Legend says the people of Cytoran are descended from celestial beings cast down from the skies for some crimes incomprehensible to mere mortals. You would know, you're one of them.
You arrived on world during the last wave of immigrants, most likely you didn't want to come but it's possible you voluntarily pursued this painfully short life. Maybe you were terminally bored in your old life, maybe you were on the wrong side of a political upheaval, maybe you think this world holds opportunity you lacked among the stars, maybe you joined the wrong religion. Whatever the case, you're here now, better make the best of it.
- Skill Proficiencies: Arcana, Deception
- Tool Proficiencies: Forgery Kit
- Languages: Celestial
- Equipment: A "The Hitchhiker's Guide to Cytoran", a small knife, a set of traveling clothes, and a pouch containing 10 gp
Your memories of stellar life are somewhat hazy, but occasionally you can recall some feature of the society you left behind. In particular technology. When you encounter a magic item for the first time in the campaign roll 1d6, whether you can identify it depends on the result and the rarity of the item.
Common and Uncommon: 3-6
Rare: 4-6
Very Rare: 5-6
Legendary: 6
Suggested Characteristics
The Star Fallen are defined first and foremost by having left a wondrous society where they could live indefinitely in relative comfort. They all have their own reasons for being here, whether they be voluntary or involuntary residents. Their traits should reflect their motives and remnants of their stellar life.
| d8 | Personality Trait |
|---|---|
| 1 | “Kid?” I’m at least ten times your age! |
| 2 | Things were so much better where I came from. |
| 3 | This strange new world is so full of wonder! |
| 4 | This world is scary and full of monsters! |
| 5 | So tell me, do you have any grasp of politics? |
| 6 | I have lived for ages, yet I find my life experience lacking. |
| 7 | I occasionally forget where I've found myself, it's annoying. |
| 8 | Kie ni estas? |
| d6 | Ideal |
|---|---|
| 1 | Survival: Just living on this crazy death world is hard enough. (Neutral) |
| 2 | Order: This dirtball clearly suffers without the organization of a proper civilization. (Lawful) |
| 3 | Protection: The people of this world face horrific dangers, I must help them. (Good) |
| 4 | Pleasure: I’ve got what, a century left? Better make the most of what I’ve got. (Any) |
| 5 | Power. This pathetic settlement will become the foundation of my new empire! (Evil) |
| 6 | Freedom: The empire was so stifling, I’m glad they dumped me on this frontier. (Chaotic) |
| d6 | Bond |
|---|---|
| 1 | A farmer who found me and took me in when I landed |
| 2 | My sponsors back in civilization are depending on my report |
| 3 | A cult arose around me when I landed, they continue to dog me despite my efforts to evade them. |
| 4 | The rest of my faction was also exiled, and they’re now scattered about this planet. |
| 5 | My family is still out there, surely they’ll pick me up in time. |
| 6 | Nothing is more important than my own skin. |
| d6 | Flaw |
|---|---|
| 1 | I… can’t remember. |
| 2 | I’m so accustomed to immortality I have trouble recognizing danger. |
| 3 | I don’t know what to do without my gadgets. |
| 4 | I ask an excessive amount of questions. |
| 5 | I cannot take these ignorant primitives seriously, how dare they question me? |
| 6 | You call this a sandwich? |
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