Description
You’re an outlaw, circus performer, or cattle rancher from the middle country. Raised on sawdust and irradiated milk, you were born with a nipple of death in your teeth, your parents growing poorer as the PRISM Company grew richer. But the Red Tar is just salt on your shoulders. They said the youth of the middle country are reckless, and maybe they’re right—you’ve got nothing to lose, and nothing to gain. You burnt down your childhood home before the PRISM Company could repossess it. Now you ride for glory or death.
A Dark Horse
You have advantage on Deft. You start with a trusty steed that nobody else can ride. You can communicate with it telepathically over long distances, and it’s always in the right place at the right time. It has 1d6 HP and uses your stats to act.