You are known by the smell of molten metal and the jingle of tin. You are no mere merchant but an artisan of fire and metal.
You have a Towering Physique,
Soft Skin,
and Luxurious
Hair. Your Face is
Perfect, your
Speech Droning. You have
Filthy Clothing. You are
Honorable and
Rude.
Your age: 37.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 5
Armor: 0
STR: 3
DEX: 4
WIL: 16
🙛 Equipment (6)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Pincers
Roll of Tin
Gloves (petty)
Hammer (d6)
Tinker's Paste (3 uses)
Signet Ring (petty)
Gold: 14
🙛 Bonds
Signet Ring: You owe a great debt to a member of the nobility, and carry their Signet Ring (petty), which serves as proof of their protection as well as your obligation.
🙛 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 is your trade?
You build small contraptions for local guilds (and don't ask too many questions). Take an extra 40gp and a wanted poster with your face on it. Given time and materials, you can open almost any door or vault.
What never fails to get you out of trouble?
Tinker's Paste: Seals shut any fist-sized opening. 3 uses.