┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐
│ Galen                                │                    │
├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤                    │
│ Half Witch                           │                    │
├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│       7 │       7 │      13 │ HP:  4 │                    │
├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤                    │
│ DEPRIVED │   │ ARMOR │   │ GOLD │ 11 │                    │
└──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘
┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐
│ Physique: Athletic   │ Speech: Formal          │ Age: 46  │
│ Skin: Birthmarked    │ Clothing: Elegant       ├──────────┤
│ Hair: Braided        │ Virtue: Cautious        │          │
│ Face: Square         │ Vice: Craven            │          │
├BONDS─────────────────┴─────────────────────────┴──────────┤
│ One of your ancestors wronged a Moss Witch, who cursed    │
│ their bloodline. Your visage causes mirrors to shatter.   │
│ You’ve noticed that the shards can sometimes reveal       │
│ illusions.                                                │
│                                                           │
├OMENS──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤
│ Strange, tear-shaped stones have been found throughout    │
│ the region, sparking a “gold rush” of sorts for           │
│ jewelers and thieves alike. The locals believe they are   │
│ the tears of the earth itself, weeping for a great        │
│ tragedy yet to come.                                      │
└───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘
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.
Starting Gear: Thicket Spellbook, Iron dagger (d6), Herbs pouch (restore 1 STR, 3 uses), Ghillie suit
What did you bring back from the unseelie court? A Living Nightmare that dwells within you, but manifests whenever you are in danger. It has your same Attributes and HP, and attacks with claws (d8+d8). It disappears on Critical Damage (take 1d4 WIL damage), re-appearing again on the next full moon.
What concoction do you carry, and what rare ingredients did you gather to make it? Hawthorn Seed An acorn from the other side, gathered on the spring equinox. When planted it sprouts a luxurious shelter, collapsing at moonrise the next day. 1 use.