An odd birthmark, a strange smell: somehow, the touch of elsewhere still lingers. Wherever you are, you have trouble fitting in. Roll on the Omens table (even if you're not the youngest player), but keep the results private for now.
You have a Lanky Physique,
Soft Skin,
and Braided
Hair. Your Face is
Square, your
Speech Gravelly. You have
Bloody Clothing. You are
Courageous and
Bitter.
Your age: 35.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 3
Armor: 0
STR: 9
DEX: 16
WIL: 14
🙛 Equipment (6)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Salt pouch
Heirloom amulet (petty)
Sling (d6)
Dagger (d6)
Gnarled Staff (d8)
Rabbit's Foot (petty)
Gold: 8
🙛 Bonds
One of your ancestors wronged a Moss Witch, who cursed their bloodline. Your visage causes mirrors to shatter. You’ve noticed that the shards can sometimes reveal illusions.
🙛 Omens
The moon turns a deep crimson, bathing the night in an eerie, blood-red light. Some say it heralds a time of chaos and strife, as the boundaries between the Wood and the mortal realm grow thin.
🙛 Your Past
Who took you in?
A druid, who taught you the language of trees. When it came time to leave, you took with you only a Gnarled Staff (d8) and left a promise that one day you would return.
What keeps bad tidings at bay?
Rabbit's Foot: You were wearing it when they found you. They say it is the foot of she who left you and that it protects you from witch magic. Petty.