┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐
│ Solstice                             │                    │
├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤                    │
│ Foundling                            │                    │
├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│      13 │       7 │       8 │ HP:  6 │                    │
├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤                    │
│ DEPRIVED │   │ ARMOR │   │ GOLD │ 13 │                    │
└──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘
┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐
│ Physique: Stout      │ Speech: Precise         │ Age: 47  │
│ Skin: Rosy           │ Clothing: Livery        ├──────────┤
│ Hair: Braided        │ Virtue: Serene          │          │
│ Face: Perfect        │ Vice: Aggressive        │          │
├BONDS─────────────────┴─────────────────────────┴──────────┤
│ A white crow appeared to you in a dream, holding a twig   │
│ in its mouth. You awoke the next morning with The Twig    │
│ (petty) in your hand. You believe it brings you luck. It  │
│ smells faintly of sulfur.                                 │
│                                                           │
├OMENS──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤
│ Folks say that a faint laughter can be heard echoing out  │
│ of wells all over the city. At night, they say the echoes │
│ change to sobs.                                           │
│                                                           │
│                                                           │
└───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘
An odd birthmark, a strange smell: somehow, the touch of elsewhere still lingers. You’ll never fit in, at least not where you’re at. Roll on the Omens table, but keep the results private for now.
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Who took you in?
A gruff blacksmith from a sleepy river town. You were always kept at arm’s length. Now the forge is cold, and you’ve moved on. Take a Smith’s Hammer (d6) and a set of Oft-mended Chain Mail (2 Armor, bulky).
What keeps away bad tidings?
Rabbit’s Foot You were wearing it when they found you. They say it is the foot of she who left you, and that it protects you from witch magic.
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Salt pouch, Heirloom amulet (petty, glows in the presence of magic), Sling (d6), Dagger (d6)