┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐
│ Cyra                                 │                    │
├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤                    │
│ Outrider                             │                    │
├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│       4 │      11 │      10 │ HP:  6 │                    │
├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤                    │
│ DEPRIVED │   │ ARMOR │   │ GOLD │ 10 │                    │
└──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘
┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐
│ Physique: Towering   │ Speech: Cryptic         │ Age: 42  │
│ Skin: Weathered      │ Clothing: Rancid        ├──────────┤
│ Hair: Luxurious      │ Virtue: Gregarious      │          │
│ Face: Rat-Like       │ Vice: Aggressive        │          │
├BONDS─────────────────┴─────────────────────────┴──────────┤
│ You consumed a Mischievous Spirit that periodically       │
│ wreaks havoc on your insides, demanding to be taken home. │
│ It wants to keep you alive, at least until it is free. It │
│ takes up one slot, but eats one Fatigue per day. It can   │
│ detect magic and knows a bit about The Woods.             │
├OMENS──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤
│ Border towns have become riotous in recent weeks, after   │
│ multiple claims of a red-robed figure appearing in their  │
│ children’s dreams, uttering the same warning: A fire is   │
│ coming, and it will consume them all.                     │
│                                                           │
└───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘
Your coin comes from escorting caravans, tracking fugitives, or lending your blade to a cause. You’ve been a savior, an executioner, a hero, and even a villain. Yours is not a solitary path, however: you’ll always have your horse.
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What personal code or principle do you uphold?
Loyalty to the work: Your word is your bond. Once you’ve accepted a job, you see it through to the end. Take a weathered Tally Stick. Once a vow is marked unto its face, the stick hardens (d8) until it is complete. The stick will snap in half if the vow is ever broken.
What breed is your horse?
Piebald Cob Intelligent, it can understand simple commands, and even has an instinct for danger. 6 HP. +4 slots.
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Long sword (d10, bulky), Leather jerkin (1 Armor), Crossbow (d8, bulky), Spyglass