Wits are your sharpest weapon, a facade your strongest shield. But when you do lose, you lose badly.
You have a Brawny Physique,
Rosy Skin,
and Filthy
Hair. Your Face is
Rakish, your
Speech Gravelly. You have
Livery Clothing. You are
Gregarious and
Nervous.
Your age: 14.
π Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 0
STR: 14
DEX: 17
WIL: 5
π Equipment (4)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Trick Playing Cards
Fancy Hat (petty)
Cane Sword (d6)
Alchemical Tattoo (petty)
Gold: 18
π Special
Cart (4
slots)
π Bonds
You found a wounded beast in the forest, but chose to ignore it. You see it everywhere now, but only when youβre alone. It looks sad, but not angry. You cannot become panicked when acting alone.
π Omens
Local livestock have grown increasingly agitated and unmanageable as of late. An old shephard says it is due to an unsettling howl that emanates from the Wood each full moon.
π Your Past
How was your fraud exposed?
You were cursed by a hedgewitch for fooling some innocent village folk. Magic acts unpredictably in your hands (WIL save to avoid disaster). If you are the target of magic, the same applies to its wielder.
What keepsake could always identify you?
Alchemical Tattoo: A dog, cat, or bird that can leave your body on demand. It follows your commands to the best of its abilities and can pass its injuries (as STR loss) back onto you. Petty.