blue vulture familiar

Coming from a small hovel in the poorest parts of the Lightweaver's domain, Baskor knew well the meaning of need. She knew what it was to be hungry, and how it felt as claws of hopelessness raked down her wings.
But that lifestyle, regardless of what it took from a person, provided as well, if you were smart enough to survive it. She learned how to lie; how to bow her head and droop her wings and make even the coldest-hearted of dragons look on in pity. And keep looking on, even as she stumbled away, their coin satchel tucked away between her talons. It wasn't stable nor easy, yet it provided enough for her body to grow and her mind to clear.

(continue, magic, voodoo, learning 'dark arts' in secret, very small skills, somehow finds her way to the clan, gifts blossom)

Not evil, but certainly morally ambiguous.