┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐ │ Indigo │ │ ├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤ │ │ Mountebank │ │ ├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 9 │ 12 │ 8 │ HP: 4 │ │ ├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤ │ │ DEPRIVED │ │ ARMOR │ │ GOLD │ 16 │ │ └──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘ ┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐ │ Physique: Short │ Speech: Droning │ Age: 35 │ │ Skin: Weathered │ Clothing: Antique ├──────────┤ │ Hair: Wavy │ Virtue: Serene │ │ │ Face: Broken │ Vice: Vengeful │ │ ├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──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤ │ It feels like winter has arrived too quickly this year, │ │ frost and snows making their appearance much earlier than │ │ expected. There is talk of a pattern to the frost found │ │ in windows, ponds, and cracks in the ground. It almost │ │ looks like a map. │ └───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ Wits are your sharpest weapon, a facade your strongest shield. But when you do lose, you lose badly. ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── How was your fraud exposed? You were cursed by a hedgewitch for fooling some innocent village folk. Magic acts unpredictably in your hands (WIL save to avoid disaster). If you are the target of magic, the same applies to its wielder. What keepsake could always identify you? Royal Crest Born into royalty, you chose a different life. The crest grants you access, but also alerts your family of your whereabouts. ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── Cart (+4 slots, bulky when pulled), Trick playing cards, Fancy hat (petty), Cane sword (d6)