You are haunted by the deaths of your parents, caused by invading soldiers come to pillage and rob.You hid in the wardrobe upstairs with your siblings, and didn't come out until nightfall. Something inside you snapped that day, you didn't speak unless in the company of your siblings, you didn't show intrest in your old joys and passions. You were a husk of yourself. You joined the army with the promise of getting your siblings a home within one of the walled tower cities, within months you became an example soldier. Cunning, efficient, and a good leader. And whenever possible you bring your siblings gifts, keeping the values instilled by your parents alive.
- Skill Proficiencies: Choose two from among Arcana, Investigation, Intimidation, or Survival
- Languages: Choose two, one of which must be Abyssal, Celestial, Deep Speech, Draconic, Infernal, Primordial, Sylvan, or Undercommon
- Equipment: A Soldier's equipment[/item] (containing a chest, a crowbar a mess kit, three pounds of meat, a handful of fruit and a loaf of bread, one trinket of special significance (choose one or roll on the Bloodline table after this background), a [item]clothes, common;set of common clothes[/item).
| d4 | Bloodline |
|---|---|
| 1 | A shard from a fiend's horn marking you as one of fiendish birth. |
| 2 | A necklace from Meztica, reminding you of your jungle homeland and fellow Tabaxi |
| 3 | A high elvish poem from the library of your mentor |
| 4 | A brush your mother had as a wealthy noble of a human city |
Those who look into your eyes can see that you have faced unimaginable pain and are frozen in fear, some even going mad if kept in your gaze for too long. You gain a +3 on Intimidation checks.
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