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 Lanky Physique,
Birthmarked Skin,
and Wavy
Hair. Your Face is
Rakish, your
Speech Droning. You have
Antique Clothing. You are
Cautious and
Nervous.
Your age: 14.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 4
Armor: 1
STR: 12
DEX: 13
WIL: 13
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Twin daggers (d6+d6, bulky)
Padded leather (1 Armor)
Lockpicks
Black outfit (petty)
Scroll (Arcane Eye) (petty)
Reverse Teetotum (1 uses, petty)
Mischievous Spirit
Gold: 9
🙛 Bonds
Mischievous Spirit: You consumed a Mischievous Spirit that wreaks havoc on your insides, demanding to be taken home, deep in the Wood. It occupies one slot but absorbs one Fatigue each day. It wants you alive (for now).
🙛 Omens
The night sky grows dimmer each evening, as if stars are disappearing one by one. Rumors of hellish creatures capturing farmers and pulling them into the Roots are spreading like wildfire. Village elders believe the two are connected.
🙛 Your Past
What was your last big job?
Moneylender. Someone beat you to the job but left behind a Scroll of Arcane Eye (petty).
What helps you steal?
Reverse Teetotum: 1 use. When spun, time skips backwards 30 seconds. Everyone remembers what happened. Petty.