Birth Name: Shih Wu-Cheng _{(family name)} Daiyu _{(given name)}
Goes By: Dali Wu-Cheng

Age: 40

Gender: Trans*, MtF


Personality: Dali is just as much a progressive thinker as her parents. Already having a Chinese heritage that would raise eyebrows, her subversive attitudes regarding authority, capitalism, communism, and her philosophical waxing nature in general have almost certainly placed her on the Overseer's watch-list. She is smart enough to know that the radio is not the place to broadcast these views, unless she'd like to be assigned to the trash crew quicker than she could check the time on her 2000. Although, she is known to occasionally let her bias slip when delivering the news or current events.

Generally, she slow to anger, and carries herself with a gentle, sophisticated demeanor that speaks of what she thinks without filter when she is around those she is comfortable with. She is someone who might talk for an hour about those subjects others may find 'pretentious' or 'absurd' with ease. Being completely comfortable with contemplating the asinine and appreciating outer beauty. Although she doesn't like to admit it, she is vain, and shows flares of materialism and occasional hypocrisy within her own philosophical and anti-authoritarian views, as well as an extreme sensitivity to her gender identity.

Occupation: Vault Radio Host

Biography: Dali's life was about as exciting as as you could expect of someone with dysphoria, raised by a couple of new-age retro-hippies, trapped underground with a bunch of people who had a general cultural disgust towards all things Chinese. To avoid the glares of her peers, and more often than not, her peers' parents, Dali mostly avoided those her age. For a long time, she was that quiet Chink boy sitting in the corner. Her only friends growing up were her parents, her teacher (who was also a self-proclaimed 'free-thinker' and friend of her parents') and the people on the radio, who sang of the loneliness she felt was reality at times.

Her mother, a musician, instilled in a young Dali the value of music and her father, a painter, the value of art. By the age of 16, she was something of an accomplished mixed medium artist, and capable of expressing her own ideas and perspectives eloquently to groups of her parents' friends.

Of course, she completely flunked the G.O.A.T.

But her in with the teacher landed her a position as an intern for the Vault P.A. and Radio system, and as the years passed, she began to dedicate herself to her work and examining her own life in adulthood. By 19, after years of being uncomfortable and presenting as overtly feminine already, Dali begun her transition. Being generally unnoticed by the Vault proper already up to this point, her transition was relatively painless.

The Overseer wouldn't allow a change to her birth certificate, but she started going by the name Dali, in a sort of tribute to the surrealist artist. Her parents' circle of friends, holding a few chemists and doctors were able to synthesize a few bootleg hormones under the Overseer's nose and conduct a few 'back alley' surgeries quid pro quo-- the quality of which would never match full pre-war cosmetic capabilities. But from then on, she felt more complete as a person-- even more so after becoming the official host of the Vault Radio a few years later.

Name:
Jackson Lee Smith

Age:
20

Gender:
Male

Appearance:
Jack stands around the height of 6" or 6'1" or so, with a physically tough, lean, and muscular build that comes from years of hard labor and work underneath his father and, later on, his bosses. His skin is a fair color - a bit pale due to being stuck in a vault for literally all of his life, and his eyes are a deep blue color, going fairly well with his dirty blonde hair, which is generally in a 'blast back' style, the mismatched locks going down to the nape of his neck. His face could be considered well-defined, with one red scar going along the side of his jawline, from a rather intense scuffle that happened a while ago. Other-wise, his body lacks any blemishes or such. 'As healthy as an ox', as they say. His hands are a bit scarred and calloused from working with tools and weaponry. Generally, he wears the normal Vault jumpsuit, as ordered by the Overseer and such. the sleeves are usually rolled up to the elbows, to avoid any snagging. Only when he is on duty, does he wear his Vault security garb. He always keeps a baton on his side, but his 10mm pistol stays in his room unless he's on the job.

Occupation:
Security Guard/Part-Time Maintenance

Brief Bio:
Jack's biography isn't as exciting as you'd think. He grew up underneath the Chief Maintenance Engineer, IE his mother, and a regular ole' security guard, IE his father. They installed within him, the value of work, and ever since he was a child, he was pretty much busy being practical, which didn't leave him with much time for friends. His dad and mother brought him along with them on their jobs - when it was possible, of course, and he learned things underneath both of them. Repairing and maintaining machinery and weaponry from his mother, and how to fight and shoot a gun by his father - whenever they could get away with using the little .22 and BB gun. His natural reflexes and skill in gun-handling made his parents proud, and they were rooting for him when he went to the Overseer for an interview. He was elected as a security guard, but went even further, as to apply for a part-time internship in the maintenance department, for whenever a substitute was needed due to staff injury. Life has been busy so far, but rewarding, as well, and it keeps him busy, so that he doesn't have to think about the boredom and monotony life had fell into. Rinse, wash, and repeat...baah baah, we're all sheep. Yeah...he tries to forget that little rhyme, but it always pops back up. He's getting a promotion soon due to efficiency, however, so that's cool.

