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 Rugged Physique,
Weathered Skin,
and Wispy
Hair. Your Face is
Sunken, your
Speech Droning. You have
Soiled Clothing. You are
Honorable and
Lazy.
Your age: 26.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 1
STR: 18
DEX: 5
WIL: 7
🙛 Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Twin daggers (d6+d6, bulky)
Padded leather (1 Armor)
Lockpicks
Black outfit (petty)
Retractable Wires
Gildfinger (1/1 charges)
Blood-Red Flower (petty)
Gold: 10
🙛 Bonds
Blood-Red Flower: The Dawn Brigade did your family a service, giving you a dried Blood-Red Flower (petty) as proof. When the flower turns white, it means the favor is owed.
🙛 Omens
Local livestock have grown increasingly agitated and unmanageable as of late. An old shephard says it is due to an unsettling howl that emanates from the Wood each full moon.
🙛 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?
Gildfinger: 1 charge. A finger glove that mimics any mundane key. Recharge: Bundle it with at least 100gp for a night.