An odd birthmark, a strange smell: somehow, the touch of elsewhere still lingers. Wherever you are, you have trouble fitting in. Roll on the Omens table (even if you're not the youngest player), but keep the results private for now.
You have a Rugged Physique,
Tanned Skin,
and Wavy
Hair. Your Face is
Pale, your
Speech Whispery. You have
Livery Clothing. You are
Disciplined and
Aggressive.
Your age: 39.
Attributes
HP: 4
Armor: 0
STR: 9
DEX: 18
WIL: 10
Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Salt pouch
Heirloom amulet (petty)
Sling (d6)
Dagger (d6)
Monk's Habit (petty)
Spellbook (Control Plants)
Dream Stone
Silver Moss (petty)
Gold: 9
Bonds
Silver Moss: You once freed a Naiad from a choked stream. In return, it gave you some Silver Moss (petty). Swallow it near water and the creature will come, once, to repay its debt.
Omens
Strange cracks have appeared in the night sky, revealing a swirling vortex of light and color. Some say that the divide between realms is at its weakest in centuries, and fear what may emerge from the other side.
Your Past
Who took you in?
The monks of a secluded forest monastery. When their rules became too strict, and you snuck away. Take a Monk's Habit (warm, petty) and a Spellbook of Control Plants.
What keeps bad tidings at bay?
Dream Stone: A smooth blue stone that helps recall dreams more clearly. Overuse can cause dream-addiction.