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 Lanky Physique,
Weathered Skin,
and Bald
Hair. Your Face is
Broken, your
Speech Precise. You have
Foreign Clothing. You are
Merciful and
Vain.
Your age: 50.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 1
STR: 5
DEX: 16
WIL: 14
🙛 Equipment (10)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Twin daggers (d6+d6, bulky)
Padded leather (1 Armor)
Lockpicks
Black outfit (petty)
Ladder (bulky)
Blinding Powder (1 uses)
Sweetwhistle (1/1 charges)
Gold: 10
🙛 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 once rich waters of a life-giving river have turned black and putrid, tainting the land and sickening those who drink from it. A village elder points to some recent desecration as the cause, but most do not heed their words.
🙛 Your Past
What was your last big job?
A guild warehouse. Take a Ladder (bulky, 10ft) and Blinding Powder (1 use).
What helps you steal?
Sweetwhistle: 1 charge. Listeners hear a soft, familiar voice in the distance that they cannot resist following. Recharge: Lose a dear memory. (Describe it.)