You alone can walk among the creatures of the wild, fearless and in control. You share a connection with animals that others can only dream of... so long as you don't become their snack.
You have a Statuesque Physique,
Webbed Skin,
and Wavy
Hair. Your Face is
Bony, your
Speech Blunt. You have
Rancid Clothing. You are
Cautious and
Bitter.
Your age: 35.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 1
Armor: 0
STR: 13
DEX: 8
WIL: 8
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Leather Whip (d6)
Soporific Darts (6 uses)
Lure
Rope (25ft)
Whiskerwort
Blood-Red Flower (petty)
Gold: 6
🙛 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
The local fauna is behaving oddly, displaying heightened aggression, or fleeing the area entirely. Hunters talk of a shadowy figure that roams the Wood, calling to the animals.
🙛 Your Past
What creature is your specialty?
Felines: Take a sack of Whiskerwort. Its odor can calm and control even the largest of cats.
What have you learned from the creatures of the wild?
That the pulse of the hunt is a powerful impulse. You have a sense for when predators, even those not of your specialty are near.