Vault 13, Pennsylvania.
Karl wears a dark brown jacket with similar pants, covered by his random bags and pouches that he stores his items inside. Karl wears an old beanie that he picked up from a small abandoned store a while ago, mainly wears it all of the time, occasionally taking it off. He has a large, camo backpack and a tattered old scarf. He has a pouch sling hanging down also. Karl has a scruffy beard that he has to shave occasionally so it doesn't get too big. Karl has dark, chocolate colored eyes and brown hair to match. He wears black gloves that don't cover his fingers. He also has a magical cowboy hat that protects him from damage.
-One Hunting Shotgun, thirty-two extra shells in total in addition to his ten shots the keeps loaded.
-One 10mm Pistol, sixty-four rounds total.
-A Fire-axe as his melee weapon.
-Several cans of food, two bottles of water.
-His compass, several lengths of rope, just normal survival stuff, also has about two hundred caps.
-About five books he likes to read.
Karl was born in Vault 19, growing up in those unnatural, barely lit corridors. He hated his experience in there, he always longed for adventure and to see the light of day, instead of the horrible lights that the Vault had. He grew up with a rather good education and can read pretty well. Karl never fit in very well with the other children in the Vault, so he was one of the people who wasn't in the "group." He enjoys reading whenever he can in his spare time, and holds a small collection of books in his pack, saying that it's worth the extra weight.
When Karl grew to the age of twenty-two, the Vault had an emergency. Many systems were failing in the Vault, and because of this, a large amount of people died due to the malfunctions. Things like terminals exploding, the water purifier failing, Radroach infestations, and things to that liking were one of the few things that happened. Many blame it on the number of the Vault, saying that the number thirteen was a haunted number or some shit. Karl didn't like to believe in the stories. So finally Karl decided to sneak out, bringing along the few possessions he could grab, he snuck into the Overseer's room and hacked the terminal, opening the Vault and escaping. To this day he's been surviving in the wasteland, one day at a time.
Anyway, a small while ago, he noted a big group, The Titan's Hand, headin' down towards some place. Takin' the advantage, he though it would give him some worth, maybe let him make some caps for warning the people ahead. It ain't hard to get past a moving army of troops. The trip took only a few weeks to reach the place.
Is proficient in repairing things, like repairing old terminals, radios, and other such things. He is also fairly able in hacking, but not as skilled as he is in repair.[/QUOTE]