Notes

Premise

You remember the first time you died. You remember the time after that. You remember because Death fucking hurts, and the unavoidable process of coming back from the Dry Lands is a bastard's illegitimate bitch.

Human

Adaptable

Kindred

Low Light Vision +1 Parry/reflexes

Wildling

Leaper Claws [str + 1d4] Climbing at normal Pace

Size/Toughness penalty Outsider (minor)