adistic, cruel, and unstable: three words that describe Tejed pretty dang well. She's a bit of a complex person at the best of times. While she comes off as brash and uncaring to pretty much everyone, she also displays warmth and love to the few individuals she calls friends. She's scared most of the time, angry some of the time, happy less than that, and a confusing mixture of every emotion pretty much all the time. Suffering from clear signs of PTSD, depression, and psychosis, she personally describes her life as a "miserable affair" and is unsure how she's even still around.

Tejed is human even though she doesn't appear to be. She's a dreg, one of the most visible victims of the war and most maligned simply due to their varied, and inhuman, appearances. Resorting to underhanded attacks, the skeshix regularly kidnap, mutate horrifically, and then throw back any humans they find who leave the safety of human controlled space. An assault on morale. On top of that, Tejed has also contracted phobium sickness, which results in the black tears streaking down her face. Similar to radiation sickness, its a non-contagious and recent disease with unknown causes, (though many speculate it holds ties with the skeshix), that assaults the afflicted with a plethora of symptoms including but not limited to: abdominal pain, vomiting blood, thunderclap headaches, tremors, nausea, internal bleeding, and look honestly the list just keeps on going.

Indeed, her life is truly a miserable affair at the best of times.

All that said, she somehow manages to keep her humour intact. She still knows how to laugh, how to smile and how to feel happiness. It gets a little buried sometimes under her snappy, mean demeanour, but it's still there, somewhere, and Tejed is always apologetic after her mental instabilities cause harm to someone she loves.

Currently she's employed as a Sunbelt Trucker: a dangerous profession she's more than happy to handle seeing as helping others, and humanity on a whole, is her biggest drive. She helps ferry goods across the vast desert expanse the cleaves the world of Horizon in two, a literal sea of unending sand known as the Sunbelt. The chance to bring hope to the disparate outcroppings of human civilzation seperated by harsh desert brings happiness to her sullen heart, and gives her purpose. Her pride and joy is her truck: paid for by her own sweat and blood, its sixteen wheels of home under the guise of reinforced steel and screaming skulls painted all over. Dubbed "The Devastator" she treats it with respect and love.