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Roll or choose one Motivation, one Training, and one Arms class. Select five abilities from your three classes.
1 | You've buried three husbands and nearly a dozen children. What else could life possibly do to you? One thing's for sure: you're no longer interested in being told what to do. You're a Steadfast. |
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2 | You came to the convent to quell the voices in your head, the ones that tell you to burn things. It didn't work, so it's time to leave. You're a Firebug. |
3 | You're stubborn, clever, bossy, loud-mouthed and often right. Had you been born a man you'd no doubt be leading soldiers into battle, so no one should be surprised nunhood really isn't your style. You're a Tactician. |
4 | You grew up hearing bawdy tavern tales of the debauchery that happened in convents. You've discovered first-hand that none of them were true, and your disappointment is immeasurable. You're a Seducer. |
5 | You look human, but rumors hold your long-gone mother was a mermaid caught in your father's nets. Now he's sent you here to keep you far, far away from the ocean… yet you still feel its call. You're a Mariner. |
6 | You're a walking disaster that causes trouble by accident wherever you go, so they sent you here. You're a Fool. |
7 | You were placed here as an infant after your branch of the royal family was violently pruned. You're only 17th in line for the throne, but nobody can deny that you're good at connecting with people. You're a Luminary. |
8 | You're mute, which makes everyone think you're a simpleton. You're not. You're a Trickster. |
9 | You posed as a nun to assassinate Prioress Repentia, and you did. Best leave before somebody catches on. You're a Poisoner. |
10 | Your husband died, and his unscrupulous but powerful family forced you to come here so they could take his inheritance. You're hyper-aware of backstabbers and have a plan to get back what's yours. You're a Vigilant. |
11 | You have a minor deformity that society prefers not to see. Your parents exaggerate its severity to their friends to get sympathy. You're a Shadow. |
12 | You're no woman! You look just androgynous enough to pull off the look, though, and you're determined to bust your sister out of here. You're a Charlatan. |
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