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 Statuesque Physique,
Soft Skin,
and Oily
Hair. Your Face is
Rakish, your
Speech Stuttering. You have
Bloody Clothing. You are
Tolerant and
Deceitful.
Your age: 28.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 1
STR: 15
DEX: 16
WIL: 13
🙛 Equipment (9)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Salt pouch
Heirloom amulet (petty)
Sling (d6)
Dagger (d6)
Weathered Longbow (d8, bulky)
Leather Jerkin (1 Armor)
Rabbit's Foot (petty)
Single Gem
Gold: 18
🙛 Bonds
Single Gem: You inherited a Single Gem (500gp, cold and brittle) from a long-dead relative. It arrived with a warning: squander your newfound riches, and a debt long thought forgotten would be called.
🙛 Omens
Swarms of insects are fleeing from the Wood in droves, destroying any wooden structures they come across. The sound of their wings hum a familiar tune as they pass overhead, like a forgotten nursery rhyme.
🙛 Your Past
Who took you in?
An old hunter. You were both quite happy, until it all ended. Take a Weathered Longbow (d8, bulky) and a Leather Jerkin (1 Armor).
What keeps bad tidings at bay?
Rabbit's Foot: You were wearing it when they found you. They say it is the foot of she who left you and that it protects you from witch magic. Petty.