Kithiri Greenbottle

Kithiri Greenbottle

Race: Halfling, Class: Rogue (Inquisitive) Background: City Guard, Alignment: Lawful Good Patron Deity: DEITY Factions: FACTIONS

Ability Scores

Strength 8 (-1), Dexterity 17 (+3), Constitution 12 (+1); Intelligence 13 (+1), Wisdom 14 (+2), Charisma 11 (+0)

Proficiencies

Bonus: +2 Saving Throws: Dexterity & Intelligence Skills: Acrobatics, Insight, Investigation, Perception, Sleight of Hand, Stealth Tools: Thieves' Tools Languages: Common, Halfling, Celestial, Goblin, Thieves' Cant Armor: Light Weapons: Simple, Hand Crossbows, Rapiers, Longswords, Short Swords

Traits

Lucky, Brave, Nimble, Language, Naturally Stealthy, Watchers Eye

Feats

FEATS

Combat

Attacks: • xxx: +x, xdx+x, Sneak Attack Armor Class: 14, Initiative: +INIT, Speed: 25 ft Hit Points: 17, Hit Dice: 2d8

Social

Personality Traits: I get grumpy when I have to miss a meal. I double-check the facts. Some people call it compulsive, I call it thorough. Ideals: Home - Everyone should have a safe, welcoming home. Bonds: I won't harm those weaker or less fortunate than myself. A small coin, worn on a cord about my neck, a memento of charity given by a nigh penniless widow shortly after my fall. Flaws: I am wracked with guilt over my rash actions.

words -Attribution

Traits

Racial Traits

• Lucky - re-roll attacks or saves.
• Brave - add advantage to saves verses fear.
• Nimble - move through the space of larger creatures.
• Naturally Stealthy - may hide if obscured by a larger creature.

Specialty Traits

• Sneak Attack

Background Traits

• Watcher's Eye - identify bastions or law and dens of iniquity.

Feats

x

Resources

• Coins: x cp • x sp • x ep • x gp • x pp • Other coins: x
• Gems: x

Magic Items

• x

Equipment

Carried Equipment

• In Hand: Rapier, 1d8, finesse
• Worn: x
• Belt: Theives Tools, Magnifying Glass
• Backpack: Burglers Pack

Stored Equipment

• x

Lifestyle

• xxx: (x gp/day). x

Origin

Life’s a twisty thing, you know? I never dreamed of being a soldier, a guard, or a fighter of any kind. I assumed I would be a trader or a farmer or a merchant. I dreamed about being a great beauty, as famous for my luxurious curls as my award winning apple pie. I saw myself with a nice home, as comfortable as can be, with a husband, children, and a larder full of the best tidbits.   After my folks died in that outbreak, you know, the one a bit south of here? Yep, that one. Well, my grandparents took me in. They were traders, with a route that wanders all over, and always passed through Waterdeep. I knew the city, of course. A wild place, a… I don’t know, contrasting kind of place. As great as it was awful.

One day, it all changed. It sure didn’t look like a change at first. We were in Waterdeep. Granna and Granda were about ready to retire. They had real fine collection of goods, including a few that would let them feather their nest just fine. They wanted to give up the road and open an inn. They would stay up late, talking about the common room, the kitchen, the stables. They even knew where it’d be, as an associate of theirs wanted to sell and they wanted to buy.

Well, we got into town and it was all right, at first. But, just a few nights in, the best goods went missing. We didn’t know how, but we had begun to look for buyer and we had to think maybe they chose to make a discount for themselves. We went to the watch, but we didn’t get much help. They were sorry, of course. So sad. Someone even came, looked about and declared it hopeless. We got some advice on the importance of “securing your assets” and not much more.

Well, I was having none of that. I went looking myself. Like I said, I knew Waterdeep pretty well and there were some pretty obvious clues, if you bothered to look. They got less obvious, ‘course, but I have been called stubborn and I wanted Granna to have her kitchen and Granda to have his bar.

I found ‘em, too. I couldn’t take it back myself, but when I went to the Guard and explained I had done their work for them and all they needed to do was make with the arresting and confiscating, it was a lot harder to turn me away.

