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,
Scarred Skin,
and Long
Hair. Your Face is
Perfect, your
Speech Formal. You have
Antique Clothing. You are
Tolerant and
Vain.
Your age: 35.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 2
Armor: 1
STR: 16
DEX: 14
WIL: 15
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Twin daggers (d6+d6, bulky)
Padded leather (1 Armor)
Lockpicks
Black outfit (petty)
Smoke Pellets (3 uses)
Vagrant's Veil (1/1 charges, petty)
Gold: 18
🙛 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
Local livestock have grown increasingly agitated and unmanageable as of late. An old shephard says it is due to an unsettling howl that emanates from the Wood each full moon.
🙛 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?
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