The Traveler (Patreon)

The plane was broken. No exact timeframe was given.

The Traveler was from a place that in centuries past had been autonomous. Once a republic, now a state of plains, dust and cattle. Of oil wells and a sticky heat. He was born to it, adapted as best as he could to foreign lands. But one could always tell he was not of... but other. 

He wore his markings on the outside in a time when so much truth was hidden. He was not a man who would stand by you willingly, but if the end of all things was today, he would fight for you.

A contraction. A contradiction. So proud, yet eternally wounded. He longed to return home. But the plane was broken. And no exact timeframe was given.