Wits are your sharpest weapon, a facade your strongest shield. But when you do lose, you lose badly.
You have a Lanky Physique,
Tattooed Skin,
and Long
Hair. Your Face is
Elongated, your
Speech Stuttering. You have
Elegant Clothing. You are
Honorable and
Nervous.
Your age: 15.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 5
Armor: 0
STR: 10
DEX: 16
WIL: 8
🙛 Equipment (6)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Trick Playing Cards
Fancy Hat (petty)
Cane Sword (d6)
Spellbook (Auditory Illusion)
Alchemical Tattoo (petty)
Ornate Compass
Gold: 31
🙛 Special
Cart (4
slots)
🙛 Bonds
Ornate Compass: A distant cousin left you a small inheritance. Take 20gp, and a strange Compass that always points towards something deep in the Wood.
🙛 Omens
Folks say that a faint laughter can be heard echoing out of wells all over the city. At night, they say the echoes change to sobs.
🙛 Your Past
How was your fraud exposed?
Your 'seances' with the dead were in actuality a ruse involving a cleverly hidden spellbook of Auditory Illusion. Inevitably, a patron discovered your secret. Start with the Spellbook and a bundle of scarves.
What keepsake could always identify you?
Alchemical Tattoo: A dog, cat, or bird that can leave your body on demand. It follows your commands to the best of its abilities and can pass its injuries (as STR loss) back onto you. Petty.