Trace

Social Connections

Cyanide - employer and leader of the fighting ring. he respects them quite a bit
Reed - fellow top fighter, also disgraced from the Terminator League. they're good friends and have a playful rivalry

Culture - Hi-techs

Hi-techs are people hailing from the local dystopian cyberpunk cities, steeped in vanity and unapologetic self-serving immoral bullshit. They are eugenicists that encourage destructive cyber bodymodding and desperately cling to the idea that they are the last bastion of "proper" civilization left over from the apocalypse (and are better than everyone else because of it). Despite their uppity attitude, the hi-tech cities rely heavily on the remainder of humanity in the wastelands to support their lifestyles, and frankly nobody likes them much because of it.

Hi-techs are identifiable by their uniquely sleek, lifelike cybernetics and tendency to look just left of human - their high-level technology allows for many "invisible" modifications that appear biologically legitimate. They are usually stuffed to the brim with mods that serve no purpose outside of vanity - though sometimes not by choice, as modding your children to look the way you want is commonplace. Even then, nearly all of them are brilliantly attractive underneath their mods, even if their personalities are not.

World Context

The world ended around 300 years ago, give or take, depending on where you'd like to calculate the end of the end to be. Civilization slowly crumbled under a brutal barrage of seemingly every possible apocalypse (natural disasters, polluted resources, world war,) over the course of fifty-some-odd years and now it's a lawless wasteland like the good ole days. No human culture is truly back on its feet, but the wasteland is coming back to life: nature is rebounding en force and many established settlements and factions are doing well for themselves. Plenty of people still roam as survivor crews living off the land, but overall, the memory of the apocalypse itself has passed and a new norm has settled in.

This isn't to say everything is perfect - remnants of war efforts and catastrophic pollution have still left their calling cards, among other things. Rogue robots wander and kill at their leisure and the sky is blanketed in thick, permanent cloud cover. Assholes run rampant in the form of bandits, militia, and dystopian cityfolk continuing the old ways - it's still called "the wasteland" for a reason. But the world and humanity are healing, slowly but surely.

The primary narrative of Ash & Dust happens out in the wasteland with a misfit band of "scrappers:" folks that scavenge technological scrap and will hunt robots, drones, and even cyborgs to break them down for parts. They're not self-sustaining and trade their catches with local settlements on the regular. Like any rogueish wasteland bands, they value their freedom and members often come and go as they please while finding their calling.

Stats
> 6ft

Miscellany
> WIP trivia <3

Abilities (?)
> none of note yet

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Primary Notes
> gentle freckles on his cheeks
> right side of his haircut is shaved (since i have a chronic case of facing left-itis dfgfdg)
> horns intentionally look like laurels
> extendo-arms are more tube/tentacle-like than his primary two

Other Stuff
> intimidating stature and fairly buff. but, like, pretty about it

Aloof and secure in knowing he's special, but while he's a good performer he's pretty sensible and down-to-earth normally