Flaws

Flaws
I never give away anything for free and always expect something in return.
I can’t keep a secret to save my life, or anyone else’s.
I follow orders, even if I think they’re wrong.
I am convinced that I am far more important than anyone else is willing to acknowledge.
I see morality entirely in black and white.
I made a terrible mistake in battle that cost many lives—and I would do anything to keep that mistake secret.
If people find me unpleasant, that’s their problem.
I’m always in debt. I spend my ill-gotten gains on decadent luxuries faster than I bring them in.
My best days are behind me. Ahead lies only toil, pain, and death.
I’m a skeptic and don’t believe in the power of rituals, religion, superstition, or spirits.
Secretly, I believe that things would be better if I were a tyrant lording over the land.
I have little respect for anyone who isn’t wealthy.
I secretly believe the God-Pharaoh’s return will not bring blessing to this world.
I was traumatized by witnessing a crime as a child.
I’m fixated on following official protocols.
Violence is my answer to almost any challenge.
A vizier of another god seeks my death in retribution for a past insult.
I find that most people are trustworthy. Hey, where’s my belt pouch?
I’m trying to atone for the life of crime I led before I joined the Selesnya, but I find it hard to give up my bad habits.
My hatred of my enemies is blinding and unreasoning.
I find civilian life difficult and struggle to say the right thing in social situations.
I’ll brave any risk if the monetary reward is great enough.
I tend to ignore sleep for days when I’m conducting research, often at the expense of my own health and safety.
You don’t know what I’m going through. You never can.
I complain about everything.
I’m forgetful. Sometimes I can’t remember even the simplest things.
I’m incapable of admitting a flaw in my logic.
Animals are uneasy around you.
I can’t afford to trust anyone. Not. Anyone.
I’m slow to trust members of other guilds.
I’d risk too much to uncover a lost bit of knowledge.
I have only one vice, but it controls my life.
The monstrous enemy we faced in battle still leaves me quivering with fear.
I can’t resist a pretty face.
I like keeping secrets and won’t share them with anyone.
I’m so convinced of my superiority over soft, civilized people that I’ll take great risks to prove it.
Flaw? What flaw? I am flawless. Utter perfection!
I have lived a hard life and find it difficult to empathize with others.
I would let my friends die rather than reveal my true identity.
I let my need to win arguments overshadow friendships and harmony.
I’m not actually all that angry.
I secretly question whether the gods care at all about us or what we do.
I am exceptionally credulous and believe any story or legend immediately.
I have a lasting grudge against one of my crop-mates, and each of us wants to see the other fail.
When you’re stressed, the mark hisses audibly.
I pretend not to understand the local language in order to avoid interactions I would rather not have.
I am easily distracted by the promise of information.
I put too much trust in the people who give me orders.
I overlook obvious solutions in favor of complicated ones.
I’m quick to assume that someone is trying to cheat me.
An innocent person is in prison for a crime that I committed. I’m okay with that.
I’m a kleptomaniac who covets shiny, sparkling treasure.
I’m judgmental of those who are not skilled with tools of some kind.
I know what’s best. Trust me.
I’m more interested in taking notes on monstrous anatomy than in fighting monsters.
The people who knew me when I was young know my shameful secret, so I can never go home again.
I have little respect for anyone who is not a proven warrior.
I will never fully trust anyone other than myself.
I’ll take any risk to earn recognition for my scientific brilliance.
I’m as stubborn as a batterboar.
I was once a terribly flawed person, like you. Let me tell you how you can save yourself.
Unlocking an ancient mystery is worth the price of a civilization.
Nothing gets between me and danger except my fellow adventurers. So I’ll be sure to put them there.
I have a weakness for the exotic beauty of the people of these lands.
I’ll do anything to win fame and renown.
I have trouble keeping my true feelings hidden. My sharp tongue lands me in trouble.
I’m easily distracted by an attractive person, which could be the death of me in the trials.
I’m never satisfied with what I have—I always want more.
I trust the chain of command more than anything—more even than my closest friends.
I must be the captain of any group I join.
I go a bit mad when I see blood.
I have a secret fear of some common wild animal - and in my work, I see them everywhere.
You can loan me a little, right? I’ve got a sure thing. I’ll double your money, guaranteed.
