You used to be somebody, an outlaw with a record a mile long, accomplishments you could go on talking about for days...only now? Not so much. Your last job, however long ago it happened, put the hurt on you, bad. You suffered some debilitating injury you never really recovered from. Maybe your old gang dropped you after that. Maybe you rejected their offers of help. It’s up to you, but however that went down, you’re alone now. It’s entirely possible that you’re coping with this--for lack of a better word--through the heavy use and abuse of one or more substances that really shouldn’t be used so heavily or so often.

Big things are happening in this town, and people could use help from an experienced outlaw like you. The thing is, you might not be able to pull yourself out of the lonely hole you’ve dug for yourself in time.

Destiny: Find your feet again, or maybe go out in a blaze of glory. Either way, make all this have some kind of meaning.

Connections: Professional Outlaw - An old friend; Amateur Outlaw - Your attempt to help them on their disastrous first job left you wounded.

Skill: Toxic Filtration - You’ve been so hard on your body in the past few months/years/whatever you go with backstory-wise that your body has adapted to all sorts of things that are not good for it. It takes more alcohol to get you drunk, more medicine for you to feel any sort of relief...but it also makes you remarkably difficult to poison and it makes it easier for you to survive in inhospitable environments.