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 Lanky Physique,
Oily Skin,
and Bald
Hair. Your Face is
Sunken, your
Speech Gravelly. You have
Rancid Clothing. You are
Merciful and
Nervous.
Your age: 23.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 3
Armor: 0
STR: 6
DEX: 17
WIL: 4
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Leather Whip (d6)
Soporific Darts (6 uses)
Lure
Rope (25ft)
Whiskerwort
Gold: 17
🙛 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
The constellations have slowly started shifting in the night sky, forming unfamiliar patterns that have stargazers and sages perplexed. Even the animals seem disturbed.
🙛 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 the behavior of beasts is a language in itself. When observing beasts of your specialty you gain insight into weather patterns and impending disasters.