Dust Revenant
The Long Ride·Competition group Ironbrand Riders·
All-In · only the number moves
Andrew Jauregui
MA2
Season Arc · The Long Ride
2
#14Now
#1Best
#1Started
38Weeks
All-In league: Dust Revenant stays with its holder — only its number moves with each week's standings.
Character Sheet
AI-written · FATE styleHigh ConceptDust Revenant of the Ironbrand
TroubleNo Footprints, No Forgiveness
Eyes Like Dying Embers
Lariat of Thorn and Shadow
Your Weakness Is My Brand
Legends say the first Dust Revenant emerged after a rider vanished during a dust storm so thick it blotted out the sun for three days. His horse returned alone, saddle scarred with symbols no one could read. That night, a figure appeared at the edge of camp, coated in fine ash, eyes glowing like embers beneath a weathered hat. Since then, every rider who disappears under a burning sky is said to feed its form.
The Dust Revenant leaves no footprints, yet its passage is marked by swirling eddies that coil like barbed wire in the air. Its touch drains warmth, and its breath sounds like distant hoofbeats on dry earth. When it moves, the dust clings and obeys, forming shifting brands in the air that vanish like smoke. It carries a lariat made of braided thorn and shadow, unbreakable and always seeking.
Stands at the edge of every rider’s breaking point, a silent judge of who is truly unbroken. It does not speak, but when it raises its hand, the wind stills and even the herd knows to halt.
Season Story
narrated by FlippyDue to absence from Week 1 (Dawn Ride), tag number moved from 1 to 1. (Week 1 of 8)
adjusts headset Welcome back to The Culling, where rankings matter and absence means forfeit—I'm contractually required to add. Let's check the survival board... shuffles papers ...oh, this one didn't end well for complacency.
From the scorched edge of obscurity, Tag #1 stirs—Dust Revenant, born not of flesh, but of forgotten names and unclaimed bags. Legends say it formed when a league regular vanished after three rounds of brutal wind, their PDGA number left dangling, unattended. The storm took their body; the standings took their soul.
Now it haunts the rack—a spectral claim on mediocrity. No footprints, just faint scuff marks near the snack table. It doesn’t throw discs. It collects them. Whispers say it feeds on missed putts and unearned mulligans. That lariat? Braided from expired membership cards and broken promises.
It doesn’t care about your rating. It cares about yours.
Back to you in the booth… if you dare.
adjusts headset Welcome back to The Culling. Let's check the survival board… shuffles papers …oh, this one didn’t end well for complacency.
Tag #1 stirs—Dust Revenant, born of vanished riders and scorched earth. It’s haunted the rack for seasons, feeding on forgotten names and unclaimed bags. But tonight? Tonight, it chooses.
Andrew Jauregui reaches for a spare tag—fingers brush cold metal—and the dust in the air coils like barbed wire. No footprints follow him out. Just a faint echo of hoofbeats on dry earth.
Back to you in the booth… if you dare.
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