Trait: I’m full of witty aphorisms and have a proverb for every occasion.
Ideal: My talents were given to me so that I could use them to benefit the world.
Bond: I will get revenge on the evil forces that destroyed my place of business and ruined my livelihood.
Flaw: I’m horribly jealous of anyone who can outshine my handiwork. Everywhere I go, I’m surrounded by rivals.
History:
One day I was working in the kitchen, and I took this fish out of the bucket. It was still wriggling; stubborn one it was. I tried cutting it, and couldn't cut through its skin! It just hung there.
Then some half-orc gets feisty in the tavern, and I have to deal with it. He be wielding a huge axe, and I throw my cleaver at him but it misses. He laughs and then I throw the next closest thing; the fish. It whacks him in the face good! Then it comes back to me! The fish, not the half-orc...
Since then, the fish be following me around. I can't get rid of it! And I have the ability to cast some spells. Seems lucky, but then the inn my father gave to me burns down and now I need to earn enough to build it up again.
