You were not shaped by the refined tools of a master artisan, nor stitched together in a cozy nursery. Instead, you are a Kidcrafted Poppet—fashioned out of twigs, pinecones, moss, and tangled twine by the small, trembling hands of a lonely child lost in the deep woods. Through your creator's desperate desire for a friend and the ambient, untamed magic of the forest, you breathed your first breath. Your body is a fragile, mismatched tapestry of the forest floor, but your soul is fueled by pure, unyielding devotion. Though you have since emerged into the wider world, the primal magic of the wilds still thrums within your wooden joints, and your deep-seated instinct to comfort, guide, and protect your chosen "pack" remains completely unbroken.
- Skill Proficiencies: Nature, Survival, and Medicine
- Tool Proficiencies: Woodcarver's Tools or Herbalism Kit
- Languages: Sylvan
Feature: Forest's Comfort
You possess an innate knack for finding safety and solace in the untamed wilds, a remnant of your time keeping a lost child alive. You can always find fresh water and edible flora (like berries, nuts, or roots) for yourself and up to five other companions each day, provided the wilderness has such resources.
Additionally, small, non-hostile forest creatures (such as squirrels, birds, and mice) do not view you as a threat or a predator. They treat you like a natural part of the environment, and you can decipher their basic moods and warnings (e.g., if a predator is nearby or if a storm is coming).
Suggested Characteristics
| d6 | Personality Trait |
|---|---|
| 1 | I am fiercely protective of my friends and treat them like the child I was made to comfort. |
| 2 | I don't understand city life; I am constantly confused by things like money, doors, and stone roads. |
| 3 | I go entirely still and pretend to be a normal pile of sticks when I am startled or overwhelmed. |
| 4 | I express my affection by gifting people shiny pebbles, pretty leaves, or weirdly shaped twigs. |
| 5 | I speak in soft, rustling whispers (ASMR), often talking to plants and insects as if they were old siblings. |
| 6 | I am obsessed with "tucking in" my companions when they camp, ensuring they are warm and covered in leaves. |
| d6 | Ideal |
|---|---|
| 1 | Devotion. I will never abandon my companions, no matter how terrifying the danger. (Good) |
| 2 | Nature. The natural world birthed me, and it is the only thing truly worth protecting. (Neutral) |
| 3 | Curiosity. Every flower, bug, and stranger is a wonder waiting to be explored. (Chaotic) |
| 4 | Innocence. The world is full of harsh things; I must preserve the joy and purity I find in others. (Good) |
| 5 | Survival. The wilds taught me that only the adaptable survive. We must stay strong. (Neutral) |
| 6 | Autonomy. No one pulls my strings anymore. I choose who I love and where I wander. (Chaotic) |
| d6 | Bond |
|---|---|
| 1 | Somewhere out there is the child who made me. I will find them, or ensure they grew up safe. |
| 2 | The forest magic that gave me life is fading, and I must find a way to permanently anchor my soul. |
| 3 | A specific member of my current adventuring party reminds me of my creator, and I will die to keep them safe. |
| 4 | I carry a small, hollow space in my chest where my child used to hide secrets. I will only open it for someone I trust completely. |
| 5 | The patch of woods where I was born is being corrupted, and I can feel its sickness in my own wooden bones. |
| 6 | I seek to learn the art of crafting so that one day, I can build a family of my own. |
| d4 | Flaw |
|---|---|
| 1 | I am terrified of fire and will actively panic if it gets too close to my wooden frame. |
| 2 | I have no concept of personal space or privacy; I used to watch over a sleeping child all night, after all. |
| 3 | I tend to fixate on repairing my body with random forest debris whenever I take damage. |
| 4 | If someone breaks my trust, I completely shut down and refuse to move or speak to them for days. |
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