You follow the whisperings of the deep earth, the rhythmic pulse of the mycelium forest that grows beneath the surface. The dark holds no terror for you. Also, you really love mushrooms.
You have a Athletic Physique, Rosy Skin, and Long Hair. Your Face is Perfect, your Speech Formal. You have Soiled Clothing. You are Tolerant and Vain.
Your age: 23.
Attributes
HP: 3
Armor: 1
STR: 13
DEX: 15
WIL: 14
Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Sharpened Trowel (d6)
Candle Helmet (+1 Armor, 6 uses)
Rope (25ft)
Metal Pail
Sproutcup (1 uses)
Sloth-Tarp (+1 Armor)
Blood-Red Flower (petty)
Gold: 3
Bonds
Blood-Red Flower: The Dawn Brigade did your family a service, giving you a dried Blood-Red Flower (petty) as proof. When the flower turns white, it means the favor is owed.
Omens
Statues have been weeping blood for months on end, and the wombs of the village have lain barren since they began to fall. A single child has been the only exception, taken by elders overcome with fear and dread.
Your Past
What strange fungus did you discover?
Sproutcup. Ingest to shrink down to the size of a mouse. (Your belongings stay the same size.) You return to normal size within the hour, often in fits and starts. 1 use.
What keeps you sane, even in utter darkness?
Sloth-Tarp. A tough and weatherproof fabric, useful for hanging off trees. When inside, you have +1 Armor.