┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐
│ Iwan                                 │                    │
├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤                    │
│ Half Witch                           │                    │
├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│       7 │      13 │      13 │ HP:  1 │                    │
├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤                    │
│ DEPRIVED │   │ ARMOR │   │ GOLD │  9 │                    │
└──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘
┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐
│ Physique: Flabby     │ Speech: Droning         │ Age: 24  │
│ Skin: Tanned         │ Clothing: Filthy        ├──────────┤
│ Hair: Wispy          │ Virtue: Honorable       │          │
│ Face: Perfect        │ Vice: Craven            │          │
├BONDS─────────────────┴─────────────────────────┴──────────┤
│ You carved a Whistle (petty) from an Oak Lord’s branch.   │
│ Your act did not go unnoticed. You cannot seem to rid     │
│ yourself of the whistle either.                           │
│                                                           │
│                                                           │
├OMENS──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤
│ The local fauna is behaving oddly, displaying heightened  │
│ aggression, or fleeing the area entirely. Hunters talk of │
│ a shadowy figure that roams The Woods, calling to the     │
│ animals.                                                  │
│                                                           │
└───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘
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.
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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.
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Thicket Spellbook, Iron dagger (d6), Herbs pouch (restore 1 STR, 3 uses), Ghillie suit