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 Flabby Physique,
Birthmarked Skin,
and Bald
Hair. Your Face is
Bony, your
Speech Droning. You have
Bloody Clothing. You are
Gregarious and
Greedy.
Your age: 33.
🙛 Attributes
HP: 3
Armor: 0
STR: 12
DEX: 17
WIL: 7
🙛 Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Bonesaw (d6)
Bandages (3 uses)
Leech (3 uses)
Stained medical finery (petty)
Pneuma Pump (bulky)
Signet Ring (petty)
Gold: 7
🙛 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
How have you 'improved' yourself?
You have a replacement eye that can magnify objects, act as a telescope, and provide minimal night vision. You cannot wear anything metal on your head, and the presence of strong magnets make you deprived.
What rare tool is essential to your work?
Pneuma Pump: Portable iron lungs (bulky). Enables life-saving surgery or underwater breathing.