You have chosen the path of the righteous man by helping the weak and opposing evil at all cost. You believe in what’s right and your moral compass is strong. Helping those in need is your prime directive and nothing will stop you.

You’re sick and tired of this place. Whatever you want, you take by whatever means possible. There is no room for error and kindness is the ultimate weakness. The only way to live and die is by the sword.

When the goods stopped rolling through, it was up to people like you to make this world a better place to live in. Buynig local is now the only way for exchange and your services are highly sought out, beware you are now valuable.

You are now the one they turn to in their darkest hour. Healers in this dying world is a thing of magic to those who need it. To summon good health is now the work of a shaman, it is up to you who lives or dies…which path will you choose?

You’ve been forced to become self suffecient because at the end of the day, who can you really trust anymore? Putting distance between everything is how you’ll live your live until they take your rifle from your cold dead fingers.

Have gun will travel and it’s going to cost ya. Loot runs, passenger missions, hostages to the highest bidder, it doesn’t matter. If the client can pay, you and your services might be the only thing that keeps this world turning. How you live is up to you, but one thing is for sure – you’re getting paid.

The only way you’re going to survive this shithole without starving is to grow food yourself. You just want to be left alone on your own piece of land and live a simple life. When you’ve got more than you can chew, there are always traders around to unload the surplus. Trading with survivors is usually not worth the risk.

Everything is up for grabs, literally. There is no such thing as stealing, only taking what you need to survive. Not a lot of hand-outs out there, if it’s not nailed down it’s yours. If it is nailed down – you’ve got a hammer with ya.

You’re a little bit of everything, nothing tells you who to be, what to do, how to act, or where to go. Free from all traditional labels, you’re just trying to make your way the best way you seem fit. Jack of all trades, master or none.

Moving from place to place is how you keep them guessing. Never building roots is your own personal foundation and if the bandits can’t find ya, well they sure as shit can’t rob ya. Not the most trustworthy of kin, you’re the type of traveller that puts yourself first.