You were born in a world Solace wanted access to. They needed a local guide — someone who could read the land, the people, the spirits, the seasons no Core surveyor could parse. They offered things your home couldn't refuse: medicine, leverage, weapons, the freedom of one of your siblings. Now you wear their uniform and walk Paths your ancestors warned about. You miss your home with an ache that doesn't fit on any intake form. Your colleagues are kind, mostly, and have no idea what they look like to you.
▌ Tier modifier
+1 Body, −1 Mind. You learned to read terrain, weather, and danger before you learned to read words. Bureaucratic literacy is still uncomfortable.
▌ Perk · Local Knowledge
You possess a working understanding of Frontier life that Core-born surveyors lack. In any world the GM judges to share key features with your home — terrain, climate, social structures, supernatural elements — you treat your Effective Tier as +1 in Body or Spirit, your choice. This applies to one pool at a time per scene.