A deathly pale person, wearing heavy cloaks. Smells of infection.
You are a pathetic begger who abandoned your poor daughter in the dead of night. You don’t have any useful skills besides a very capable liver and a well worn set of stories. You have been infected with some manner of disease that is making your cough and has been getting progressively worse.
Terrible Cough: When you talk, it’s like you are holding back a cough, clearing your throat, little coughs, until you can’t take it. Take a drink of the flask (phlegm container) and then cough hard, spitting out green phlegm and coughing your head off. This lasts an uncomfortably long time, but not so long as to be considered comedy. You just recently started coughing up the green phlegm. You have had the cough for several weeks, and have traveled with it. It got significantly worse as you neared Vindale, and now you can’t work because you lose your breath just talking.
Aggressive Begger: Approach everyone, asking for coin or if they would like to hear a story for coin. Your stories are fanciful and dramatic, and you won’t say if they are true or not. You attend Market Days because of the coin and treasure you hear is obtained but have never adventured. You have been all over the land, wandering, begging, and taking odd jobs when you can. You speak of your travels, as a vagabond, and what you have seen.
Deadbeat Dad: You talk fondly of your daughter, Ruth. You were not a good father and she didn’t deserve that. She would be a woman now. It’s been too long and you can’t go back. That is all you will say on the subject, and will abruptly change it.
Body: 30
Props: flask (containing phlegm), green stained handkerchief
Makeup: pale, heavy eye bruises
Motivation: Panhandling, find a cure for your cough.
Speech: slow, wheezy, with fits of coughing.
Tactics: friendly but pitiful
Movement: slow, because it is hard to move and breathe