┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐
│ Saylor                               │                    │
├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤                    │
│ Jongleur                             │                    │
├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│      15 │      15 │       8 │ HP:  3 │                    │
├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤                    │
│ DEPRIVED │   │ ARMOR │   │ GOLD │ 11 │                    │
└──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘
┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐
│ Physique: Scrawny    │ Speech: Booming         │ Age: 29  │
│ Skin: Tattooed       │ Clothing: Bloody        ├──────────┤
│ Hair: Luxurious      │ Virtue: Gregarious      │          │
│ Face: Pale           │ 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──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤
│ Swarms of insects are fleeing from The Woods in droves,   │
│ destroying any wooden structures they come across. The    │
│ sound of their wings hum a familiar tune as they pass     │
│ overhead, like a forgotten nursery rhyme.                 │
│                                                           │
└───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘
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?
Your debut composition reduced the audience to a gibbering mess, murmuring of bright creatures descending from the night sky. Later you noticed that the notes resembled stellar constellations. Take a Book On Astronomy, and a lot of questions.
What trinket were you unable to leave behind?
Rebreak Glass A wine flute that can be broken multiple times, reforming after 24 hours. Makes a really loud noise.
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Costume, Simple Instrument (Pipes, Lute, etc.), Lucky jerkin (1 Armor), Sling (d6)
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