Description
You are a Crashlander, beholden only to the Manifest and the Mountain. You live on the peaks of mountains, in the tunnels of train stations, inside long-dead volcanoes. Your people survive by raiding battle trains for passengers and cargo (their “manifest”). Your tribe worships THE STORM before the blue light of dying hydrocores salvaged from crippled locomotives. You carry the wreckage of trains to the mountain peaks, where you ask THE STORM to give your makeshift aeroplanes flight. And for a time, you ride the lightning. The sight of you is a terror to passengers.
Man Made Manifest
You know every battle train’s primary weakness; you gain advantage when exploiting it. You start with Heavy Armor (or lower) forged from the skin of a locomotive. You’re as tough and relentless as you are crazy; once per day, you may enter a berserker rage. You have disadvantage on Smart.