Three magic beans for just one cow? What a deal!

I grow combative and unpredictable when I drink.

I'll do absolutely anything to win.

"I don't believe I can make a difference to anyone or anything."

I let my need to win arguments overshadow friendships and harmony.

I wear a tribal mask and never take it off.

I'm especially superstitious and live life seeking to avoid bad luck, wicked spirits, or the Mists.

Nothing gets between me and danger except my fellow adventurers. So I'll be sure to put them there.

I'm a great gambler. I'm just bad at math and logic.

You. Fetch my cloak. And maybe rub my feet for a while.

I put too much trust in those who wield power within my temple's hierarchy.

Though I am an excellent crafter, my work tends to look as though it belongs on a ship.

I can't keep a secret to save my life, or anyone else's.

My piety sometimes leads me to blindly trust those that profess faith in my god.

My hatred of my enemies is blinding and unreasoning.

I follow orders, even if I think they're wrong.

I harbor dark, bloodthirsty thoughts that my isolation and meditation failed to quell.

I have a weakness for the vices of the city, especially hard drink.

I believe that I'm intellectually superior to people from other cultures and have much to teach them.

I act without thinking and take risks without weighing the consequences.

I have an insatiable desire for carnal pleasures.

Why spend gold here when you can buy the same thing for copper in the next town?

I'm quick to assume that someone is trying to cheat me.

I believe doom follows me and that anyone who gets close to me will face a tragic end.

No one must ever learn that I once stole money from guild coffers.

When faced with a choice between money and my friends, I usually choose the money.

I overlook obvious solutions in favor of complicated ones.

Once someone questions my courage, I never back down no matter how dangerous the situation.

I believe everyone has a price and am cynical toward those who present themselves as virtuous.

Unlocking an ancient mystery is worth the price of a civilization.

I indulge in a habit that threatens my reputation or my health.

I'm always in debt. I spend my ill-gotten gains on decadent luxuries faster than I bring them in.

You think we're in trouble now? Let me tell you how bad things are likely to get!

I consider the adherents of other gods to be deluded innocents at best, or ignorant fools at worst.

Most people scream and run when they see a demon. I stop and take notes on its anatomy.

I need to find the best in everyone and everything, even when that means denying obvious malice.

My best days are behind me. Ahead lies only toil, pain, and death.

You haven't heard of me? I'm sure that's because of your ignorance and low breeding.

I am dogmatic in my thoughts and philosophy.

You can loan me a little, right? I've got a sure thing. I'll double your money, guaranteed.

"I am convinced that this place is going to kill me."

I am easily distracted by the promise of information.

I am obsessed with catching an elusive aquatic beast, often to the detriment of other pursuits.

Though I act charming, I feel nothing for others and don't know what friendship is.

I'm exceptionally cautious, planning laboriously and devising countless contingencies.

I am exceptionally credulous and believe any story or legend immediately.

I have a weakness for the exotic beauty of the people of these lands.

I'll say anything to avoid having to do extra work.

By my words and actions, I often bring shame to my family.

I have a secret fear of some common wild animal - and in my work, I see them everywhere.

I secretly believe that everyone is beneath me.

My comrades are brave, but I must defeat this threat alone to prove my worth.

I like to break things and cause ruin.

My loyalties are... fluid.

I will be the best for the honor and glory of my home.

Oh, yeah, that spell? Named after my parent's best friend. Let me tell you about them.

I sometimes stay up all night listening to the ghosts of my fallen enemies.

There's right and there's wrong, and there's no gray area in between.

I'm too greedy for my own good. I can't resist taking a risk if there's money involved. (Evil)

I judge others harshly, and myself even more severely.

I don't know when to throw something away. You never know when it might be useful again.

I must be the captain of any group I join.

Secretly, I believe that things would be better if I were a tyrant lording over the land.

I ignore anyone who doesn't compete and anyone who loses to me.

Our superiors might not like what you're doing. I'm going to have to put that in my report.

I once satirized a noble who still wants my head. It was a mistake that I will likely repeat.

I talk to myself, and I don't make friends easily.

I speak without really thinking through my words, invariably insulting others.

I become irrational when innocent people are hurt.

When I'm not exploring dungeons or ruins. I get jittery and impatient.

I'm horribly jealous of anyone who can outshine my handiwork. Everywhere I go, I'm surrounded by rivals.

I'm judgmental of those who are not skilled with tools of some kind.

I know the ends always justify the means and am quick to make sacrifices to attain my goals.

I sometimes take things that don't belong to me, especially if they are very well made.

I've picked up some unpleasant habits living among goblins, lizardfolk, or orcs.

I have lived a hard life and find it difficult to empathize with others.

When given the choice of going left or right, I always go left.

I have a 'tell' that reveals when I'm lying.

I have only one vice, but it controls my life.

I have lingering pain from old injuries.

I am inclined to tell long-winded stories at inopportune times.

I would kill to acquire a noble title.

I am too enamored of ale, wine, and other intoxicants.

"I can't tell what's real anymore."

The monstrous enemy we faced in battle still leaves me quivering with fear.

