You are in exile.
You must flee east into the endless desert while under pursuit from the gun slinging Wardens from the capitol. You will need to resupply at the aptly named border town of Glass. Food is hard to come by in the desert, and water even harder. You slap your now empty water skins, you will need more than these if you want to travel longer than a week. The sparsely grassed plains stretch westerly behind you the only features of which are sparse woody trees and the waving grass.
Glass is a brown smudge on the sandy dirt, nestled on the edge of the endless desert. It is the last shred of civilisation you will ever see before your flight into the mutant infested desert.
You check your packs meagre contents: a single strip of jerky, a poorly made obsidian knife and ten roughly hewn gold pieces--given to you by your lover in your fateful last meeting.
You doubt any Wardens in Glass would recognise you, you have changed a lot over the past two weeks, yet it would be foolish to discount the growing fear you are being followed.
Your occupation was (keep it lower to middle class):
Your major hobby was:
Your gender is:
Your name is:
Before you fled the capital you managed to steal:
a) Your father’s prized six-shooter (high quality revolver with six spare bullets)
b) An ancient map of the western side of the desert (reveals part of the desert)
c) A purse of gold (eight gold)
(pick one)[