Personality:
Jack comes off as a pretty tough, standoffish, but over-all decent guy, born under the whole motto of 'Hard work beats all', which can make him quickly annoyed with cheaters and 'smooth-talking' folks. He tends to keep to himself, but not in a broody, depressed way - moreso due to the fact that he generally has stuff to do, and doesn't really find time to just sit down, pop a cola, and talk with others. This has made him pretty distant, emotion-wise. Not to say that he's emotionless, but he doesn't feel comfortable sharing his personal feelings with others, and usually keeps his sadness to himself. He tries to stay cool-headed most of the time, but he has a very...sharp temper, and can snap at times if you piss him off enough. He can come off as a bit of a cold-hearted bastard, but as stated before, he is an over-all decent guy, and will help out and do the right thing when the time calls for it. [To be developed.]

Name:
Kenneth "Kenny" Miller

Gender:
Male

Age:
20

Appearance:


Personality:
Kenneth is a kind-hearted young man, well known for his respectful attitude and helpfulness to other vault-dwellers. He is also incredibly smart as he spent most of his childhood reading encyclopedias that his grandmother had lying around her dorm. However, Kenneth's kindness and genousity often led to him being bullied as a child. Due to him being kind, Kenneth also is a pacifist. Only opting to use violence in the most extreme of situations. Which can be both good and bad depending on the situation. He happens to be a very humble young man and is also a hopeless romantic, hoping one day he can find love whether it be in or outside Vault 214.

Occupation:
Vault Technician

Biography:
Kenneth was born in the vault like all of the other inhabitants, he was raised by his Grandmother as his mother died giving birth and his father had died in an engineering accident. He spent most of his childhood reading his grandmother's encyclopedias and exploring the Vault. He was bullied for most of his childhood until he was 16 and stood up to the bully and, for the first time in his life, used violence. While he doesn't look back proudly on that day, he knows that that day changed his life. He stood up to the bully not because he was being bullied, but because a mentally ill student was being bullied. So he walked up to the bully, told him to stop--he didn't listen--so he punched square in the gut, hard at that. While he did get suspended from what most of the vault residents would call "school", he recieved quite a reputation boost--often being called a "hero" by some of the other students. At the age of 18, Kenneth became a Vault Technician, in order to put his knowledge about technology to good use.

Name: James G Morningstar

Gender: Male

Age: 32

Appearance: A scruffy man who looks about to be in his thirties, His height is about 5 ft 10 inches and 160 lbs, he wears a ragged leather vest with a stained white tee shirt and some ripped jeans, he has large muscles and his features are chiseled.



Personality: You will learn...

Occupation: Inventor

Biography: James doesn't tell anyone about himself except that he likes to tinker with machines and build various kinds of machinery otherwise he basically tells no one about his personal history because he feels it is no ones business other than himself, which makes him slightly cautious.

He knows a little bit about engines or how to make things work like weapons or motors, and other contraptions.

Otherwise he was born to a family who wanted him to become a doctor, he has a little medical training but not a lot.

Name: Drake Martin

Gender: Male

Age: 23

Appearance:


Personality: Warm, kind hearted -will write it down properly-
Drake the chef, is a creative fellow, often spending a lot of time in the kitchen trying to reinvent foods, make new dishes and just make something fun for everybody. Service with a smile that's the way he likes to deal with life. His diner and ear is always open to anyone who needs someone, if he can help he can.
Often if the maintenance staff are working a lot of days on the lower levels he will give them extra rations to keep the morale boosted, as his father always said

"The death of the vault wouldn't come from system failure, it would come from an empty stomach"

He always kept some supplies stockpiled as well incase someone needed a pick-me-up, often people would turn to Drake as he always was happy to listen no matter what hour it was.
However Drake did have a darker side. He dealt with quite bad depression in which he stole chems to boost his moods. unfortunately he had an addictive personality which has lead him to have a chem addiction, something he hasn't yet told anyone for fear they would outcast him or lock him in the vault security wing and never let him out.
Occupation: Chef

