┌NAME──────────────────────────────────┬────────────────────┐
│ Iwan                                 │                    │
├BACKGROUND────────────────────────────┤                    │
│ Half Witch                           │                    │
├ABILITIES┬─────────┬─────────┬────────┤                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│         │         │         │        │                    │
│      11 │      13 │       9 │ HP:  1 │                    │
├─────────┴┬───┬────┴──┬───┬──┴───┬────┤                    │
│ DEPRIVED │   │ ARMOR │   │ GOLD │ 13 │                    │
└──────────┴───┴───────┴───┴──────┴────┴────────────────────┘
┌TRAITS────────────────┬─────────────────────────┬──────────┐
│ Physique: Athletic   │ Speech: Droning         │ Age: 32  │
│ Skin: Scarred        │ Clothing: Elegant       ├──────────┤
│ Hair: Luxurious      │ Virtue: Merciful        │          │
│ Face: Broken         │ Vice: Bitter            │          │
├BONDS─────────────────┴─────────────────────────┴──────────┤
│ You protect a long-dormant family secret. Take one half   │
│ of an Ancient Key (petty). They say that if joined with   │
│ its twin, it opens a Gate through any door.               │
│                                                           │
│                                                           │
├OMENS──────────────────────────────────────────────────────┤
│ There is a village known far and wide for its impressive  │
│ “mother tree”, said to shelter the town’s secrets         │
│ in its boughs. Recently, it has begun bleeding red sap,   │
│ worrying the elders.                                      │
│                                                           │
└───────────────────────────────────────────────────────────┘
Born of both the mortal world and the unseen, a crossing of veils that makes you an enigma to many. You are both a conduit and a caution of what happens when two worlds collide.
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What did you bring back from the unseelie court?
A Living Nightmare that dwells within you, but manifests whenever you are in danger. It has your same Attributes and HP, and attacks with claws (d8+d8). It disappears on Critical Damage (take 1d4 WIL damage), re-appearing again on the next full moon.
What concoction do you carry, and what rare ingredients
did you gather to make it?
Glamour Feather Plume of a firebird. Can make any creature appear convincingly as someone (or something) else. 1 use.
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Thicket Spellbook, Iron dagger (d6), Herbs pouch (restore 1 STR, 3 uses), Ghillie suit