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 Stout Physique, Weathered Skin, and Frizzy Hair. Your Face is Sharp, your Speech Precise. You have Elegant Clothing. You are Merciful and Aggressive.
Your age: 31.
Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 1
STR: 15
DEX: 9
WIL: 14
Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Tarp
Boiled Leather (1 Armor)
Short Sword (d6)
Spring-Loaded Trap
Tooth (petty)
Trail Shaker
Mischievous Spirit
Gold: 7
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
The songbirds of the Wood have fallen eerily silent as of late. Hunters claim that a spectral figure has been spotted wandering the forest, gazing longingly at anyone it encounters.
Your Past
What did you last hunt?
A silver marsh crawler that killed someone close to you. You now carry its Tooth (petty) on a chain around your neck as a warning to others of its kind. The tooth hums softly when something is stalking you.
What tool is always in your pack?
Trail Shaker: A noisy instrument that reveals nearby trails, even when deeply hidden.