You alone can walk among the creatures of the wild, fearless and in control. You share a connection with animals that others can only dream of... so long as you don't become their snack.
You have a Short Physique,
Rosy Skin,
and Wavy
Hair. Your Face is
Bony, your
Speech Precise. You have
Rancid Clothing. You are
Cautious and
Bitter.
Your age: 47.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 2
Armor: 0
STR: 7
DEX: 8
WIL: 16
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Leather Whip (d6)
Soporific Darts (6 uses)
Lure
Rope (25ft)
Whiskerwort
Locket (petty)
Gold: 12
🙛 Bonds
Locket: You carry a Portrait in a locket (petty) of a past love who disappeared into the Wood long ago. Somehow, you know that they are still alive.
🙛 Omens
The once rich waters of a life-giving river have turned black and putrid, tainting the land and sickening those who drink from it. A village elder points to some recent desecration as the cause, but most do not heed their words.
🙛 Your Past
What creature is your specialty?
Felines: Take a sack of Whiskerwort. Its odor can calm and control even the largest of cats.
What have you learned from the creatures of the wild?
That survival is all about adaptability. Once per day, you may take on a simple feature from a creature of your specialty (webbed fingers, night vision, etc.). Add a Fatigue each time.