Solene

Mountebank

πŸ™› Description

Wits are your sharpest weapon, a facade your strongest shield. But when you do lose, you lose badly.

You have a Short Physique, Tattooed Skin, and Curly Hair. Your Face is Bony, your Speech Formal. You have Frayed Clothing. You are Honorable and Rude. Your age: 28.

πŸ™› Attributes
HP: 2
Armor: 0
STR: 8
DEX: 10
WIL: 13

πŸ™› Equipment (6)
Items:
Gold: 3

πŸ™› Special

πŸ™› Bonds
You found a wounded beast in the forest, but chose to ignore it. You see it everywhere now, but only when you’re alone. It looks sad, but not angry. You cannot become panicked when acting alone.

πŸ™› 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.

πŸ™› Your Past

How was your fraud exposed?
Your 'seances' with the dead were in actuality a ruse involving a cleverly hidden spellbook of Auditory Illusion. Inevitably, a patron discovered your secret. Start with the Spellbook and a bundle of scarves.

What keepsake could always identify you?
Surgeon's Soap: A lye and ash block that makes skin temporarily transparent, revealing the anatomy within. 4 uses.