┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐ │ Lyra │ │ ├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤ │ │ Prowler │ │ ├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 8 │ 14 │ 12 │ HP: 2 │ │ ├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤ │ │ DEPRIVED │ │ ARMOR │ │ GOLD │ 13 │ │ └──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘ ┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐ │ Physique: Scrawny │ Speech: Booming │ Age: 30 │ │ Skin: Birthmarked │ Clothing: Livery ├──────────┤ │ Hair: Wispy │ Virtue: Tolerant │ │ │ Face: Sunken │ Vice: Vain │ │ ├BONDS─────────────────┴─────────────────────────┴──────────┤ │ You carved a Whistle (petty) from an Oak Lord’s branch. │ │ Your act did not go unnoticed. You cannot seem to rid │ │ yourself of the whistle either. │ │ │ │ │ ├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 Woods each │ │ full moon. │ │ │ └───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ 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? Spike and Cord For traversing or securing difficult terrains, or for creating makeshift traps and structures. ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── Tarp, Boiled leather (1 Armor), Short sword (d6), Spring-loaded trap (4 STR damage)