You were born into a world of order, ambition, and gleaming glass bottles—raised in the back rooms of an apothecary where contracts were signed in ink and tinctures were measured to the last drop. Your family’s name was well-known, whispered with respect and envy in merchant circles. Their success came not only from the sharpness of their minds but from their uncanny ability to blend alchemy and trade—distilling poisons and perfumes, salves and secrets. From an early age, you learned to read ledgers before bedtime and memorized the boiling points of rare herbs before you could spell your own name.

You were expected to carry on the legacy. To master the formulas, perfect the business, and take your place among the noble alchemists of the guild. Your childhood was full of copper scales and polished glass, of diplomacy and calculation, and yet—somewhere in the quiet spaces between those carefully measured days—you began to sense something else calling.

It started as a curiosity. You'd linger too long in the herb gardens behind the shop, fascinated by how a leaf curved toward the sun or how certain mushrooms only bloomed after storms. Then came dreams—vivid, strange ones. Forests you’d never visited, voices on the wind, shapes moving just beyond vision. You began to see alchemy not just as science, but as something older. Wilder. Sacred. You started sneaking away to gather moss from creek stones and press flowers into the margins of your father's recipe books. You spoke to plants like they might answer, and sometimes, it felt like they did.

You walked away from the city, its towers of smoke and stone, and followed the scent of pine and damp earth. You sought out druids, hedge witches, and hidden groves, drawn to the raw magic that pulsed through the veins of the natural world. Now, you walk between two paths: one foot still grounded in alchemical tradition, the other stepping into ancient mysteries written in wind, root, and rain.

You know the world is wide and wild—and this time, you’re not chasing coin. You’re chasing truth.

Skill Proficiencies: Nature, Insight

Tool Proficiencies: Alchemist's Supplies or Herbalism Kit

Languages: Any one Language mainly used in trading

Equipment: Alchemist’s supplies, herbalism kit (starter set), a keepsake locket filled with pressed herbs or dried petals, a set of sturdy traveler’s clothes, a leather-bound notebook of experimental potions or observations of the natural world, and a belt pouch with 10 gp.

Suggested Characteristics

Use the tables below as the basis for your traits and motivations, modifying the entries when appropriate to suit your identity.

Your bond is almost certainly related to a family member that taught you, or else to the work that you produce. Your ideal might have to do with maintaining the high quality of your work or preserving the ancestral tradition tied to your craft.

d8	Personality Trait
1	I see no difference between a rare herb and a rare gem—they’re both worth chasing.
2	I feel most alive when my hands are in the dirt and my mind is lost in thought.
3	I treat brewing potions and tending plants like sacred rituals.
4	I speak softly and often to animals and plants, whether they understand or not.
5	I love teaching people about the natural world, whether they ask or not.
6	I am fascinated by the balance of nature: predator and prey, decay and bloom.
7	I analyze everything—people, plants, and problems alike.
8	I still keep detailed ledgers, even if they now track sun cycles and root growth.

d6	Ideal
1	Harmony. All things—commerce, nature, magic—must live in balance. (Neutral)
2	Knowledge. Nature holds secrets that alchemy and gold could never replicate. (Any)
3	Freedom. I left the rigid path behind to follow the wild one. (Chaotic)
4	Legacy. My family built an empire—I’ll leave something wilder, but just as lasting. (Lawful)
5	Growth. Just as plants grow from decay, I believe change is sacred. (Good)
6	Control. Nature can be refined, tamed, and bottled—with the right hands. (Evil)

d6	Bond
1	I protect an ancient grove that once appeared to me in a dream.
2	I carry a weathered journal of herbal lore passed down through generations.
3	A mysterious fey creature once helped me in the wild—I owe it a debt.
4	I made a vow to return home only once I’ve found something the wild can teach the civilized.
5	My family’s apothecary was burned down by those who feared "witchcraft." I remember.
6	A sacred plant only blooms under certain stars. I will find it—no matter the cost.

d6	Flaw
1	I underestimate how dangerous the wild world can be.
2	I prefer plants to people and sometimes forget they don’t think alike.
3	I secretly long for the comforts of my wealthy past.
4	I tend to manipulate natural forces without thinking of consequences.
5	I hoard rare ingredients—even at others’ expense.
6	I believe most problems can be solved with the right potion, poultice, or plant.