I like keeping secrets and won't share them with anyone.

I am secretly (or not so secretly) convinced of the superiority of my own culture over that of this foreign land.

Flaw? I have no flaws. I'm perfect.

I'd rather eat my armor than admit when I'm wrong.

I have no time for friends or family. I spend every waking moment thinking about and preparing for my next expedition.

I'm never satisfied with what I have—I always want more.

I have a weakness for the new intoxicants and other pleasures of this land.

I save my sympathy for my friends, and I have no friends.

I am judgmental, especially of those I deem homebodies or otherwise lazy.

If there's a plan, I'll forget it. If I don't forget it, I'll ignore it.

I pretend not to understand the local language in order to avoid interactions I would rather not have.

You don't know what I'm going through. You never can.

I obey the law, even if the law causes misery.

Once I pick a goal, I become obsessed with it to the detriment of everything else in my life.

I am so obsessed with sketching my ideas for elaborate inventions that I sometimes forget little thing like eating and sleeping.

When I see something valuable, I can't think about anything but how to steal it.

A scandal prevents me from ever going home again. That kind of trouble seems to follow me around.

I must have the best of everything. Like, right now.

I find that most people are trustworthy. Hey, where's my belt pouch?

Lying is reflexive, and I sometimes engage in it without realizing.

I can't help but pocket loose coins and other trinkets I come across.

I crave power above all else, and will do anything to obtain more of it.

My pride will probably lead to my destruction.

I find civilian life difficult and struggle to say the right thing in social situations.

I too often hear veiled insults and threats in every word addressed to me, and I'm quick to anger.

It's not stealing if I need it more than someone else.

There's no room for caution in a life lived to the fullest.

I was once a terribly flawed person, like you. Let me tell you how you can save yourself.

I complain about everything.

I don't know when to quit. Especially when everyone else is telling me to.

Now that I've returned to the world, I enjoy its delights a little too much.

I can't resist swindling people who are more powerful than me.

I turn tail and run when things look bad.

I hide a truly scandalous secret that could ruin my family forever.

Don't expect me to save those who can't save themselves. It is nature's way that the strong thrive and the weak perish.

I become depressed and anxious if I'm away from the sea too long.

I can't leave a room without searching it for secret doors.

All I care about is acquiring new magic and arcane knowledge.

Boats make me seasick.

I've seen the evil of a type of place—like forests, cities, or graveyards—and resist going there.

In fact, the world does revolve around me.

I'm convinced something is after me, appearing in mirrors, dreams, and places where no one could.

The people who knew me when I was young know my shameful secret, so I can never go home again.

I have trouble keeping my true feelings hidden. My sharp tongue lands me in trouble.

I get frustrated to the point of distraction by shoddy craftsmanship.

I remember every insult I've received and nurse a silent resentment toward anyone who's ever wronged me.

Until my songs are sung in every tavern in this realm, I won't be satisfied.

I'm a skeptic and don't believe in the power of rituals, religion, superstition, or spirits.

I can't resist a pretty face.

I can't sleep except in total darkness.

Sleep is for the weak. We need to keep training more if we're going to be ready for the challenges ahead.

I failed, but I'm awesome. So when anyone else is successful, it must be because of nepotism, dishonesty, or dumb luck.

I don't take kindly to some of the actions and motivations of the people of this land, because these folks are different from me.

I struggle to trust the words of others.

I am inflexible in my thinking.

I am suspicious of strangers and expect the worst of them.

I made a terrible mistake in battle that cost many lives—and I would do anything to keep that mistake secret.

If anything goes wrong, it must be someone else's fault. Let me explain that in detail.

I hold grudges and have difficulty forgiving others.

I'm convinced of the significance of my destiny, and blind to my shortcomings and the risk of failure.

Few people know the real me.

If I'm outnumbered, I will run away from a fight.

I'd rather kill someone in their sleep than fight fair.

I know what's best. Trust me.

The tyrant who rules my land will stop at nothing to see me killed.

I break my vows and plans. Duty and honor mean nothing to me.

I'm convinced that no one could ever fool me the way I fool others.

If people find me unpleasant, that's their problem.

I have little respect for anyone who is not a proven warrior.

Despite my best efforts, I am unreliable to my friends.

I've done unspeakable evil and will do anything to prevent others from finding out.

I'd risk too much to uncover a lost bit of knowledge.

My intensity can drive others away.

Violence is my answer to almost any challenge.

I hate to admit it and will hate myself for it, but I'll run and preserve my own hide if the going gets tough.

I have trouble trusting in my allies.

I work hard, but I play harder.

People who can't take care of themselves get what they deserve.

I tend to assess my relationships in terms of profit and loss.

I have a reputation for defeating a great evil, but that's a lie and the wicked force knows.

The person who gains the most reward for the least effort wins.

I know my future is written and that anything I do will lead to a prophesied end.

An innocent person is in prison for a crime that I committed. I'm okay with that.

I am slow to trust members of other races, tribes, and societies.

Any defeat or failure on my part is because my opponent cheated.

You have to look out for yourself. No one else will.