┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐
│ Felix                                │                    │
├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤                    │
│ Jongleur                             │                    │
├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│      10 │      11 │      15 │ HP:  3 │                    │
├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤                    │
│ DEPRIVED │   │ ARMOR │   │ GOLD │  8 │                    │
└──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘
┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐
│ Physique: Short      │ Speech: Squeaky         │ Age: 21  │
│ Skin: Soft           │ Clothing: Frumpy        ├──────────┤
│ Hair: Long           │ Virtue: Gregarious      │          │
│ Face: Chiseled       │ Vice: Bitter            │          │
├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──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤
│ Statues have been weeping blood for months on end, and    │
│ the wombs of the village have lain barren since they      │
│ began to fall. A single child has been the only           │
│ exception, taken by elders overcome with fear and dread.  │
│                                                           │
└───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘
What inspires the soul more than song, words, and spectacle? Why practice for years to master the arcane when you’ve already got real magic inside?
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What happened at your final performance?
The crowd loved your catchy tune about a noble and his romantic failings. The noble in question, not so much. Take the Read Mind Spellbook and a warrant for your arrest.
What trinket were you unable to leave behind?
False Cuffs Comfortable, realistic-looking cuffs. Only you know the trick to get out of them.
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Costume, Simple Instrument (Pipes, Lute, etc.), Lucky jerkin (1 Armor), Sling (d6)
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