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 Scrawny Physique, Birthmarked Skin, and Luxurious Hair. Your Face is Rakish, your Speech Squeaky. You have Frumpy Clothing. You are Courageous and Vain.
Your age: 19.
Attributes
HP: 2
Armor: 1
STR: 16
DEX: 8
WIL: 11
Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Twin daggers (d6+d6, bulky)
Padded leather (1 Armor)
Lockpicks
Black outfit (petty)
Strong Silk Rope
Sweetwhistle (1/1 charges)
Silver Moss (petty)
Gold: 14
Bonds
Silver Moss: You once freed a Naiad from a choked stream. In return, it gave you some Silver Moss (petty). Swallow it near water and the creature will come, once, to repay its debt.
Omens
The moon turns a deep crimson, bathing the night in an eerie, blood-red light. Some say it heralds a time of chaos and strife, as the boundaries between the Wood and the mortal realm grow thin.
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?
Sweetwhistle: 1 charge. Listeners hear a soft, familiar voice in the distance that they cannot resist following. Recharge: Lose a dear memory. (Describe it.)