The name resonates with a cold, spectral energy that chills opponents before the first throw. Those who hear it spoken feel the weight of the Deadlands pressing down, as if the desert itself is watching, judging, remembering every soul that dared to compete.

A ghost bound to the frontier's edge, hunting not for revenge but for redemption through competition. The Meridian claims victory not through brute force but through the patient, relentless pursuit of those who underestimate the ones who've already died once.