If I were DM, congrats! You're hidden backstory is that you were one of the most depraved rodeo clowns to ever have existed. You were patient zero of a necromantic crotch-rot epidemic plaguing your birth-nation to this very day. You traded your memories for the cure. No one recognizes you because you're not wearing your signature make-up and are wearing more than just chaps and a crazed grin.
5 Coppers worth of work
Just posted this to the subreddit so I figured here too for posterity:
>Be me
>Be CN catfolk bard.
>Be stuck in a nation that isn't too kind to beastfolk.
>Passing through village with Adventurer's guild.
>Go to adventurer's guild for work.
>Only job they have for me is 'rat extermination'.
>Job offers 5 copper. Not per rat. Just 5 flat.
>"Job with a free lunch!" says guild clerk with a sneer.
>WellFuckYouToo.jpg
>"Fine I'll take it."
>Get to home with rats.
>Old lady lives there.
>She's nice but poor.
>Apparently she's a hoarder because a cursory look inside shows over 200 goddamn rats!
>WTF! 5 Coppers for this?!
>Fine.
>Use Minor Illusion to throw my voice into the cellar to mimic a lion's roar.
>Roll 19 Performance, not bad!
>RAT TSUNAMI FLOODS OUT OF OLD LADY'S HOUSE INTO THE STREET!
>Not a single rat left in the home.
>Lady looks nonplussed but is grateful the rats are gone. Signs my completion document to get paid.
>Strut to the guild for my 5 coppers feeling like the most dashing motherfucker around while the entire rest of the village now has a rat problem.
>Buy cheap wine with the easiest 5 coppers ever earned.