Born of both the mortal world and the unseen, you are an enigma to some and feared by many. Yours is the tale of what happens when two worlds collide.
You have a Stout Physique,
Rosy Skin,
and Frizzy
Hair. Your Face is
Sunken, your
Speech Blunt. You have
Livery Clothing. You are
Humble and
Deceitful.
Your age: 41.
Attributes
HP: 5
Armor: 0
STR: 8
DEX: 11
WIL: 7
Equipment (9)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Spellbook (Thicket)
Iron Dagger (d6)
Herbs Pouch (3 uses)
Ghillie Suit
Black Rose Fiddle (bulky)
Stonetree Sap (3 uses)
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
An ancient tree at the heart of a sleepy village has suddenly withered and died, despite showing no signs of disease. After its trunk was cut, a bloody hand was found in its core.
Your Past
What did you bring back from the Unseelie Court?
A Black Rose Fiddle (bulky). Its music causes intense sadness and immobility in nearby mortals. (Others are merely fascinated.) You don't know how to play.
What concoction do you carry, and what rare ingredients did you gather to make it?
Stonetree Sap: Sap obtained in exchange for blood. Hardens when rubbed on any surface (+1 Armor). 3 uses.