┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐ │ Raven │ │ ├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤ │ │ Prowler │ │ ├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 15 │ 13 │ 11 │ HP: 5 │ │ ├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤ │ │ DEPRIVED │ │ ARMOR │ │ GOLD │ 12 │ │ └──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘ ┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐ │ Physique: Athletic │ Speech: Booming │ Age: 21 │ │ Skin: Tight │ Clothing: Elegant ├──────────┤ │ Hair: Wispy │ Virtue: Disciplined │ │ │ Face: Elongated │ Vice: Craven │ │ ├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──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤ │ A night-blooming flower once thought extinct is sprouting │ │ up throughout The Woods. Its scent is intoxicating, but │ │ also causes vivid nightmares. │ │ │ │ │ └───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ You are a specter in the night, a fleeting shadow that slips by its prey, unseen. Each kill 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. ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── 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? Fermented Spirits Keeps you warm at the best of times, and as an explosive at the worst. 3 Uses. ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── Tarp, Boiled leather (1 Armor), Short sword (d6), Spring-loaded trap (4 STR damage)