[CHAR] Fallout, Tales of the Wastes [Need 3-5 Characters, can be Wastelanders]

[Dirty Dan]

Jack Missouri

Name: Jackdaw Missouri. He goes by 'Jack', however. It's shorter.
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Caste Ranking: Legally a refugee.

Physical Description/Appearance: Jack's appearance has obviously been tailored from his rough lifestyle growing up, like most young men these days. A calloused and tough-fleshed person, Jack has light, chocolate-brown skin, obviously showing of his African-American descent and heritage. His eyes are a dark gray, with an obvious golden-amber hue, making it a mixture of the three colors. Something that stands out on his otherwise chiseled, defined face, is the multitude of sharp, livid-red scars dotting along the flesh;; The remnants of multiple fights. Jack's physique, much like his appearance has been defined by his lifestyle; muscular, yet defined and lean, giving him the build of a tough, strong, and fast man, body built from sprinting long distances with heavy loads, and lifting heavy items.

His hair is short and black, matching his eyebrows, as in most cases. The young man's clothing consists of the standard Vault's jumpsuit, as per the rules of the Overseers, but with a few practical twists. The top piece of the jumpsuit is usually not on, instead hanging down his waist, exposing the white t-shirt underneath. This generally keeps him cooled down whenever he's in the core of the Vault, working on different things. It's secured by a sewn in, dark-brown utility belt, along with dark brown work boots finishing the look off. The knees of the jumpsuit has built-in pads for when he has to crawl along the hot steel floors. The clothing in the image is most-likely going to be his outfit once he makes it outside of the vault;; It will be found, of course, and different parts looted/upgraded over the course of the days.

Biography: A long time ago, a bleeding, scarred man with a mohawk and goatee entered the Vault...he was known as a refugee, considered scum by some of the more 'pure' members of the Vault. With him, he carried in his arms as similarly-dressed young woman, bleeding from numerous slashes and holes in her soft form. The doctors swarmed, and the man and woman was taken to the medic-bay. Years passed, and the same woman became pregnant. In the end, the man from before - now bald with a beard - carried the woman, once again, to the medic-bay. There was some problems with the birth. The woman died that day. However, with that loss, came an addition of life. One life loss for another life's beginning. That's where Jackdaw 'Jack' Missouri came into the world. Life growing up, as the son of a raider, definitely wasn't the best. He was pushed around, called 'impure' or 'dirty', and became tough from it.

He helped out his dad as a maintenance worker, cleaning pipes, carrying large boxes of tools, and crawling through compact spaces. The man taught Jack to be a man - how to shoot a gun, whenever they weren't busy with work. That was taught with the help of an old pellet rifle. He was taught how to fight with a knife, how to handle people with his fists, and some other wasteland knowledge the old Raider knew of. He wanted Jackdaw to be better than he was, and that's just how life was. "A man has to do, what a man has to do." Was dad's old motto, and Jack lived by it. Time passed, bullying eventually turned into fights, and a few close-calls passed by. In the end, his father was too old to survive, old illnesses acting up, and he died. Jack continued to graduate Vault School, now officially 'parentless'. A rather average life, right? Wrong. Unknown to him, life in the Vault was going to become a bit less...civil.

Work Test Results: Surprisingly, Vault Security Chief. He had expected a maintenance worker, but his practicality must have been calculated into combat situations. It suits him fine;; he's a natural crackshot, and a good scrapper.

Other: Skills - Repair, Melee, Guns, Survival.

[EWillden]

Character sheet
Name: Osaki Kayo

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Caste Ranking: Vault Citizen

Physical Description/Appearance: Osaki Kayo is a healthy eighteen year old girl and stands at five feet and eight inches, thanks to Vault health standards. If form was to put in a category of small, medium, or heavy she would be close to medium but not quite there. Due to her job, she is think and has some muscles and could handle herself if the time to do so was needed. Her hair was once long and black like her mothers ,but she had one of the robots cut it short. She felt it was easier to maintain and would not get in the way of her job. Her body is completely scar free and the only imperfection is a birth mark. The mark is located on the left side of her neck right above the collar bone. It is small and almost noticeable, in the shape of a star. Her eyes are nothing special, just the typical eye color of a dark hazel.
Not much to say about her choice of clothing. Just the standard Vault 24 technician jumpsuit, except the sleeves only went down to her elbow. Anyone could tell she made it like that via the use of some scissors. Other then that the jumpsuit was pretty normal. On her wrist rests a pipboy 3000 and its matching glove, standard issue for most vault dwellers.

