You walk the line between healer and harrower, knowing the frailty of the flesh but also the secrets that lie within. With the right tools, life and death are merely words.
You have a Scrawny Physique, Scarred Skin, and Braided Hair. Your Face is Perfect, your Speech Blunt. You have Livery Clothing. You are Serene and Vengeful.
Your age: 24.
Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 0
STR: 7
DEX: 11
WIL: 5
Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Bonesaw (d6)
Bandages (3 uses)
Leech (3 uses)
Stained medical finery (petty)
Lodestone
Mischievous Spirit
Gold: 10
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
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
How have you 'improved' yourself?
Both ears have been surgically enhanced, tripling your hearing. You can focus on a specific sound, such as a conversation, at a great distance. You wear an ear flap to protect against sudden loud noises (WIL save to avoid temporary paralysis).
What rare tool is essential to your work?
Lodestone: Draws out dangerous elements from the body and acts as a powerful magnetic force.