Nash Crowder

Once a respected lawman in the Southern Tech Territories, Nash Crowder was left for dead after refusing to cover up a corporate massacre. Shot, burned, and betrayed, he was found barely breathing by nomads who dragged him to a fringe tech-forger known only as “Mother Circuit.” Piece by piece, she rebuilt him, not to make him whole, but to make him dangerous. Now, with steel coursing through his limbs and ghost-code whispering through his neural net, Nash walks the line between justice and vengeance. He hunts across the irradiated plains and cyber-sunken towns, chasing criminals, corrupt enforcers, and occasionally his own past. His cybernetic arm isn’t just a weapon, it’s a reminder. Every scar on his metal is etched with the names of the fallen he couldn’t save. And every bounty he claims funds a quiet war against the shadow syndicates that ruined his life. Appearance: Grizzled and imposing, Nash wears a wide-brimmed hat lined with micro-optics, a worn leather duster patched with smart-fiber mesh, and an ammo belt housing more than bullets, data spikes, plasma shells, and encrypted chips. His eyes glow faint amber from beneath a weathered brow, and his right arm is a marvel of frontier engineering: plated steel, exposed servo motors, and a rotating knuckle-mounted railgun. Personality: Stoic with a sharp edge of dry humor Loyal to a fault, if you earn it Haunted by past failures, but unwilling to quit Respects code over law: you break your word, you’re done Smokes old-world cigars, listens to analog country, and talks to his horse like it’s a person.