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 Scrawny Physique,
Tattooed Skin,
and Wispy
Hair. Your Face is
Broken, your
Speech Cryptic. You have
Elegant Clothing. You are
Gregarious and
Craven.
Your age: 42.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 0
STR: 4
DEX: 5
WIL: 4
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Salt pouch
Heirloom amulet (petty)
Sling (d6)
Dagger (d6)
Gnarled Staff (d8)
Pipeweed (6 uses)
Signet Ring (petty)
Gold: 9
🙛 Bonds
Signet Ring: You owe a great debt to a member of the nobility, and carry their Signet Ring (petty), which serves as proof of their protection as well as your obligation.
🙛 Omens
Hunters talk of a curse that befalls any who kill a beast with a streak of white fur: soon after, they are found dead in their homes. Each day, there are fewer and fewer creatures to hunt.
🙛 Your Past
Who took you in?
A druid, who taught you the language of trees. When it came time to leave, you took with you only a Gnarled Staff (d8) and left a promise that one day you would return.
What keeps bad tidings at bay?
Pipeweed: Your good luck charm. Conversations tend to flow more easily after a smoke. 6 uses.