Got me notice, too. I got an offer to take work with the Guard. That sure shocked me, I can tell you what, but it also got me thinking. I’d liked that challenge. I could do things the Big Folks can’t do so well and it made me feel, well, tall to be given an offer to protect other people’s homes and lives.

Waterdeep isn’t Paradise, no sir it is not. But, it is full of people, homes, and lives and those lives need some protection. They need some attention and i figured I could give them some of both. I did too, for a number of years. Got tapped to be an investigator, looking at past crimes and figuring out whodunit.

It was good, too, while it lasted.

But then there was this case, and it just didn’t smell right. Something was… off. But, a people were missing and needed finding and when I tried to pursue my worry, I was told we didn’t have time for that. And, it’s true that the sooner you find the took the better. I think I mentioned Waterdeep can be awful? Well, it can be a mite worse than awful, too.

I did the work, and I found them, and I brought them out. And we was ambushed. I know we were but I don’t really remember much. Pain, sure, and screams, but not much more. I held on to that pain, and one other thing - guilt.

Why had I let anyone, even my superiors, stop me when I knew something was wrong? I knew it, I only had to prove it, but I set it aside, did the job, and they all died. I should have died, what with my throat cut and all, but I think they were not used to cutting throats so low. They missed the mark and while I bled like anything, I didn’t die. I would NOT die.

But, they did. Vampires, it was vampires that hired us and used us and I let them do it. And the Guard threw me out. Shocking, how I had not done my job proper. And it was sure suspicious that I was alive, likely working with those vampires, really.

Some fool even went to my house and found my stash in the cellar. Clearly blood money, they said, and they confiscated it and out I went.

That was hard. The respect I had earned was gone, replaced by repugnance. And, it isn’t exactly easy for a halfling to blend in. And they took my savings to give to the families of the deceased. I didn’t mind that, exactly, but without a job I was out on the street and sure looked like easy pickings.

I was feeling very lost and low. I was guilty, angry, and more than a little weak. My grandparents would take me in, if I could get there but I didn’t want them to know. They were so proud of me. I still haven’t told them, you know. I write and I give them some news, but I have never said they booted me out and I keep the rest a little vague. It’s all true, just, ah, incomplete, say.

I don’t know why she did it, and I never saw her again, but one day I was just coasting along, not begging but not earning either when this old woman stopped to talk to me. I was at least as hungry for kindness as I was for bread and she fed me well on both. And, when she left, she gave me a coin. I saw her purse, and it was all she had in it, but she gave it to me.

I could not spend that coin. I have it here, see? Punched a hole in it and keep it around. It’s a reminder, and I needed that reminder badly. Still do, sometimes. I see more of the bad now, but I dealt with that, too.

I disguised myself and got a job. XXX???XXX

After a while, I started to get involved with my new neighbors. There was this human youngling, maybe 9 years old being backed into an alley. I knew, her family and that person was not anyone I knew. I stepped in and he didn’t what hit him. I took the girl home and her folks give me a wide eyed look, a meat pie and a bit of ale and there I was. Maybe the look was because I was masked. I hit my face so that folks wouldn’t realize I was not a human child and so I could blend in. I started to get other work and I stayed cloaked.

I have found lost pets, discouraged a few violent lovers, found a missing grandmother, and more. I also was sent to collect a girl and bring her to her uncle. Of course, that uncle turned out to be a seriously sick individual, but I learned my lesson. And, when I knew he had lied to me, I killed him.

That was a little different. I have killed before, though rarely. It does happen, you know. But, I wasn’t in an immediate life or death situation. I thought it through cold and I gutted him like a fish. Took his money, too. And I dipped my finger in his blood and wrote on this forehead - Liar. And on his chest - Pederast.

I still get work, but I don’t get a lot of liars. I also still work XXX. I guess I have two jobs, two lives. There’s Dusk, a kind of guardian for hire, and then there’s XXX. It isn’t the life I had meant to have, but it is the life I have got and it isn’t all bad. I have respect and I protect people and their homes, even if I do it behind a mask. Yes, sir, I could do far worse than this.

Important Individuals

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Mechanics