You are a specter in the night, a fleeting shadow that slips by its prey, unseen. Each kill is a test of cunning and animal determination, a contest between life and death. You know that one day you will lose. You look forward to it.
You have a Brawny Physique, Weathered Skin, and Curly Hair. Your Face is Pale, your Speech Blunt. You have Livery Clothing. You are Serene and Aggressive.
Your age: 34.
Attributes
HP: 2
Armor: 1
STR: 6
DEX: 8
WIL: 13
Equipment (9)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Tarp
Boiled Leather (1 Armor)
Short Sword (d6)
Spring-Loaded Trap
Paring Knife (d6)
Spike and Cord
Mischievous Spirit
Gold: 14
Bonds
Mischievous Spirit: You consumed a Mischievous Spirit that wreaks havoc on your insides, demanding to be taken home, deep in the Wood. It occupies one slot but absorbs one Fatigue each day. It wants you alive (for now).
Omens
Swarms of insects are fleeing from the Wood in droves, destroying any wooden structures they come across. The sound of their wings hum a familiar tune as they pass overhead, like a forgotten nursery rhyme.
Your Past
What did you last hunt?
An azure warbler. The gametes attract a sizeable profit, if properly extracted. You succeeded but left its nest to the wolves. Take a Paring Knife (d6), an extra 20gp, and a pang of regret.
What tool is always in your pack?
Spike and Cord: For traversing difficult terrain or for creating makeshift traps and structures.