You were raised in one of the Ninth World’s many wastelands. Perhaps you hail from the barren, glassy stretch of the Jagged Wastes, or maybe your home is one of the many pocket badlands that dot ...
You can’t remember a time when you wanted for anything. You have always had money and have largely lived a life of comfort and plenty. You might be stingy with your wealth, hiding your abundance ...
You aren’t like anyone else, and that’s fine with you. People don’t seem to understand you—they even seem put off by you—but who cares? You understand the world better than they do becaus ...
