┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐
│ Nyx                                  │                    │
├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤                    │
│ Half Witch                           │                    │
├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│      11 │      10 │       7 │ HP:  4 │                    │
├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤                    │
│ DEPRIVED │   │ ARMOR │   │ GOLD │ 10 │                    │
└──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘
┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐
│ Physique: Flabby     │ Speech: Gravelly        │ Age: 32  │
│ Skin: Tattooed       │ Clothing: Bloody        ├──────────┤
│ Hair: Oily           │ Virtue: Ambitious       │          │
│ Face: Elongated      │ Vice: Greedy            │          │
├BONDS─────────────────┴─────────────────────────┴──────────┤
│ You inherited an old Journal, bound in bark. Each         │
│ evening, its pages are filled with the events of the day, │
│ crassly from the journal’s perspective. The writing is    │
│ crude, but accurate.                                      │
│                                                           │
├OMENS──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤
│ Swarms of insects are fleeing from The Woods 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.                 │
│                                                           │
└───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘
Born of both the mortal world and the unseen, a crossing of veils that makes you an enigma to many. You are both a conduit and a caution of what happens when two worlds collide.
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What did you bring back from the unseelie court?
A Fae creature’s True Name. Use it to summon its owner for an act of great service, but only once. It could also fetch a hefty price, to the right buyer.
What concoction do you carry, and what rare ingredients
did you gather to make it?
Nightdust Powder The ritual burning of six owls. When tossed in the air, day turns to night for a short while. 2 uses.
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Thicket Spellbook, Iron dagger (d6), Herbs pouch (restore 1 STR, 3 uses), Ghillie suit