
As a child you displayed an aptitude for certain skills. You weren’t just good at what you did, you were outstanding. This ability could be innate, or acquired through a series of events. This did not go unnoticed for long.
You don't know precisely how it happened, was it a passing agent, a jealous friend, a desperate member of your family or town? What you do know is, someone sold you out. Now a secret underground entity or organization has become aware of your special talent, and you are a profitable asset.
Taken from the life you knew, you now are a tool to be used for power and profit. this individual or group has acquired you, and plans on capitalizing on your talents. You have been trained and schooled in the arts that best suit your skills; you are an assassin, a spy, a secret agent, courtesan, or a tool of insurgence and political manipulation.
After years of training and indoctrination, you are assigned your first solo mission. Something has gone terribly wrong though, and in the world you live in there is no room for mistakes. There can’t be any witnesses, evidence, or loose threads to follow. Failure means death; you must now go on the run and keep your identity a secret. You know far too much and are a liability, a rogue asset on the loose; if you’re found out you will be captured and terminated.
After years of hiding, paranoia, and persecution; either real or perceived. You have now become adept at spinning false narratives. You are quick at coming up with stories about your past and who you are. You are able to come across as sympathetic, but uninteresting. As far as people are concerned, you are a likable vagabond that will quickly pass through town and memory. Must people will offer aid when needed, and assist you where they can; unless you break the laws or are a perceivable threat to them.
Suggested Characteristics
You have learned to live life on the go, and have become accustomed to being unremarkable and non-distinct. You try to make little connections or investment so you are always ready to move on.
d6 | Personality Trait |
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1 | I move from place to place, never staying anywhere long and leaving nothing behind. |
2 | I mostly reveal nothing about my past, and when I do it’s riddled with lies. |
3 | I avoid making friends. They are a luxury I can’t afford. |
4 | I keep detailed journal entries of the goings-on around me, particularly of the people I'm with. One can never be too careful. |
5 | When entering a new place, I make mental notes of all possible escape routes and exits. |
6 | I always carry a handful of coins with me, and stash essentials nearby for a quick getaway. |
d6 | Ideal |
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1 | I will set forth on the road, and one day I will walk beyond the reach of my past. |
2 | I will topple the organization that took my life from me; I will expose them for what they are and ruin them. |
3 | I will ensure no child suffers at the hand of a greater power like I once did. |
4 | One day, it will be I who pulls the strings, and it shall be they who run from me. |
5 | I will find out the truth of how I was discovered, and when I find the rat I will make them pay. |
6 | One day I will return to my home town; I will be reunited with my loved ones. |
d6 | Bond |
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1 | My first assignment haunts me to this day—I won’t ever forget what happened. |
2 | I can only fall asleep while humming the lullaby I had sung to me in my childhood. |
3 | I had a special person at home; I keep their memory close at heart. The memories spent together get me through the hard times. |
4 | I had a friend on the inside who I owe my life to. My hope is to on day make it up to them. |
5 | I have a list of names, ones that I plan to erase. |
6 | I like to run my fingers along a scar I received as a child—it keeps the anxiety at bay. |
d6 | Flaw |
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1 | I have developed a taste for blood and violence. |
2 | There's a dark part of me that takes over when violence is involved, and I can take things too far. |
3 | When under stress, I tend to fall back on lying, as it comes easiest to me. |
4 | After so many years of lying I have trouble discerning the real from the fabricated, It’s hard to remember who I really am. |
5 | My need for vengeance is what keeps me going; I will make them pay for what was taken from me. |
6 | Friends are tools you use to get ahead; no one can truly be trusted. |
