ABSCURA
Characters
ABSCURA
Dungeons & Dragons 5e
Realm:
Highspire
Region:
Downtown
Iris:
4
High Fame:
0
Low Fame:
10
Humor:
0
Downtime Tokens:
14
Daily Downtime Uses:
6
Species:
Human
Gender:
Male
Age:
18
Class:
Rogue
Origin:
Slum-Born
Background:
entertainer
Completed:
1
Most recent:
21 days ago
| STR | DEX | CON | INT | WIS | CHA |
|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 12 (+1) | 18 (+4) | 14 (+2) | 10 (+0) | 12 (+1) | 16 (+3) |
I was born a Null in the Highspire Slums, empty of the magic "spark" this world worships. My father was a shadow-walker, and my mother wove the very silks the elite use to look down on us. My only escape was my friend Kyl, a noble who hated his golden cage. We played duets in trash-alleys until a mana-flare took his life, and the High Council framed my father for it to protect their reputation. They executed him, and my mother died shortly after, crushed by their debts.
At 18, a ghost resides at The Bustling Tavern. I poses as a traveling bard. My "magic" is a deception, using mechanical tripwires and chemical sparks. During my act, "Illu! Magical Theater," a haunting duet is performed for one. A dual-toned owl, Vio, marks the heavy purses of the arrogant "Takers." Truth is the most dangerous weapon in a city built on lies.
I stand 5'10" with a lithe, 165lb frame and a pale complexion. My black hair is kept slicked back and well-combed, but my most striking feature is my mismatched eyes—dark brown on the left and dark purple on the right.
Trust is a fortress for me. I call it being Picky Friendly—I don’t let just anyone in because I know how fast a "friend" can be turned into a frame-job by the Council. If you burn me once, you're dead to me; there are no second chances in the gutters.
I am Overly Keen, noticing the gears and tripwires that others are too "spark-blind" to see. To me, success isn’t a miracle; it’s calculation, math, and timing.
My heart is tied to the shadows of the past. I still play the Viol and Flute for Kyl, my noble friend from Downtown who died in a mana-flare when we were kids. I carry the Thieves' Tools and the legacy of my father, Con, an underground spy executed at the Great Clocktower. I also remember my mother, Mich, a master tailor whose life was taken by the debts of a world that had forgotten us.
Now, I live at a Tavern in Downtown—the only home that lets a "ghost" like me stay.
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