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 Lanky Physique,
Tattooed Skin,
and Luxurious
Hair. Your Face is
Square, your
Speech Blunt. You have
Elegant Clothing. You are
Merciful and
Craven.
Your age: 45.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 4
Armor: 1
STR: 3
DEX: 10
WIL: 15
🙛 Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Tarp
Boiled Leather (1 Armor)
Short Sword (d6)
Spring-Loaded Trap
Alchemical Limb (d8, petty)
Oil Can (6 uses)
Fermented Spirits (3 uses)
Rolled-Up Map (petty)
Gold: 3
🙛 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
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.
🙛 Your Past
What did you last hunt?
A mock firefly, baiting water carriers with its glowing lure. Take an Alchemical Limb (d8, petty when worn) to replace the one it tore off and an Oil Can (6 uses). The limb is immune to heat and poison. Needs to be oiled daily.
What tool is always in your pack?
Fermented Spirits: Keeps you warm at the best of times and as an explosive at the worst. 3 Uses.