by the echoes of sound waves.

Poison

Mogwe's skin can secrete a noxious liquid poison when she feels threatened. It is lethal if ingested or otherwise absorbed by the bloodstream.

Venom

Mogwe can inject a deadly venom via either her bite or the use of the spurs on her heels.

Verbal Speech

The ability to communicate in spoken words.

Mogwe is a miniscule creature that, at first glance, resembles nothing so much as a neon-colored bat. Closer examination reveals her wings are attached to an unmistakably humanoid body, albeit her proportions are rather squashed and childlike. She has long ears that are almost hornlike in their pointed shape, attached to a batlike head, while a pair of short, saber-like teeth protrudes from her upper jaw. Her humanlike hands and feet bear only four digits apiece, and said digits come to sharp, stiff points rather than ending in true claws or nails. Her tail is long and quite prehensile, ending in a poisonous barb. Two spikes jut from each elbow, and her heels bear venomous spurs. Her black skin brightens into an almost neon green on her hands, feet, tail-tip, and at the points of her ears, as well as being mottled with the same vibrant green on the outer edges of her wing-leather. Her eyes, ever alert and staring, have dark green sclera and neon green irises. A nick is present in the upper cartilage of her left ear, and a large golden hoops dangles from the lobe of her right.

Mogwe is a very high-strung little thing, almost more like a bird than the bat she resembles. Her movements have frantic quality to them, and the only time she's ever fully relaxed is when she's safely perched on her dragon's head. It's an ingrained part of her nature to cause trouble wherever she can, but so is her cowardice, and thus Mogwe is always on the lookout for anything that could possibly cause her harm.

Her relationship with Chiroptidae is sometimes rather odd. She alternates between treating the dragon as her benevolent protector and as a cherished possession, jumping from the subservience of a familiar still loyal to its master to the arrogance of a creature unused to personal freedom utterly without warning.

Years ago, Mogwe was the familiar of a warlock who made their living in the alchemy of potions and poisons, a number of which used the imp's own venom as a basis.