The People of Algoria
The current inhabitants of Algoria are the descendants of the crew of The Explorer, the ship that crashed on the desert world. When the rescue mission finally came, many of these miners dreaded returning to their boring utopia. As a result, many insisted on staying. They identified as Algorian and took up a nomadic lifestyle, running from the storm. The people that stayed on the hellscape of Algoria weren't the best bunch of beans. Most had a shady past and generally violent tendencies. When you put a bunch of clannish criminals with anger issues in a place with no restrictions or rules and give them each a semi-automatic firearm things don't turn that well.
Major language groups and dialects
Algorian speak a dialect of the Quantanian language. Some of the deamon worshippers near the Storm speak Abyssal, the language of deamons.
Shared customary codes and values
Most Algorian dislike organized society, they prefer to live in small clans ruled by the law of the jungle. Even within a tribe, there is disdain for the authorities, making it hard to hold on to power for long.
Common Etiquette rules
Etiquette is the exact thing the the Algorians are trying to escape. The respect of a algorian is almost impossible to gain, and no one treats anyone with any dignity. These people have no honor, and would sooner rob and kill somebody then befriend them.
Funerary and Memorial customs
"Crap, my brother got his head chopped off, what should we do with the body?" "Just throw it in that ditch over there, the daemons will eat it, easy as pie!" "Alright then" -An Algorian Funeral
Algorians have little care for beauty. Their clothes are made from tattered strips of cloth and deamon hide, and no one ever has a chance to bath.
Sexual relationships are very free-formed in algorian society. Everyone has their own ideas of what's right and what's wrong, and mostly people don't get in the way of other people's ideas.