Salem is a bastard. Both literally and figuratively. Born out of wedlock to an unknown father, he gets to carry no family name, just the place he was born. And even that town is long gone, swept up and buried under the sand. In a world filled almost exclusively with harsh badlands, bandits, and God knows what else lurking behind the dunes and rocky outcroppings, he made his living doing whatever he could. Engineer, mercenary for hire, scrapper, whatever paid the coin. His short stature of a little over 4 feet made him a bit difficult to be taken seriously, but that only made him work harder and become more jaded.

Salem, unfortunately, is not good with the little money he does make. It all goes to his drinking, smoking, and God knows what else. He is cocky, confident, and assertive. So, if you see the fox kick open the door and his eyes are on you with a coy grin... watch out. Especially if you have a bounty on your head.

Art done by the wonderful  EarnestErnest

Salem is mine.