Degenerate

Family names are clannish and optional. They can resemble warbands or cults. Major clans include: The Polk Family, Haysteens, Blood Tribe, Skulltower Crew

Tatterdemalion armor, welded plates ripped from vehicles and tied together with chain, and trophies.

When Degenerates decorate, it's in leather and bone. When they build, it's in the hollowed out remains of ghost architecture.

Quite literally anything they can fit into their mouth and at least partially digest without dying. Their favorite is meat, typically raw or roasted.

Every raid is a carnival. Drums, horns, engines, and fire turn their assaults into nightmares of light and sound. Degenerates revel in warpaint, gasoline rituals, and scream-choirs that echo through ruined streets. Their motto is “If it breaks, it belongs to us.”

Newborns are held over roaring engines or near open flames while the band screams their name into existence. If the child does not wail, they are said to be cursed — and sometimes abandoned.

Adolescents are hurled into the “Crash Rite”: driving a salvaged vehicle at reckless speed into enemy territory, or surviving a bare-fisted brawl against older warriors. Death is common; survival means immediate status.

The dead are fuel. Corpses are strapped to engines, hung on poles as banners, or burned in gasoline pyres to light the night sky. Their bones may be forged into armor or jewelry, worn proudly by survivors. Cannibalism, ritual or otherwise, is always on the table.

Weakness is despised. Displays of mercy are ridiculed and often punished. Cooperation with outsiders (especially corporations or Houses) is viewed as cowardice — though raiding or ambushing them is celebrated.

Silence is weakness. Stillness is death. To be quiet, to retreat, or to seek peace is the ultimate shame. Degenerates despise secrecy — everything must be loud, violent, and undeniable.

Where Ixionens favor neon contrast and scar-pride, Degenerates lean into grotesquerie. Burn scars, tusks, and grafted armor plates are aesthetic as much as functional. Many deliberately mar themselves, inserting hooks, rivets, or shards of metal into flesh to display resilience. They embrace mutation as evolution, and moral degeneracy is celebrated.

Gender roles collapse entirely; dominance is the only currency. Whoever asserts the loudest, bleeds the most, or kills the hardest is respected, regardless of gender or identity.

Flirtation is indistinguishable from intimidation. Brawls, thefts, or reckless acts of sabotage are common methods of courtship. Partnerships are forged in violence and often broken in it.

Families are unstable and temporary. What persists are warbands: shifting groups bound by fear, loyalty, or charisma of a leader. Within a band, intimacy can exist, but betrayal and abandonment are always looming.

Flowers For Ixion

Various family clans and warlord groups.