┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐ │ Hawk │ │ ├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤ │ │ Fletchwind │ │ ├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 6 │ 15 │ 13 │ HP: 4 │ │ ├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤ │ │ DEPRIVED │ │ ARMOR │ │ GOLD │ 13 │ │ └──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘ ┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐ │ Physique: Lanky │ Speech: Precise │ Age: 25 │ │ Skin: Scarred │ Clothing: Foreign ├──────────┤ │ Hair: Filthy │ Virtue: Serene │ │ │ Face: Rat-Like │ Vice: Deceitful │ │ ├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──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤ │ 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 strike from afar, but that does not make you a coward. You are a musician, the song of your bowstring nought but a warning, singing the silent promise of a quick death. ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── How did you earn your bow? Tournaments. Attacks with your bow are enhanced if the target is immobile. What kind of wood is your bow made from? Western Yew (d6, bulky). Can be wielded as a blunt weapon (d6). Noisy. ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── Serrated knife (d6), Boiled leather (1 Armor), Wooden sight (petty), Heartroot Salve (recover 1d4 STR)