┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐ │ Wilmot │ │ ├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤ │ │ Barber-Surgeon │ │ ├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 10 │ 12 │ 17 │ HP: 3 │ │ ├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤ │ │ DEPRIVED │ │ ARMOR │ │ GOLD │ 8 │ │ └──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘ ┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐ │ Physique: Short │ Speech: Formal │ Age: 24 │ │ Skin: Marked │ Clothing: Frayed ├──────────┤ │ Hair: Wavy │ Virtue: Humble │ │ │ Face: Bony │ Vice: Vengeful │ │ ├BONDS─────────────────┴─────────────────────────┴──────────┤ │ You found a Tiny Crystal Prism (petty) buried in the │ │ dirt. When held up to the light, it shows visions of an │ │ unknown location deep within The Woods. Sometimes, you │ │ feel a presence looking back at you. │ │ │ ├OMENS──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤ │ The night sky grows dimmer each evening, as if stars are │ │ disappearing one by one. Rumors of hellish creatures │ │ capturing farmers and pulling them into The Roots are │ │ spreading like wildfire. Village elders believe the two │ │ are connected. │ └───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ You walk the line between healer and harrower, knowing the frailty of the flesh but also the secrets that lay within. With the right tools, life and death are merely words. ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── How have you “improved” yourself? Your chest is lined with alchemical sigils, toughening the skin (Armor 1). Wearing other metallic armor nullifies the effect. What rare tool is essential to your work? Lodestone: Draws out dangerous elements from the body, and acts as a powerful magnetic force. ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── Bonesaw (d6), Bandages (3 uses), Leech (restores 1 STR, 3 uses), Stained medical finery (petty)