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 Brawny Physique,
Oily Skin,
and Frizzy
Hair. Your Face is
Square, your
Speech Whispery. You have
Antique Clothing. You are
Cautious and
Craven.
Your age: 32.
Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 1
STR: 7
DEX: 6
WIL: 14
Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Twin daggers (d6+d6, bulky)
Padded leather (1 Armor)
Lockpicks
Black outfit (petty)
Smoke Pellets (3 uses)
Reverse Teetotum (1 uses, petty)
Ornate Compass
Gold: 27
Bonds
Ornate Compass: A distant cousin left you a small inheritance. Take 20gp, and a strange Compass that always points towards something deep in the Wood.
Omens
The moon turns a deep crimson, bathing the night in an eerie, blood-red light. Some say it heralds a time of chaos and strife, as the boundaries between the Wood and the mortal realm grow thin.
Your Past
What was your last big job?
A university. You were seen but not pursued. You still don't know why. Take Smoke Pellets (3 uses).
What helps you steal?
Reverse Teetotum: 1 use. When spun, time skips backwards 30 seconds. Everyone remembers what happened. Petty.