Name: Noah Winters
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Caste Ranking: Vault Citizen
Physical Appearance: (description for now)
At 5 foot 8 inches tall, Noah Winters is anything but a prime physical specimen. With his lengthy shaggy dark hair, thin scruffy beard, and almost perpetual scowl, Noah has been likened to that as the runt in the litter of mutts. Noah's fair skin is usually dirtied with grease and sweat: A testament to the countless hours he spends slaving away at his mandated position as a mechanic. He has dark, tired eyes with various work related cuts and bumps plaguing his face.
Biography: Noah's upbringing was relatively unspectacular. His mother is a senior systems analyst in the vault's research department and his father was a middling engineer before suffering an injury which forced him into early retirement. Despite having a stay at home father, Noah's early childhood was one of isolation. His father was visibly depressed and despondent following his injury and showed no emotional attachment to his son, who spent most of his early days tinkering with toys and other gizmos. The lack of much social interaction as a child foreshadowed Noah's early teenage years, as the growing boy honed his skills by stealing excess vault gadgets from the supply closets and tinkering with them. Due to his size and lack of charisma, Noah was a small fish hunted in a big pond and was an easy target for the vault bullies during his schooling years. After his graduation, Noah was recognized for his technical prowess and was assigned to be the mechanic for the vault's water purification system. Despite being comfortable in his position, Noah believes his future lies outside the vault...
Personality: Cynical, snide, and a tad rude, Noah has a bit of a chip on his shoulder.
Work Test results: Assigned to the Water Purification division in the role of mechanic.
Other: Noah loves to read old pre-war magazines, and is absolutely fascinated by the vehicle once known as a "car." Specializes in Repair, duh.