You live in the grey space between those who have power and those who don't. You find opportunity where others see only chaos. With nimble fingers, you unburden both the richest merchant and the lowliest guard.
You have a Statuesque Physique, Rosy Skin, and Filthy Hair. Your Face is Rakish, your Speech Precise. You have Frayed Clothing. You are Disciplined and Aggressive.
Your age: 40.
Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 1
STR: 17
DEX: 17
WIL: 10
Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Twin daggers (d6+d6, bulky)
Padded leather (1 Armor)
Lockpicks
Black outfit (petty)
Smoke Pellets (3 uses)
Reverse Teetotum (1 uses, petty)
Letter (petty)
Gold: 16
Bonds
Letter: During your travels, you met a dying hunter who asked you to deliver a message to their loved ones. Take a Letter (petty), sealed with tree sap. It is addressed only to the Lord Of Winter.
Omens
The constellations have slowly started shifting in the night sky, forming unfamiliar patterns that have stargazers and sages perplexed. Even the animals seem disturbed.
Your Past
What was your last big job?
A university. You were seen but not pursued. You still don't know why. Take Smoke Pellets (3 uses).
What helps you steal?
Reverse Teetotum: 1 use. When spun, time skips backwards 30 seconds. Everyone remembers what happened. Petty.