[CHAR] Fallout - Vault 127

[Pathfinder]

Full Designated Name: Johnathan Leslie Taylor

Nicknames or alternate names?: "John"

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Race: Caucasian, "White person soup."

Appearance: John is fairly unremarkable. Being not particularly unattractive nor fair of features has left him looking plain and all together average, which suits him well enough. John has a square jaw, a slightly crooked nose, and small scar cutting through his left eyebrow. He keeps his hair closely cropped to his skull and little more than stubble across his face. The only thing resembling outstanding is his body, powerfully built over long years of hard work. He stands 6'2 in height.

Unlike most residents in Vault 127, John typically wears the security armor given to him for his duty as a security officer. While you'll mostly find him in this get up, you'll find him in a utility jumpsuit when his janitorial duties come up. As it turns out, it isn't easy to mop a floor in full Kevlar. The only thing nonstandard his a red plaid bandanna that has been passed down his family for generations, its usually wrapped around his neck but when things get sticky you'll find it wrapped around his head.

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

General Personality and Outlook on Others: A self proclaimed "Extrovert-fried Introvert", John is a friendly, calm, and affable but does not seek much outward attention, maintaining his bonds with people he's close with while happy to have a long list of acquaintances. John is for the most part an optimist would like to see the best in people but he is no fool and can recognize when someone is not going to make things easy.

Hobbies and Interests: John takes more enjoyment out of physical exercise than most of his peers, sacrificing many hours into developing his physical traits rather than his mental ones. Beyond this he has become a large fan of Grognak the Barbarian and has read all the issues the Vault contains at least four times.

Profession and Position: Security Officer/Janitorial Duties

Recognized Past: Fairly unremarkable, besides several admonishments in his youth for picking fights. John has kept his nose clean and his record straight all his life. It seems his choice to join the Security force stemmed from his fathers death, having been killed trying to intervene in a domestic abuse incident.

Talents, Abilities, and Skills: As above, John has dumped a lot of time in developing his physical traits and excels at hand to hand combat, ballistic firearms, and strength. In addition, John has always had Lady Luck in his corner of the ring throughout his life.

Relationships with others: TBD

Family members and status: Thomas Reilegh Taylor (Father, Deceased) and Julia Eve Taylor (Mother, Alive)

Additional information and Notes:

[pyroman]

Full Designated Name: Mia Sato
Nicknames or alternate names?: Mi (pronounced like 'Me'), Little Miss Overseer (childhood nickname)
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Appearance: General appearance
Mia, standing in at five feet and six inches and weighing one hundred and twenty nine pounds, has a rather standard built body that she finds little interesting about herself physically. The only abnormal thing about her if the her heritage, which gives her a different appearance than most in the vault. Her hands, arms, and legs have an assortment of scars from various activities in the vault, including her own workshopping and experimentation.
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
General Personality and Outlook on Others: For those in the vault, Mia has a rather bright opinion of the people that she's grown up with and around. With the current Overseer as her grandfather, she had always been determined to pass the Overseer's test and become the next overseer when her grandfather would eventually become too ill to do his duty. She has done all she could in order to get to know her fellow dwellers, and enjoys their company, but prefers to be left to her devices and not be shown up when she is working on her Pipboy or other various projects.
Hobbies and Interests: tinkering, trying to solve the overseer's test, micromanaging, mingling with vault security.
Profession and Position: Micromanager extraordinaire, part-time tinkerer, hopeful overseer
Recognized Past: Mia, since the day she was born, has looked up to her grandfather as the Overseer of the vault, hoping to one day be like him and take care of the vault and its people. Her father, content with his job in teaching, never wanted to be Overseer, but Mia had different plans. Every day since she was deemed old enough, she had taken the Overseer's test, but to no avail. She had never once given up, and still she refuses to. In her spare time, she works on her Pipboy and the others as well, as well as doing what she can to help Elias with maintaining the vault when he isn't looking (as she doesn't want him getting mad at her for touching stuff she shouldn't be touching). She had also been known to join the Vault-tec security from time to time, meeting with them on their range days to keep up skill.
When the other side of the vault was found, she was initially suspicious of how everything was going to happen, but her grandfather for an easy and forgiving person, and allowed Mia to see to the merging and data collection for him to review later. Ever since vault-tec staff merged with the rest of the vault, Mia has been keeping a closer eye on everything, making sure that nothing bad was happening.
When the Vault-Tec staff spoke of the outside world that how they've been monitoring it, she was one of the first to volunteer to see the outside, doing everything she could to equip herself for the unknown world around them.
Talents, Abilities, and Skills: Tinkering and computer skills, minor skill in ranger weaponry, thinking, tactics, steady hands, mostly-smooth words.
Relationships with others:
Family members and status:
Additional information and Notes:

[Famotill]

Full Designated Name: Edgar Vargas
Nicknames or alternate names?: N/A
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Race: Bi-racial (Ethnically: Latino)
Appearance:

My Hider

Edgar would conventionally be considered quite handsome. His skin is a light bronze in color, and his eyes are hazel. He has shaggy brown hair that he tries to keep gelled whenever possible. When he can, he enjoys fading the sides and back of his hair, whilst letting the top grow, but more often than not he's working with natural growth.

