Frisk

Name: Frisk

Backstory: You are a small child who ran away from home. You once have again Fallen Down. But this place… isn't familiar at all. You don't know why but you feel you should know where you are. All you possess is a bandage and a stick. A voice whispers in your ear, telling you about the world around you. You are thankful for the help.

You look around. You are filled with DETERMINATION.

Gender: ???

Human: Human NPCs have a chance of not attacking you.

Health: [3/10]

[Helping Hand]:  Sometimes helpful voices guide you, but they offer it or remain silent of their own accord, not yours.

Inventory:

[No Backpack]

[No Pockets]

[Neck] : Heirloom Cloth

[Left Hand Open] : Potion of ???

[Right Hand Open]