Pale One

You lurk on the fringes of settlements, observing, perhaps judging, but rarely interacting. You are fundamentally other and belong nowhere. You've had bouts of incoherent madness and self-destructive rages, but mostly you simply wait, in solitary resignation, for that which is inevitable.

• Begins with: d6×10s and d4 Omens.
• HP: Toughness + d6.
• Abilities: +1 Agility and Presence, but bones are hollow and fragile — −2 Toughness.
• Literacy: Literate only in dead languages, cannot use scrolls. Instead, can intuitively use one randomly rolled Power. The Power changes each dawn, or dusk (pick one).
• Roll d6 on the weapon table and d2 on the armor table.

Unspoken origins (d6):

1. Caught by fishermen on the Endless Sea.
2. Accidentally summoned by cultists in Graven-Tosk.
3. Vomited forth by a foul beast in Bergen Chrypt.
4. Fell from the sky near Alliáns.
5. Hatched from an egg laid by a bog-witch in a Western Kingdom swamp.
6. Crawled out of a crack in the ground not far from Grift.

Pale One blessings (d6):

1. The Stars Were Right — roll d4+2 for omens. Say something cryptic every time you use one.
2. Membranous Wings — fly short distances; cannot wear armor; birds dislike you.
3. Uncommon Clay — draw nourishment from soil; normal food makes you sick; you smell like mushrooms.
4. Mana From Somewhere — spend a Powers use to create d6 people's food. Weirdly delicious, but unsettling.
5. Digitigrade Limbs — escape any binding, fit through tiny spaces, flexibility tests −4 DR.
6. Too Many Eyes — way too many. Cannot be surprise-attacked. Spend a Powers use to leave an eye behind and spy on a remote area. If anyone squishes the eye you take d2 damage.

You call yourself... (3d20) — three columns of descriptors that compose a name: (1) adjective + (2) verb + (3) noun-with-article. Example draws yield names like Skeletal Drowns the Flies or Lyrical Echoes the Saint. Full table runs 20×20×20.