He is fairly athletic with a slightly larger body type than a runner's physique. His right arm is constantly covered regardless of what armor or clothing he is wearing.

During warmer seasons Edgar only wears a torn button up shirt that only covers his right arm. The shirt is reinforced with body armor and refitted arm protection made from robotic scraps. His free arm (kept unprotected for melee versatility) just has an armband on the bicep. He also wears gloves with a grip for climbing (though his ability to climb can be limited depending on the level of pain in his arm). He wears slim-fitting joggers that are also reinforced with scrap robotic parts. Lastly, he wears combat boots (and sometimes road goggles rest on his forehead).

For less combat oriented roles, Edgar is typically wearing casual attire: leather jackets, flannels, t-shirts, jeans, etc.

Sexual Orientation: Homosexual

General Personality and Outlook on Others: Edgar is a bit socially awkward having grown up with the Children. A bit brooding/quiet, he often prefers isolation, and is incredibly slow to trust. Edgar once saw death as a horrid thing, but has come to see it as a commonality in the wasteland. While he was no vault-dweller and still faced the obstacles of the wastes, he was relatively safe-guarded throughout childhood. He was quickly forced to grow-up working as a merchant (and occasional bodyguard) to survive.

Hobbies and Interests:

-Traveling
-Reading (pre-war books)
-Selling Goods
-Armor Crafting

Profession and Position: Merchant/Hired Gun

Recognized Past: Edgar was born to a retired mercenary father and a chem-addicted mother. Edgar's early childhood wasn't that far off from most wastelanders. He learned to survive; just as others did. After one particularly bad trip, Edgar's father sought to get rehabilitation for his wife. He had little alternative but to seek help from a settlement in Vancouver. The settlement could only afford to permit one entrant from the three of them. Edgar left his wife with the settlement to get cured, taking Edgar with him. The plan was to come back for Edgar's mom when once she was a bit more healthy

Struggling to survive with two mouths to feed Edgar's father would embrace a cult of people that worshiped radiation. These "Children of Atom" offered shelter to both Edgar and his father. Edgar (already six by this time) was incredibly weary of the group especially because he grew increasingly worried about his mother. Edgar's father dismissed his fears.

Fast forward nine years, and Edgar and his father had become living members of the Children of Atom. While Edgar remained skeptical he was obedient and far more sympathetic to the people who saved his life. Exposure to radiation began to affect Edgar's father quite noticeably throughout the years. He began using chems himself to dull the effects it had on his body. This only worked to deteriorate his mind, and Edgar's father became increasingly more aggressive. Feelings of deep-seeded insecurities regarding their family began to surface in unhealthy ways. It ultimately culminated in a fight between Edgar and his father. Edgar's father would attack his son with acid, though fortunately only managed to harm his right arm. The damage was still severe. The medics in the cult tended to Edgar's wounds. Whilst being treated, the High Confessor of the order told Edgar that he would do best serving as a missionary. With the world's vegetation slowly returning to its natural state- the cult worried that Atom's grip on the planet was waning. Once Edgar was healed he'd be escorted by a sister of the order.

Having grown up a quiet skeptic of the faith, Edgar was more than willing to get away from his father and from the Children. Once healed, he and Sister Kathleen embarked on a mission to spread the word of Atom. Edgar would try and leave peacefully multiple times, but never had the opportunity. He was still trying to gain feeling in his right arm, whilst learning to use his left. After months of traveling Edgar managed to build enough strength to leave Sister Kathleen. He attempted to sneak away from their camp at night, only to be confront by Kathleen. Sister Kathleen would not allow Edgar to abandon Atom, and attempted to subdue Edgar. The fight ended with Edgar killing Kathleen with a revolver. Traumatized by what he had done, Edgar had little other option but to leave Vancouver for fear of the Children finding him. Edgar headed for Oregon where he would eventually meet two merchants- a brother and sister (Tali and Ray).

Talents, Abilities, and Skills:

-Partially resistant to radiation: Edgar is slightly more tolerant when it comes to radiation exposure. However, prolonged exposure to radiation can affect the use of his arm for some time- causing numbness and a lack of sensation. This makes melee in radiated areas rather tricky. While he has a better tolerance for picking up rads- he is by no means invulnerable. Prolonged exposure can kill him about as easily as any other person.

