You are a shepherd to the departed. You listen to the final whispers of the dead as they descend into the cold, unyielding earth. You know that to fully celebrate the gift of life, we must honor its finale as well.
You have a Statuesque Physique, Marked Skin, and Luxurious Hair. Your Face is Broken, your Speech Precise. You have Filthy Clothing. You are Courageous and Lazy.
Your age: 32.
Attributes
HP: 4
Armor: 0
STR: 3
DEX: 6
WIL: 10
Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Lantern
Oil Can (6 uses)
Stake (d6)
Chains (10ft)
Plague Doctor's Mask
Manacles
Gold: 6
Bonds
You found a wounded beast in the forest, but chose to ignore it. You see it everywhere now, but only when you’re alone. It looks sad, but not angry. You cannot become panicked when acting alone.
Omens
There is a village known far and wide for its impressive 'mother tree', said to shelter the town’s secrets in its boughs. Recently, it has begun bleeding red sap, worrying the elders.
Your Past
What did you take from the dead?
A plague doctor's mask, after its owner succumbed to the disease that wiped out everyone you once knew. They should have kept it on.
What tool was invaluable in your work?
Manacles. Though old, it's still effective even against the very strong. You don't have the key.