[b]Tristan Kuwabatake-Fletcher
The Troll-Killer[/b]

Bold: +0
Good: -1
Strong: +1
Wary: +2
Weird: +1

[b]Rights:[/b]

I have an [u]enchanted weapon[/u]

[u]When I encounter something unnatural,[/u] I have the right to [u]roll Weird[/u]. 
[i]On 10+, I ask the MC 2 of the following. On 7–9, ask 1.
• Is this a thing of old ways, new ways, or ways unknown to me?
• What manner of person made this thing, or is it its own?
• For what does this thing hunger, or by what has it sated itself?
• What would this thing make the world into, if it only could?
On a miss, ask 1, but the thing may ask a question of you in return, from this list or of its own devising. Answer truthfully.[/i]

I have the right to [u]slay whom I must for the protection of all[/u]

[u]In single combat[/u], I have the right to [u]spend 1 more than my roll alone would allow[/u]


[b]Who?[/b]
I am the son of an expert warrior who has trained me well, and an English bowyer. My father is part of a company of elite warriors who have been exiled from their homeland who travelled far, following the legends of Rome, in search of a new place of Lords to sell their swords and undertake new duties.

The chivalric code of conduct came naturally to many of the Exiles, who integrated it with their own. As the second generation, I have been taught this synthesis of chivalry and of my father’s strict martial traditions. 

My father was also a deeply spiritual man, but not a Christian. It is both his spiritualism and the esoteric faiths of my mother’s England that I have been raised with, and that I also put a great importance in. 

I am no longer a child, but I am still defined by being my father’s son. His reputation is fearsome, and his People, the Pilgrims in Exile, are my people as well - together they try to rebuild as much of their traditions as they can pass down to the next generation.

While I am inspired by their legacy, I am also an Englishman. I will build my own legacy, that of an English Knight, from the tools that my People have given me. This is why I have struck out on my own, out from under my People’s shadow. 

I have no land, no titles, and as yet few deeds to my name. I carry my father’s bow and my mother’s arrows, my People’s knowledge, and a heart and mind uniquely my own. 

Here is my vow: [i]I will be Just, Courageous and Compassionate. In all things I will show Integrity, Honour and Loyalty. I must never strike in anger, and I will spill no unneeded blood. If blood need be spilled, I must cut decisively and with true intent. I seek honour in duty and I seek greatness through my service to all.[/i]

[b]People: [u]The Pilgrims in Exile[/u], of which I am typical (of my generation)[/b]
They are bound by a [u]single common experience[/u]
They are [u]a warrior order[/u], 16 souls in 16 households of 16 warriors
They are [u]lean[/u] and [u]tawny-brown[/u]
They mostly speak [u]Latin[/u] with mixed fluencies, due to following the Pax Romana from their homeland

[u]Stats:[/u] +1 War, +1 Rites, 0 Wealth
[u]War:[/u] They are known for their physical prowess and their individual skill at arms
[u]Rites:[/u] They are known for their fearlessness in the face of death and their patience in suffering
[u]Wealth:[/u] They are known for their craft and skill

[b]Household: [/b]
I have a humble place in another’s household
The household is an Inn at which I am hosted by the Innkeeper’s charity
    Horse and stables
    Tenants
    A kitchen, pantry and buttery
    Debts

[b]Personal belongings:[/b]
Distinctive clothing of a sky-blue silk shirt, and black gambeson trousers. 
An elaborate black quiver with blue silk thread stitching. 
I am without ornament, though my hair is tied back in a distinctive tight bun 
My drinking cup is lacquered wood of fine craft
My knife is of long cord-wrapped iron. 

[b]Arms and Armor:[/b]
A dagger (2 harm)
A bardiche (3 harm)
Hide armor (1 armor)
A leather helmet (1 armor)
An enchanted bow of ancient yew (4 harm at range, can harm non-flesh creatures)

Has a bounty of fur and a bounty of meat