Amit Anilkar

A well tanned, worried looking young man.

Description:

A tall, weathered looking young man still not of middle age. He peers at the world through squinted brown eyes. Short, black hair frames a robust, if not particularly impressive face.
His skin is near orange from the tan of many months out in the open.
He shifts uncomfortably from time to time, scanning his surroundings as if lost or hoping to be overlooked.

XP:10

Agility D6
Smarts D8
Spirit D8*
Strength D4
Vigor D6

Edge: (Free)Linguist, Charismatic(2 Charisma)
2 Minor Hindrances: Loyal, Cautious (
2 Skill Points)
1 Major Hindrance: Curious (+2 Skill Points)

Lock picking D4
Stealth D6

Gambling D4
Notice D6
Knowledge

  • Geography D6
  • Languages D6
    * History D4
    * Nature D6
    * Astrology D4

Craft D4
Streetwise D4

Persuasion D8

Languages Spoken:
Stonefast
Southron
Seat Dialect
Azalai(Uphill)
Olden (Old Tiofan)
Speech
Intali
Algar

Novice Advance 1: Spirit D8
Novice Advance 2: Charismatic

Items:

Leather Armour (50)
Bow(250)
Backpack(50)
Bedroll(25)
Blanket(10)
Canteen(5)
Candle 5 (5)
Crowbar(10)
Manacles(15)
Quiver (25)
Rope 20’ (20)
Soap (1)
Dagger(25)
Stack of Paper
Coal
Writing Implements
Ink
Charcoal Impression of a wall

21 Coins

Bio:

The story of Amit Anilkar is the story of every young man fom his part of the world, which, in turn is the story of the City. Atop the dusty mesa, nestled between the Western mountain peaks lies the City of Anil, a relatively small town carved from the limestone residing there. The ground around Anil begets few plants and fewer creatures, but the treasure and reason the town exists lies underground. There, in the winding tunnles that extend beyond all attempts at exploration is a foul gas that can burn. Pipes of copper and great bellows pull the substance from its subterranean rest and send it into communal fire-pits and lamps that illuminate.
The town is new to this cycle, founded by shepherds but changed forever by a few bright colonists from Witherfort, who saw its potential.
Son to an able smith, Amit learned to work with machinery and was pushed to excell as a teacher, but quickly found that his curiosity strayed towards the illicit. He ran with gangs and stole when it suited him, but found himself dreaming of the world beyond the chalk and flint hills surrounding him.
He’s been hopping from place to place, acting as a translator, tinker, guide, scout and any job in between to any caravan, mercenary group or any other group not too unsavory for company.

Amit Anilkar

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