ROUGHNECK
Someone has to do the manual labor on the Frontier, and that someone is you. Life has dealt you some harsh blows but you’ve always struck back. You’ve been in countless barroom brawls, you swear a lot, and belch at the dinner table. In short, people find you uncouth. You really don’t care—you’ve grown past the need for niceties. No one works harder than you. You are up before first dawn and finish your workday long after second twilight. You are the cog that keeps the Frontier chugging. Your hands are calloused and your face is dirty, and the only thing harder than the work you do is the way you party.
You are a compulsive thrill-seeker. If there is a risk to take, you’ll step up and try it.
You once sacrificed your family for the job. Now you won’t let your friends down—ever.
Downtime matters. If you can grab a can of Aspen beer (or even Souta Dry, though only if you’re desperate) and some time alone, you’re happy.
Tattoos
Scar
Broken nose
Mirthless eyes
Smirking face
Loud laugh
Bruised and calloused hands
Eyes hidden behind safety goggles
Filthy boots that clomp loudly when you walk
Wild hair
Tool belt
Photo of partner
Crucifix or other religious symbol
Cutting torch or Watsumi DV-303 bolt gun
D6 doses Hydr8tion or maintenance jack
Stash of hard liquor or IRC MK.50 Compression Suit
Hi-beam flashlight or Seegson C-Series magnetic tape recorder
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