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 Lanky Physique,
Marked Skin,
and Frizzy
Hair. Your Face is
Broken, your
Speech Squeaky. You have
Foreign Clothing. You are
Gregarious and
Craven.
Your age: 35.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 1
Armor: 1
STR: 4
DEX: 10
WIL: 9
🙛 Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Twin daggers (d6+d6, bulky)
Padded leather (1 Armor)
Lockpicks
Black outfit (petty)
Retractable Wires
Vagrant's Veil (1/1 charges, petty)
Miniature Lute
Gold: 13
🙛 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
Swarms of insects are fleeing from the Wood in droves, destroying any wooden structures they come across. The sound of their wings hum a familiar tune as they pass overhead, like a forgotten nursery rhyme.
🙛 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?
Vagrant's Veil: 1 charge. Wear it to blend seamlessly into crowds, appearing as a simple pauper. Recharge: Donate the day's winnings to the poor. Petty