A DM Stash & Nerikson Collaboration
[Presupported in 32mm and 75mm scale]
[LYS Files Included]
Born and raised in the far outback along the New England Highway, Dalia’s life was one always on the move, driven on like cattle by the bush rangers that would hunt her and her clan. This was the norm for the life of the outback outlaws, raised in reverence of figures from the early days of Australian’s history, the real bushrangers: Ned Kelly, Frank Gardiner and Captain Thunderbolt, the trailblazers of yesteryear who instilled the Aussie spirit with rebellion and resilience. Outlaws that bowed to no men and lived their lives by their own tenets and creeds.
Living such a life was near impossible during the late 20th and early 21st centuries, outlaws were usually found within days, slapped in irons and thrown in gaol. After the data dropout and the dissolution of the Old Australian government, this old life became a reality again for many. Thus enters the Hood gang, Dalia’s father Pagan the ringleader, and her mother Mary-Ann a queen at his side. The gang’s beginnings came after the pair were chased out of Canberra for a mugging gone wrong, having unintentionally shot and killed a member of parliament after he refused to hand over his belongings at gunpoint. With a manhunt underway, they fled into the outback, but became local legends and heroes across the country, where the unpopular politician’s demise was quietly celebrated behind closed doors.
So despite the Federal Police’s best efforts, the two remained incognito, though made themselves known to fans and other outlaws who wished to join them. The gang quickly grew from just Dalia’s parents, to a small clan of fifty-odd outlaws, making their living on highway robberies and heists of small-town banks, now forced to use physical currency again after the Data Dropout. This was the life Dalia was born into. Sitting at camp playing with toys and wrestling with her brothers while her mum and dad plugged holes through bank teller’s skulls for fun, spending their ill-gotten gains on whatever cybernetics they could to make themselves even more ruthless and unstoppable, teetering the line between cyborg and full-blown chrome crazies. It was only a matter of time before the Bush Rangers finally caught up with them, turning both into .50 cal pin cushions on the banks of a creek in Tenterfield. Dalia was only sixteen then, and her eldest brother Clive did his best to take charge of the gang after, but was ill-liked by the old guard. No sooner did he declare himself the new leader of the gang did he wake in the middle of the night to a staccato of knives plunging into his chest. Dalia awoke to her brother’s bloody screams, and barely escaped with her own life, riding out in the night as her brother’s killers gave chase.
Destitute, alone and with nowhere to go, she fell into the same occupation as her parents, living alone in the outback and getting by on small jobs where she could. Always, she vowed revenge on her brother’s killers, and four years later she tracked them down to the Chrome Coast, slinging all manner of drugs into the glitter strip’s party hub. Now she’s planning her sweet revenge, taking the alias of Dolly after her favourite singer, she’s begun asking around about the remnants of her parent’s gang. Though they might not recognise her with the twenty pounds of chrome she’s had installed, she’s going to make sure each and every one of them knows who she is before she slices their throat.
