┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐
│ Lyra                                 │                    │
├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤                    │
│ Prowler                              │                    │
├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│      14 │      13 │      13 │ HP:  3 │                    │
├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤                    │
│ DEPRIVED │   │ ARMOR │   │ GOLD │  8 │                    │
└──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘
┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐
│ Physique: Short      │ Speech: Booming         │ Age: 37  │
│ Skin: Scarred        │ Clothing: Rancid        ├──────────┤
│ Hair: Long           │ Virtue: Courageous      │          │
│ Face: Rat-Like       │ Vice: Vain              │          │
├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──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤
│ The constellations have slowly started shifting in the    │
│ night sky, forming unfamiliar patterns that have          │
│ stargazers and sages perplexed. Even the animals seem     │
│ disturbed.                                                │
│                                                           │
└───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘
You are a specter in the night, a fleeting shadow that slips by its prey, unseen. Each kill a test of cunning and animal determination, a contest between life and death. You know that one day you will lose. You look forward to it.
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What did you last hunt?
An ice nettle, trapping and draining sheep. You lost your commission when the fungus you introduced killed half the flock. Take a Rime Seed (1 use). It freezes any body of water, no matter the size. Don’t eat it.
What tool is always in your pack?
Drowse Balm A wax bar. If boiled in water, the steam acts as a soporific agent.
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Tarp, Boiled leather (1 Armor), Short sword (d6), Spring-loaded trap (4 STR damage)
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