-Sniper: Edgar's preferred weapon is a sniper rifle. He is much better at long distance range than in close combat. His right arm is not reliable enough (especially for drawn out fights) to try hand-to-hand combat approaches most of the time. Instead, Edgar enjoys attacking from afar and allowing his allies to move in close to weakened targets

-Revolver: Edgar's most reliable weapon in close-quarter combat. Edgar has become relatively adept at shooting with his left hand. He's certainly not the best shot, but it has saved his life on quite a few occasions.

Relationships with others: Edgar has become best friends with Tali and Ray- a brother and sister who both work as traveling merchants. Edgar has served as both a bodyguard and third member of their enterprise.

Family members and status: Edgar's parents are both still alive as far as he knows, though their relationship is shaky. They are both in Vancouver.

[Eviledd1984]

ull Designated Name: Logan Drago

Nicknames or alternate names?: Ahab

Age: 143

Gender: Male

Race: Super Mutant

Appearance: Standing at 6'5 and weighting in at around 232 pounds of muscles, His skin is dark green with small bright brown spots all over his body and one noticeable spot on his forehead. He wears a long trench coat that covers most of his body and underneath that he wears metal armor along with some slacks and a army helmet he found once.

Sexual Orientation: Straight

General Personality and Outlook on Others: A friendly super mutant that is always willing to make fiends with others if they want to of course, However he is also cautions of others if he thinks they will be a threat to him or to his friends. He is also loyal to his friends and comrades fighting with them to the death if needed.

He likes most people expect humans or ghouls that annoy him.

Hobbies and Interests: Reading, Practicing with his gun and watering his plants.

Profession and Position: Liberian/Wanderer

Recognized Past: Was born in Maine and during his life as a human he was merchant for the a merchant company called "Far and Away Traders" whom he worked many years for them. During a run he was ambushed by a gang of super mutants that dragged him and another friend of his into the FEV vats.

He awoke 2 weeks later having fully turned into a mutant and his friend into a Centar he escaped his captors with the Centar whom he named Ishmael and lived in a abandoned library in Maine for a good 50 years protecting with traps and robots. Soon enough not wanting to be alone and heard about a old friend in Ronto so he left his library with Ishmael to head to Ronto.

Talents, Abilities, and Skills: Big Guns, Science, Traps, Barter

Relationships with others: Ishmael - Pet

Family members and status: Family dead but does not know that his Great Grand Niece is alive.

Additional information and Notes: None

[Hillan]

Full Designated Name:

Michael T. Jackson

Nicknames or alternate names:

Mike, Blackfinger.

Age:

19

Gender:

Male

Race:

Caucasian, Human.

Appearance:

6'1, 170 pounds. Slim, athletic, keeps in good shape but isn't buff. Wears a Vault 127 Jumpsuit, as opposed to the skintight-variant. Wears a pair of goggles on his forehead and a pair of gloves either in his pocket or on his hands. Once outside of the vault, he'll take off the upper part of the jumpsuit, sporting a more 'casual' blue pants and grey shirt look.

Sexual Orientation:

Straight.

General Personality and Outlook on Others:

Kind, mechanically intelligent, idealistic and he believes everything in live follows reason. He thinks people are logical machines, just like terminals, engines or guns. And there for, they should be predictable.

Hobbies and Interests:

Tinkering, building and reading. He's a nerd, through and through. He quite enjoys listening to radio and sings a fair bit in his spare time. He's worn out the holotape deck in the vault several times, as such getting very good at repairing it.

Profession and Position:

Junkrat If the sink's leaking, or if the nuclear reactor is acting up, Mike is the one you call, he'll come with a wrench in hand and a handful of bolts, screws and shitloads of duct tape.

Recognized Past:

His mother died during childbirth, his father raised him and his brother well, they were smart and strong boys. Randall strong, while Michael was smart, the two could solve just about any conflict if they put their heads to it. Mike and Randy both became Mechanical Technicians, just like their father, working together on keeping the vault running, at the behest of the overseer. When Mike was 18, a power outage occured at the Vault, and he and Randy went to fix the power, a shortage in one of the cables - a livewire fell down, about to hit Mike dead, when Randy leapt in front of the way, knocking his baby brother away from the wire, but getting hit himself, the electric discharge in his body put the young man in a coma, where he's been for the last year and a half. Mike's worked twice as hard ever since.

