┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐
│ Percival                             │                    │
├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤                    │
│ Hexenbane                            │                    │
├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│      13 │       4 │      12 │ HP:  4 │                    │
├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤                    │
│ DEPRIVED │   │ ARMOR │   │ GOLD │ 13 │                    │
└──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘
┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐
│ Physique: Stout      │ Speech: Precise         │ Age: 12  │
│ Skin: Webbed         │ Clothing: Soiled        ├──────────┤
│ Hair: Long           │ Virtue: Gregarious      │          │
│ Face: Square         │ Vice: Vain              │          │
├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──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤
│ Hunters talk of a curse that befalls any who kill a       │
│ white-frocked beast: soon after, they are found dead in   │
│ their homes. Each day, there are fewer and fewer          │
│ creatures to hunt.                                        │
│                                                           │
└───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘
You are a mere digit on the unerring hand of justice. You go where others fear to tread, unyielding and unbroken.
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To which order do you belong?
Order of the Crossroads. Take a Pocket Leyfinder. It points to nearby ley lines and other sources of arcane power. If you lose it, the punishment is death.
What was your vow?
Honesty. Choose a weapon type (blunt, blade, etc). Attacks against you of this type are impaired. If your vow is broken, you lose d4 WIL.
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Vestments of the Order (petty), Blessed Tinctures, Silver knife (d6), Crossbow (d8, bulky)