Biography: Drake martin (Son of James martin and Lucy knowles) was a curious child, often spending time with his mother and father in the Diner reading all the cookbooks and magazines on different recipes and bakes. From a young age he often helped his mother and father with the Diner from setting out plates to decorating cakes on birthdays. At the age of 15 his mother and father was killed during a fire in the Diner right before his G.O.A.T. However thi did not affect his results a bit. his was to follow in the family footsteps as all those since before the war was a chef or baker of some description. Most of the books that he owned was from before the war, taking about ingredients and bakes that he could never replicate. but he lived in hope that one day they might be able to.
Since his G.O.A.T he has worked every day, often over time in the diner to keep everyone happy, while hiding his dark secret.

Name: Maes MacCannon

Gender: Male

Age: 24



Personality: Words commonly associated with Maes are "Temperamental" and "Scary". To others, It seems that his natural body temperature is permanently 10 degrees higher than the norm. If anyone dares to get within arms distance of him, they might come to realize he isn't a bad guy. A gentleman who knows how to have fun with any group. While he despises small talk, having a conversation with him reveals his intellect and charisma. That is, at least, until it gets heated. His assumption of superiority over others might not be far from a complex, but it's found in many people who work as hard as he does. If his record of outbursts and complications with other service members was erased, he would been seen as a high-productivity, stress-besting motivator/workaholic. Because of the latter, which shows no sign of slowing down, the former is usually shrugged off by his higher-ups. At his best, he is a gallant and capable leader that'll do whatever it takes to achieve whatever it is that needs achieving. At his worst, He is a destructive (to both himself and his environment) and chaotic insubordinate.

Occupation:
Primary Systems Operations and Management - "Yeah, sounds cool or whatever but I'm a glorified button pusher most of the time. Why do you think I'm in here turning knobs and reading meters instead of some second floor - dope? I make sure the systems vital to us living stay running and I go maintain them with some other handymen so they stay that way. Oxygen flow up to par? Check. Food storage temperatures within range? Check. There's a fire? Better seal the doors and remove the oxygen until its safe again. What? The lights? Listen, I don't give a radroach's rear about if you are in the dark or not. What else do you need?"

Biography: Growing up was rough for Maes. He was the only child of a mother who helped raise so many other boys and girls as a school teacher for early ages. His father, whom he believes he drew his brutish side from, was one of the toughest men among the Engineering Department - until he lost in a fight with a malfunctioning piece of heavy machinery. After that, it seemed all of the attention he got was negative. He would fight kids grades higher and in numbers. Sneak around after curfew. And in one fairly memorable instance, ordered the Overseer himself to do something not-so-pleasant with his personal record.
Maes made his name known for other things though. The results of his G.O.A.T. raised eyebrows as well as his ability to multitask and work efficiently without mistakes. That's how he ended up young with a supervisory position. His adult years have been filled with routine. Early mornings, early nights. Gym-work-lunch-work-sleep-repeat. Now he is looking for bigger mountains to climb.

Name: Isabella Dutch

Gender: Female

Age: 28

Appearance: Is 5' 8" tall, weighing 140 pounds. Has a B/W/H of 38/24/36 inches.

Personality: Friendly and well-mannered, Isabella is no stranger to social interaction. She has had extensive experience talking people into doing what she wants, although she rarely does so with malicious intent. She deals with her problems head on, and generally speaks her mind when. Although, she will generally relent to many arguments when it is clear she can't convince the opposing party. While she doesn't have any sort of superiority complex, Isabella is quick to get annoyed at her fellow Vault dwellers, especially if things don't go her way.

Occupation: Doctor

Biography: Born like any other person in the Vault, Isabella has gotten accustomed to the filtered air and artificial sunlight of the Vault. Her family were all considered some of the Vaults best minds, so Isabella was pressured at a young age to do well in school. She read many books throughout her childhood and adolescence, without having much in the way of interaction with fellow dwellers. However, this insularity paid off, as she was able to pass her GOAT exam and land a job as a Vault Doctor. She breathed a sigh of relief as she began her training, but the world of work was much different than the world of study. She soon had to perfect her interpersonal skills, realizing that the mouth was as powerful as the mind.

Now, Isabella lives comfortably and is familiar with many Vault residents, although she often wonders how life is outside the Vault.