┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐ │ Brim │ │ ├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤ │ │ Foundling │ │ ├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ │ 10 │ 10 │ 11 │ HP: 3 │ │ ├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤ │ │ DEPRIVED │ │ ARMOR │ │ GOLD │ 8 │ │ └──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘ ┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐ │ Physique: Flabby │ Speech: Gravelly │ Age: 34 │ │ Skin: Birthmarked │ Clothing: Antique ├──────────┤ │ Hair: Luxurious │ Virtue: Cautious │ │ │ Face: Square │ Vice: Vengeful │ │ ├BONDS─────────────────┴─────────────────────────┴──────────┤ │ You inherited an old Journal, bound in bark. Each │ │ evening, its pages are filled with the events of the day, │ │ crassly from the journal’s perspective. The writing is │ │ crude, but accurate. │ │ │ ├OMENS──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤ │ The songbirds of The Woods have fallen eerily silent as │ │ of late. Hunters claim that a spectral figure has been │ │ spotted wandering the forest, gazing longingly at anyone │ │ it encounters. │ │ │ └───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘ An odd birthmark, a strange smell: somehow, the touch of elsewhere still lingers. You’ll never fit in, at least not where you’re at. Roll on the Omens table, but keep the results private for now. ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── Who took you in? A wizened apothecary, who taught you the healing arts but maintained a clinical detachment. Take a Healing Ungent (restores d4 STR). What keeps away bad tidings? Rabbit’s Foot You were wearing it when they found you. They say it is the foot of she who left you, and that it protects you from witch magic. ───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────── Salt pouch, Heirloom amulet (petty, glows in the presence of magic), Sling (d6), Dagger (d6)