HrrrGGGAAAARRuuuh! [My anger in battle led to the death of a loved one.]
I am suspicious of strangers and expect the worst of them.
No one must ever learn that I once stole money from guild coffers.
Nothing is ever simple, and if it seems simple, I’ll find a way to make it complicated.
I once satirized a noble who still wants my head. It was a mistake that I will likely repeat.
I act bravely when I’m in a group, but I’m a coward when I’m alone.
I’d rather kill someone in their sleep than fight fair.
I think far ahead, a detachedness often mistaken for daydreaming.
Three magic beans for just one cow? What a deal!
I have a particular vice that puts all my secrets at risk if I’m not careful.
I am inclined to tell long-winded stories at inopportune times.
I get frustrated to the point of distraction by shoddy craftsmanship.
The tyrant who rules my land will stop at nothing to see me killed.
I’ll take any opportunity to steal from wealthier people, even for worthless trinkets.
Training for a lifetime to die in the end seems like a big waste of energy.
Why spend gold here when you can buy the same thing for copper in the next town?
Gold seems like a lot of money to me, and I’ll do just about anything for more of it.
I talk to myself, and I don’t make friends easily.
I have a ‘tell’ that reveals when I’m lying.
I resent the rich and powerful.
In fact, the world does revolve around me.
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.
If there’s a plan, I’ll forget it. If I don’t forget it, I’ll ignore it.
I put too much trust in those who wield power within my temple’s hierarchy.
I harbor dark, bloodthirsty thoughts that my isolation and meditation failed to quell.
I know my future is written and that anything I do will lead to a prophesied end.
I’ve picked up some unpleasant habits living among goblins, lizardfolk, or orcs.
I’ve been known to turn a blind eye to injustice, with the help of a modest bribe.
I am terrified of what lies beyond the Gate to the Afterlife.
I’ve seen the evil of a type of place—like forests, cities, or graveyards—and resist going there.
I’m convinced of the significance of my destiny, and blind to my shortcomings and the risk of failure.
Fear is a powerful motivator. I will do whatever it takes to prevent those who know what I am from seeing me fail, and from those I care about from knowing what I am.
Until my songs are sung in every tavern in this realm, I won’t be satisfied.
I can’t help but pocket loose coins and other trinkets I come across.
I consider the adherents of other gods to be deluded innocents at best, or ignorant fools at worst.
I’ve never lied once in my life. What? No, I’m not crossing my fingers!
I wish I had joined the Boros, but I fear they’d never accept me.
I don’t know when to quit. Especially when everyone else is telling me to.
I sometimes stay up all night listening to the ghosts of my fallen enemies.
I speak without really thinking through my words, invariably insulting others.
There’s right and there’s wrong, and there’s no gray area in between.
I can’t focus on my mission. I just want to carouse and sing and play!
I secretly wish I had not been chosen as a vizier, so I could participate in the trials as an initiate.
Now that I’ve returned to the world, I enjoy its delights a little too much.
I hide a truly scandalous secret that could ruin my family forever.
I’d rather eat my armor than admit when I’m wrong.
I have a secret, illegal vice.
I don’t bother to couch my opinions in flattering words.
I can’t leave a room without searching it for secret doors.
I’m a great gambler. I’m just bad at math and logic.
When given the choice of going left or right, I always go left.
I am slow to trust members of other races, tribes, and societies.
I become irrational when innocent people are hurt.
I have no time for friends or family. I spend every waking moment thinking about and preparing for my next expedition.
You. Fetch my cloak. And maybe rub my feet for a while.
I am so obsessed with sketching my ideas for elaborate inventions that I sometimes forget little thing like eating and sleeping.
I really wanted to be a vizier, and I’m angry at the god who didn’t choose me.
I’m convinced that no one could ever fool me the way I fool others.
I have a tendency to take shortcuts in my research and any other tasks I have to complete.
My secret could get me expelled from my house.
If I’m outnumbered, I will run away from a fight.
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 think I’ve figured out that this world is not what it seems. Something dark is going on here.
I can hear the voices of everyone I’ve killed. I see their faces. I can’t be free of these ghosts.
I’m horribly jealous of anyone who can outshine my handiwork. Everywhere I go, I’m surrounded by rivals.
I’m a sucker for a pretty face.
I grow combative and unpredictable when I drink.
