Cornelius

Mountebank

πŸ™› Description

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.

πŸ™› Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 0
STR: 14
DEX: 17
WIL: 5

πŸ™› Equipment (4)
Items:
Gold: 18

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
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.

πŸ™› 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.