Wits are your sharpest weapon, a facade your strongest shield. But when you do lose, you lose badly.
You have a Athletic Physique,
Tanned Skin,
and Oily
Hair. Your Face is
Broken, your
Speech Booming. You have
Rancid Clothing. You are
Gregarious and
Vengeful.
Your age: 32.
Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 0
STR: 14
DEX: 5
WIL: 12
Equipment (6)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Trick Playing Cards
Fancy Hat (petty)
Cane Sword (d6)
Spellbook (Auditory Illusion)
Surgeon's Soap (4 uses)
Gold: 13
Special
Cart (4
slots)
Bonds
One of your ancestors wronged a Moss Witch, who cursed their bloodline. Your visage causes mirrors to shatter. You’ve noticed that the shards can sometimes reveal illusions.
Omens
The songbirds of the Wood have fallen eerily silent as of late. Hunters claim that a spectral figure has been spotted wandering the forest, gazing longingly at anyone it encounters.
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?
Surgeon's Soap: A lye and ash block that makes skin temporarily transparent, revealing the anatomy within. 4 uses.