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 Statuesque Physique,
Soft Skin,
and Luxurious
Hair. Your Face is
Pale, your
Speech Booming. You have
Elegant Clothing. You are
Tolerant and
Craven.
Your age: 27.
π Attributes
HP: 3
Armor: 1
STR: 11
DEX: 11
WIL: 14
π Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Twin daggers (d6+d6, bulky)
Padded leather (1 Armor)
Lockpicks
Black outfit (petty)
Strong Silk Rope
Vagrant's Veil (1/1 charges, petty)
Locket (petty)
Gold: 6
π 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.
π Omens
There is a village known far and wide for its impressive 'mother tree', said to shelter the townβs secrets in its boughs. Recently, it has begun bleeding red sap, worrying the elders.
π Your Past
What was your last big job?
Constable's quarters. You escaped but left some friends behind. Take Strong Silk Rope (30ft) and a queasy feeling.
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