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 Flabby Physique,
Rosy Skin,
and Bald
Hair. Your Face is
Broken, your
Speech Precise. You have
Filthy Clothing. You are
Disciplined and
Aggressive.
Your age: 36.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 3
Armor: 1
STR: 7
DEX: 14
WIL: 18
🙛 Equipment (8)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Twin daggers (d6+d6, bulky)
Padded leather (1 Armor)
Lockpicks
Black outfit (petty)
Scroll (Arcane Eye) (petty)
Catring (2/2 charges)
Miniature Lute
Gold: 3
🙛 Bonds
Miniature Lute: An entertainer once visited your home, filling it with story and song. He left one day without a word, leaving behind only A Miniature Lute. Something rattles inside.
🙛 Omens
Swarming pests gnaw away at the edges of dreams, and farmers speak of a loud buzzing sound emanating from deep within the Wood. They also say that the sound is getting closer.
🙛 Your Past
What was your last big job?
Moneylender. Someone beat you to the job but left behind a Scroll of Arcane Eye (petty).
What helps you steal?
Catring: 2 charges. Climb up walls and fall safely. Recharge: Place the ring on a stray cat's tail.