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 Scrawny Physique,
Tanned Skin,
and Filthy
Hair. Your Face is
Square, your
Speech Stuttering. You have
Bloody Clothing. You are
Serene and
Bitter.
Your age: 29.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 1
Armor: 1
STR: 12
DEX: 9
WIL: 16
🙛 Equipment (11)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Twin daggers (d6+d6, bulky)
Padded leather (1 Armor)
Lockpicks
Black outfit (petty)
Ladder (bulky)
Blinding Powder (1 uses)
Sweetwhistle (1/1 charges)
Miniature Lute
Gold: 11
🙛 Bonds
Miniature Lute: An entertainer once visited your home, filling it with story and song. He left one day without a word, leaving behind only A Miniature Lute. Something rattles inside.
🙛 Omens
It feels like winter has arrived too quickly this year, frost and snows making their appearance much earlier than expected. There is talk of a pattern to the frost found in windows, ponds, and cracks in the ground. It almost looks like a map.
🙛 Your Past
What was your last big job?
A guild warehouse. Take a Ladder (bulky, 10ft) and Blinding Powder (1 use).
What helps you steal?
Sweetwhistle: 1 charge. Listeners hear a soft, familiar voice in the distance that they cannot resist following. Recharge: Lose a dear memory. (Describe it.)