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 Towering Physique,
Rosy Skin,
and Oily
Hair. Your Face is
Elongated, your
Speech Squeaky. You have
Livery Clothing. You are
Tolerant and
Bitter.
Your age: 15.
π Attributes
HP: 4
Armor: 1
STR: 4
DEX: 4
WIL: 13
π Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Twin daggers (d6+d6, bulky)
Padded leather (1 Armor)
Lockpicks
Black outfit (petty)
Retractable Wires
Glimpse Glass (3 uses)
Whistle (petty)
Gold: 8
π Bonds
Whistle: You carved a Whistle (petty) from an Oak Lordβs branch. Your act did not go unnoticed. You cannot seem to rid yourself of the whistle either.
π Omens
Hunters talk of a curse that befalls any who kill a beast with a streak of white fur: soon after, they are found dead in their homes. Each day, there are fewer and fewer creatures to hunt.
π Your Past
What was your last big job?
A bank. (You were caught.) You bear a brand only visible by firelight, and anyone who sees the mark can ask you for a beer. Take Retractable Wires.
What helps you steal?
Glimpse Glass: 3 charges. A monocle that lets you see through walls or other obstructions. It shatters after the last use.