Once a scrapyard bouncer in the Rustspine Wards, Iron Vexa earned her name not for her fists—but for the jagged steel mask she never removes. Rumor says it hides a burn, a vow, or worse—a goblin grin even she couldn’t bear to show the world anymore. Silent by choice and stoic by nature, she kept her head down and her guard up… until the war rolled in.
When her patch of alley was seized by a rival gang calling themselves the Ratspike Crew, Vexa stood her ground. Alone. Beaten to the brink and left for dead in the gutter, she would’ve bled out if not for the sound of rolling wheels and wicked laughter cutting through the night.
Lady Death Razor found her under a flickering streetlamp—half-dead, but fists still clenched. No questions. No pity. Just a sickle offered and one promise: “You ride with us, you never fall alone.”
Now, Iron Vexa leads the charge. Where the Gliders go, she’s the point of the spear—elbows first, silent fury trailing behind her like a cracked storm. She doesn’t talk. She doesn’t flinch. But when she rolls past, even Gobbletown’s worst hold their breath.
She still patrols Mercy Street. Not because she needs to—but because she remembers what happens when no one comes. Her armor is heavier. Her eyes, colder. But her wheels? Greased and ready.
No longer a loner, she’s the Gutter Gliders’ shield and stormbringer—an iron promise in motion.
Grab Iron Vexa for free and feel the weight of vengeance on wheels.
Perfect for skirmishes, urban brawls, or just staring down your DM across the table.
If you love her, please post your painted minitures, I'd love to see them. And feel free to check out the full Gutter Glider gang—each member louder, faster, and more unhinged than the last, they can be found in the 'Gangs of New Gobbletown' collection.
