You live in the grey space between those who have power and those who don't. You find opportunity where others see only chaos. With nimble fingers, you unburden both the richest merchant and the lowliest guard.
You have a Flabby Physique,
Scarred Skin,
and Filthy
Hair. Your Face is
Perfect, your
Speech Gravelly. You have
Bloody Clothing. You are
Courageous and
Vain.
Your age: 44.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 1
Armor: 1
STR: 18
DEX: 17
WIL: 4
🙛 Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Twin daggers (d6+d6, bulky)
Padded leather (1 Armor)
Lockpicks
Black outfit (petty)
Strong Silk Rope
Gildfinger (1/1 charges)
Rolled-Up Map (petty)
Gold: 8
🙛 Bonds
Rolled-Up Map: A roaming storyteller once spun you tales of great treasure hidden deep in the Wood. You thought it naught but fancy, till they gave you A Rolled-Up Map (petty) marked with an X.
🙛 Omens
Local livestock have grown increasingly agitated and unmanageable as of late. An old shephard says it is due to an unsettling howl that emanates from the Wood each full moon.
🙛 Your Past
What was your last big job?
Constable's quarters. You escaped but left some friends behind. Take Strong Silk Rope (30ft) and a queasy feeling.
What helps you steal?
Gildfinger: 1 charge. A finger glove that mimics any mundane key. Recharge: Bundle it with at least 100gp for a night.