Talents, Abilities, and Skills:

As previously stated, he's smart, very skilled when it comes to repairing things, ranging from complex electronics to engines. He's a decent gunsmith, though he's not much of a shot himself, and even knows his way around a few explosives. He's midly charismatic, but mostly aloof, people tend to not think of him as a threat. Due to his relatively small frame, he would make an excellent user of stealth.

Relationships with others:

Naive and Nice are not usually two traits that will last you very long in the wasteland, and Michael has both.

Family members and status:

Cassandra Jackson; Mother - Deceased.
Jamie T. Jackson; Father - Deceased.
Randall Jackson; Older Brother - Comatose.

Additional information and Notes:

He's afraid of bugs and the very sound of wings buzzing around him sends chills down his spine.

[Orlan]

Elias Morales

Full Designated Name: Elias Dylan Morales

Nicknames or alternate names?: The Handyman, the Cobbler, the chief and El Morales

Age: 30

Gender: Male

Race: Caucasian

Appearance: A man around six foot with a reasonable build, he's normally wearing his vault suit with some security armour, both heavily modified to fit tools and so on in little pockets and pouches that he personally added. He normally has his lunch in a lunchbox dangling from a belt he managed to make out of an old tube, Elias will always have a scar somewhere on him one week, then it's almost healed to make way for a next one without failure from something to do with his line of work. He could be considered handsome with a head of very light brown, almost touching on blonde hair that like a lot of things are different every so often. He has similarly coloured eyes and a youthful look about him.

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

General Personality and Outlook on Others: He is normally cheerful, slightly sarcastic and focused. Since he tends to deal with everyone in the vault he always tries to keep a fresh and welcoming attitude to vault dwellers he rarely gets visits from. He is rather laid back with his colleagues in the generator rooms and dedicated workshop areas. Elias has one opinion on everyone who works elsewhere: "Nice people, bit dull and always a bit needy but reasonable people."
Hobbies and Interests: Toying about with robot parts, trying to make them into something useful with a reasonable number of marvels, others needing security and a week's worth of repairs, making the more technical puzzles and tests even harder to see how far he can test himself, experimenting on the vault to try and make it more secure and finally reading the following magazines/books:
Guns and Bullets
- RobCo Fun
- Total Hack
- Picket Fences
- Tesla Science
- Tumblers Today
- Hot Rodder
- Nikola Tesla and You
- Dean's Electronics
- Big Book of Science
- Future Weapons Today
- Fixin' Things
- Patriot's Cookbook (One of his descendants managed to smuggle them into the vault.)
- Programmer's Digest
- Locksmith's Reader
And any other form of technical manual, explosives magazine and scientific reading material he can get his hands on.

Profession and Position: The Vault's closest thing to chief engineer/handyman and Architect.

Recognized Past: Nothing too special apart from leading the effort to repair bits of the vault he had a normal upbringing, kept with the engineers before him instead of other children and just trying to be helpful/mischievous for the entirety of his life.

Talents, Abilities, and Skills: Elias has spent the majority of his life dedicated to figuring out how machines/robots/structures & locks worked, good weaponsmith and armourer, brilliant architect with a natural knack for making almost anything work. He can kill a man with a wrench.

Relationships with others: We'll see.

Family members and status: Phillip Redding Morales (Father, living, 65), Elise Dylan Morales (Mother, living, 63), Fred Ryan Morales (Brother, living, 20) and finally Coil (Mister Handy Butler, functional and around three hundred, no dings to his chronometer but a lot of modifications.)

Additional information and Notes: Elias is dreadful when firing anything but a powerful and loud gun, he will always talk about something technical insidiously quickly then look at people who don't understand as if they've drooled on his suit, Elias will occasionally throw something behind him and expect someone to catch it for no reason as well.

He almost killed the leader of the hidden section of the vault, choking the poor sod with a large wrench fully opened up and tightening it until he had to be knocked out by Johnathan Taylor. Ever since he found out about the vault tec staff Elias has had a pure and unbridled hatred of everyone from that section of the vault, encouraging any reason to limit the staff or kill them with a despicable vigour. He utterly despises someone hiding anything vital to the right people, he'd drive himself to kill if he found that out.

He usually holds grudges for a very long time, because of this he scavenges any parts he wants or needs from the hidden section, ignoring how vital it is or what it does for that section, he tries his best to stop anyone from fixing the problems of the hidden staff, he even spits on them as he either passes them or they pass him by if he's in a foul mood. These actions have caused him to be notorious amongst the hidden vault staff. However he can respect acts of bravery and kindness, even others making people see the wrong of their ways, his morality is just over the top in certain circumstances. He has forgotten the odd grudge if he thinks he and or anyone else has been given something that would leave them better off then they were originally, before whatever went wrong did so.

Finally he's here, lift must have broken down.