The Last War mobilized huge numbers of soldiers, which the nations hurled against each other in seemingly endless waves. By the end of the war, Breland, Cyre, and Thrane had passed laws requiring their able-bodied citizens to serve in the military. Sometimes, though, soldiers were less than willing to serve their country—because of pacifist principles, a rejection of the reasons for the war, simple conflict with a commanding officer, or sheer cowardice.
For whatever reason, you decided that being a soldier was not your true calling, and you fled to some place where the law of your home country couldn’t reach you—perhaps Throneport, Q’barra, or even distant Stormreach.
You’re a criminal, though your principal crime was refusing to kill any more. You’ve spent years on the run, and you’re accustomed to keeping a low profile, avoiding attention, and slipping away from trouble when it comes looking for you. You’re constantly looking over your shoulder, afraid of what you might see there.
Skill Proficiencies: Athletics and your choice of either Deception, Insight or Survival
Tool Proficiencies: Vehicles (land) or vehicles (water), one gaming set
Equipment: A bedroll, signal whistle, whetstone, a set of common clothes, and a belt pouch containing 15 gp.
Feature: On the Look Out
You are constantly aware of the possibilities of a bounty hunter being on your tail. As such you always know where to go in a city or town to remain inconspicuous. Most importantly you know the kinds of people to talk to to gather information, whether it be down by the docks, or in the seedier areas of town, but you always manage to find those that have the most rumors about who is in town and what they are up to.
Like many veterans, you’re haunted by whatever it is that made you flee the army. Were you witness to one too many battlefields choked with corpses? Were you subjected to constant abuse, even torture, at the hands of your sergeant? Were you pushed into military service by the theocratic fanatics of Thrane, forced to serve a faith that wasn’t your own? Or were you just outside Cyre on the Day of Mournin
Backgrounds - Deserter