You strike from afar, but that does not make you a coward. You are a musician, the song of your bowstring nought but a warning, singing the silent promise of a quick death.
You have a Athletic Physique,
Tattooed Skin,
and Long
Hair. Your Face is
Pale, your
Speech Booming. You have
Livery Clothing. You are
Serene and
Aggressive.
Your age: 39.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 5
Armor: 1
STR: 11
DEX: 6
WIL: 3
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Serrated Knife (d6)
Boiled Leather (1 Armor)
Heartroot Salve (1 uses)
Wych Elm (d6, bulky)
Gold: 4
🙛 Bonds
One of your ancestors wronged a Moss Witch, who cursed their bloodline. Your visage causes mirrors to shatter. You’ve noticed that the shards can sometimes reveal illusions.
🙛 Omens
Border towns have become riotous in recent weeks, after multiple claims of a red-robed figure appearing in their children's dreams, uttering the same warning: A fire is coming, and it will consume them all.
🙛 Your Past
How did you earn your bow?
Falconry. You keep a falcon [3 hp, 5 STR, 16 DEX, 4 WIL, claws (d6+d6), bite (d8)]. It only eats live game.
What kind of wood is your bow made from?
Wych Elm (d6, bulky). Protects the bearer from poisons and toxins, so long as they are holding it.