Lancet

Barber-Surgeon

🙛 Description

You walk the line between healer and harrower, knowing the frailty of the flesh but also the secrets that lie within. With the right tools, life and death are merely words.

You have a Short Physique, Rosy Skin, and Bald Hair. Your Face is Bony, your Speech Stuttering. You have Rancid Clothing. You are Serene and Deceitful. Your age: 22.

🙛 Attributes
HP: 4
Armor: 0
STR: 9
DEX: 4
WIL: 8

🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Gold: 32

🙛 Bonds
Ornate Compass: A distant cousin left you a small inheritance. Take 20gp, and a strange Compass that always points towards something deep in the Wood.

🙛 Omens
Folks say that a faint laughter can be heard echoing out of wells all over the city. At night, they say the echoes change to sobs.

🙛 Your Past

How have you 'improved' yourself?
You have a replacement eye that can magnify objects, act as a telescope, and provide minimal night vision. You cannot wear anything metal on your head, and the presence of strong magnets make you deprived.

What rare tool is essential to your work?
Graftgrub: A small worm that can fuse inanimate objects with parts of the body. 1 use.