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 Short Physique,
Tanned Skin,
and Bald
Hair. Your Face is
Sunken, your
Speech Formal. You have
Filthy Clothing. You are
Tolerant and
Craven.
Your age: 18.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 3
Armor: 1
STR: 12
DEX: 4
WIL: 7
🙛 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)
Gildfinger (1/1 charges)
Gold: 12
🙛 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
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 university. You were seen but not pursued. You still don't know why. Take Smoke Pellets (3 uses).
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.