I’m working for a hidden faction in my house that gives me secret assignments.
I’m convinced that everyone I know is plotting against me.
I assume that people mean well until they prove otherwise.
I am obsessed with catching an elusive aquatic beast, often to the detriment of other pursuits.
Once I pick a goal, I become obsessed with it to the detriment of everything else in my life.
I too often hear veiled insults and threats in every word addressed to me, and I’m quick to anger.
There’s no room for caution in a life lived to the fullest.
Death comes for us all, so you can’t expect me to take care of someone who can’t fight it off.
Being a spy in wartime is painful. I’ve seen so much suffering, I think I’m losing my mind.
Yeah, that’s my name. Yeah, I’m a Grinner spy. Who cares about staying undercover?
If you question my courage, I will never back down.
I easily lose track of time. My poor sense of time means I’m always late.
I’ll do anything to get my hands on something rare or priceless.
I am judgmental, especially of those I deem homebodies or otherwise lazy.
When I’m not exploring dungeons or ruins. I get jittery and impatient.
Your looks change slightly whenever you use the mark.
I hold a scandalous secret that could ruin my family forever—but could also earn me the favor of the Ghost Council.
I struggle to trust the words of others.
Despite my best efforts, I am unreliable to my friends.
I am in love with an initiate, and I want to shield this person from death in the trials.
I have an insatiable desire for carnal pleasures.
I get bored easily, and if nothing is happening I’ll make something happen.
I don’t know when to throw something away. You never know when it might be useful again.
I’m convinced something is after me, appearing in mirrors, dreams, and places where no one could.
I have a reputation for defeating a great evil, but that’s a lie and the wicked force knows.
I can’t sleep except in total darkness.
I’ve done unspeakable evil and will do anything to prevent others from finding out.
I couldn’t hide my emotions and opinions even if I wanted to.
I ignore those who do not support my plans, for my calling is higher than all others.
Any defeat or failure on my part is because my opponent cheated.
I have no sense of humor. Laughing is uncomfortable and embarrassing.
I’m exceptionally cautious, planning laboriously and devising countless contingencies.
My piety sometimes leads me to blindly trust those that profess faith in my god.
I become depressed and anxious if I’m away from the sea too long.
I see everything in clear-cut black and white.
I enjoy comfort and quiet, and prefer to avoid extra effort.
I’m not at all sure I’ll be able to grant a glorified death to any of my crop-mates.
I have a fierce temper that doesn’t reflect the inner calm I seek.
Once someone questions my courage, I never back down no matter how dangerous the situation.
I tend to assess my relationships in terms of profit and loss.
I’m terrified of getting into a fight where my side is outnumbered.
I have trouble trusting anyone but myself.
I allow nothing to stand in the way of my crusade to eradicate evil from the multiverse.
I work hard, but I play harder.
I wear a tribal mask and never take it off.
I am too enamored of ale, wine, and other intoxicants.
I secretly believe that everyone is beneath me.
I am callous about death. It comes to us all eventually.
I hold grudges and have difficulty forgiving others.
I feel a need for revenge against those who enjoy the privilege of living above ground.
I’m especially superstitious and live life seeking to avoid bad luck, wicked spirits, or the Mists.
I am too quick to judge others.
I do everything big! Subtlety? I don’t know the meaning of subtlety! Oh, that’s a problem?
I indulge in a habit that threatens my reputation or my health.
I have a weakness for the vices of the city, especially hard drink.
I assume that anyone outside the Golgari looks down on me.
My loyalties are… fluid.
If anything goes wrong, it must be someone else’s fault. Let me explain that in detail.
My family is prominent in another guild. I enjoy my wild life, but I don’t want to embarrass them.
The person who gains the most reward for the least effort wins.
I remember every insult I’ve received and nurse a silent resentment toward anyone who’s ever wronged me.
I think the whole multiverse is out to get me.
I’m always operating under a tight timeline, and I’m obsessed with keeping everything on schedule.
Our superiors might not like what you’re doing. I’m going to have to put that in my report.
I’m convinced that I’m better and stronger than members of other guilds, isolated as they are from the realities of life and death.
I have a rather embarrassing mutation that I do everything I can to keep hidden.
I have lingering pain from old injuries.
I believe that I’m intellectually superior to people from other cultures and have much to teach them.
