You are a specter in the night, a fleeting shadow that slips by its prey, unseen. Each kill is a test of cunning and animal determination, a contest between life and death. You know that one day you will lose. You look forward to it.
You have a Athletic Physique,
Webbed Skin,
and Braided
Hair. Your Face is
Sharp, your
Speech Squeaky. You have
Antique Clothing. You are
Tolerant and
Lazy.
Your age: 38.
π Attributes
HP: 6
Armor: 1
STR: 6
DEX: 9
WIL: 18
π Equipment (7)
Items:
Rations (3 uses)
Torch (3 uses)
Tarp
Boiled Leather (1 Armor)
Short Sword (d6)
Spring-Loaded Trap
Tooth (petty)
Spike and Cord
Whistle (petty)
Gold: 16
π Bonds
Whistle: You carved a Whistle (petty) from an Oak Lordβs branch. Your act did not go unnoticed. You cannot seem to rid yourself of the whistle either.
π Omens
An ancient tree at the heart of a sleepy village has suddenly withered and died, despite showing no signs of disease. After its trunk was cut, a bloody hand was found in its core.
π Your Past
What did you last hunt?
A silver marsh crawler that killed someone close to you. You now carry its Tooth (petty) on a chain around your neck as a warning to others of its kind. The tooth hums softly when something is stalking you.
What tool is always in your pack?
Spike and Cord: For traversing difficult terrain or for creating makeshift traps and structures.