Flaw? I have no flaws. I’m perfect.
I need to find the best in everyone and everything, even when that means denying obvious malice.
I’m easily manipulated by people I find attractive.
I’m always changing my mind—well, almost always.
It’s not stealing if I need it more than someone else.
I can’t resist swindling people who are more powerful than me.
I am dogmatic in my thoughts and philosophy.
You have horrific nightmares after you use your mark.
A scandal prevents me from ever going home again. That kind of trouble seems to follow me around.
Your mark whispers to you. Its meaning can be unclear.
I will sacrifice innocent lives for the greater good.
By my words and actions, I often bring shame to my family.
I sometimes take things that don’t belong to me, especially if they are very well made.
You have to look out for yourself. No one else will.
Few people know the real me.
People who can’t take care of themselves get what they deserve.
I save my sympathy for my friends, and I have no friends.
If there’s a plan, I’ll probably forget it. If I don’t forget it, I’ll probably ignore it.
I’m pretty sure I’ve done something horrible that I can’t remember because of the guild’s mind magic.
When I’m angry, I lash out in violence.
Though I act charming, I feel nothing for others and don’t know what friendship is.
I’m convinced that everyone else in the conclave has a deeper connection to the Worldsoul than I do.
Most people scream and run when they see a demon. I stop and take notes on its anatomy.
I like secrets so much that I’m reluctant to share details of a plan even with those who need to know.
When faced with a choice between money and my friends, I usually choose the money.
I turn tail and run when things look bad.
My religious beliefs aren’t widespread in my house.
I am secretly (or not so secretly) convinced of the superiority of my own culture over that of this foreign land.
I’m supremely confident in my ability to adapt to any situation and handle any danger.
I seem like a harsh judge to others, but I judge myself most harshly of all.
I obey the law, even if the law causes misery.
I failed, but I’m awesome. So when anyone else is successful, it must be because of nepotism, dishonesty, or dumb luck.
I would kill to acquire a noble title.
My house and bloodline make me the best!
I’m unable to distinguish between the letter and the spirit of the law.
I never make eye contact or hold it unflinchingly.
There’s no such thing as too much pleasure.
Oh, yeah, that spell? Named after my parent’s best friend. Let me tell you about them.
I’m convinced there’s not a soul in Ravnica, except maybe the great Niv-Mizzet, who can match my boundless intellect.
Though I am an excellent crafter, my work tends to look as though it belongs on a ship.
I offer forgiveness too readily.
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 a weakness for the new intoxicants and other pleasures of this land.
I am inflexible in my thinking.
I’m incapable of deception.
Lying is reflexive, and I sometimes engage in it without realizing.
I believe doom follows me and that anyone who gets close to me will face a tragic end.
The skin around the mark is burned, scaly, or withered.
I’ll say anything to avoid having to do extra work.
My intensity can drive others away.
Sleep is for the weak. We need to keep training more if we’re going to be ready for the challenges ahead.
Boats make me seasick.
I must have the best of everything. Like, right now.
I’m too greedy for my own good. I can’t resist taking a risk if there’s money involved.
Every social situation I’m in seems to lead to my asking rude personal questions.
I overexert myself, sometimes needing to recuperate for a day or more.
Your mark is a source of constant physical pain.
I have trouble trusting in my allies.
You have a mood swing any time you use your mark.
My comrades are brave, but I must defeat this threat alone to prove my worth.
I’m obsessed with conspiracy theories and worried about secret societies and hidden demons.
I’m just a little fascinated by the ways of the Gruul.
When I see something valuable, I can’t think about anything but how to steal it.
I ignore anyone who doesn’t compete and anyone who loses to me.
I drink to dull the pain in the back of my head.
My pride will probably lead to my destruction.
Once I start drinking, it’s hard for me to stop.
I’ll do absolutely anything to win.
You think we’re in trouble now? Let me tell you how bad things are likely to get!
I judge others harshly, and myself even more severely.
You haven’t heard of me? I’m sure that’s because of your ignorance and low breeding.
I know the ends always justify the means and am quick to make sacrifices to attain my goals.
I throw caution to the wind.
I have many vices and tend to indulge them.
I believe everyone has a price and am cynical toward those who present themselves as virtuous.
I can’t help but pocket any trinket or coin I come across, no matter how worthless.
^flaws