Biography: Osaki Kayo, normally goes by the name Ki, was born in the vault like most where. She was born on the year of 2272. Nothing went wrong fortunately for her and her parents. Who lived rather happily in the vault despite certain racist comments aim at them. Her family had several times had to remind people that they were Japanese not Chinese, but that did not matter. People needed someone to hate and they chose them. Despite the fact that her family was born and lived in America sense they were born. Yes they might have had relatives dating back to the homeland, but still it did not matter. Ki never let it bother her, as well as her parents. They were to prideful to let people bother them. Ki made friends here and there like normal children would do when she was young. At least she thought they where her friends ,and she constantly thinks to herself that they still are.
Others thought she was unlucky like most nailing the job she did. She of course just scoffed at them. It was not like the others in her spot were any luckier. Besides, the maintenance department was rather important. Nobody except the high ranking members of the Vault, really understand the importance of the maintenance department of the vault. Without her or her fellow workers, there would be no power, no food, no water, no air, or even the many luxuries we have down here. However, she never made a big deal about what people said, a part of her just figured they were pulling her chain for laughs. It was good to see actually from her point of view. She welcomed their mirth because it was better to talk, then not talk at all. She does not recall many times someone has lost their sanity ,but she was smart enough to know that being always alone was bad for a persons health. She blamed her heredity for that type of thinking. Many Japanese people thought like a optimist rather then like a pessimist. Almost as if they were more enlightened then most. She also blamed her heredity on other things, such as her ability to be very careful with her job. Even though certain assignments require quick precision and a fast work place, it was never a bad idea to be a bit mindful of her actions as well. Despite her position in the vault, she was still the delicate flower her mother always wanted her to be. Even if her hands were a bit rough around the edges.

Work Test Results: Maintenance Tech.
Other: Skills - Repair, Speech, Energy Weapons (some skills only, she knows how to use a laser pistol ,but she ain't no expert like the brotherhood is.), Some guns (pistols only), and some melee skills as well.

In case I am not too late to join. Her is my character sheet.

[Mr_pink]

Name: Katherine 'Kat' Harris
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Caste Ranking: Vault Citizen
Physical Description/Appearance:
Kat stands at a tall 6 foot and weighs 170 lbs of 'pure muscle' as she tells people. Kat has crimson hair, usually kept in a ponytail and has pale blue eyes. She has a tattoo of a snake coiled around her arm, one that she'll probably regret in old age but is proud of currently. Kat is rather pale but what can you expect from someone who has lived in a vault for their entire life? She has a few scars over her body, the most noticable being a horizontal scar going across her hand.
Biography:
Kat was born as the daughter of the Vault loyalty inspector and a Marriage counselor. As Kat grew up her father was sure to fill her head with excessive amounts of vault propaganda in the hopes of making her just as loyal to the overseer as he was. He wasn't so happy when it backfired and Kat turned out to be probably the most rebellious teen Vault 24 had ever seen. She performed adequately in school, but would often disrupt classes or just not appear on some days. She formed her gang, 'The Rattlensnakes' at the age of 13 with two of her cronies who would follow her every order without delay. She got her mother to make them leather jackets with their emblem on the back which solidified the role as a gang. She gained a reputation in the vault for bullying kids and only accepting those she deemed 'tough enough' to join her gang.

She enraged her father much more when she accepted a raider boy by the name of Louis into her gang and subsequently began dating him. Suffice to say when she brought him home to her parents it was a bit more than awkward. She eventually kicked Louis out of the gang 'for being a nerd' as she put it. What she actually kicked him out for was for the fact that he had cheated on her with 'a hussie from the wastes', again as Kat puts it. Recently she took the G.O.A.T test and came out as a tattoo artist. She was sure she'd get vault security. but she puts the loss down to the fact that she actively bullied the overseers son. Nevertheless she is happy with her new position in the vault.
Work Test Results:
Tattoo artist
Other: Skills: Small Guns, Melee Weapons, Unarmed, Speech

[Rae Zer]

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Name: Mary Hollins
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Caste Ranking: Ref
Physical Description: Mary is rather short, even for her age, and stands at four feet and six inches. She weighs a very lithe a hundred and eighteen pounds. Her light brown hair stands out among her father and mother's blonde. Mary typically keeps her hair should length hair up in a ponytail rather than letting it down. A girl of what seems to be mexican-italian descent, Mary possesses a tan skin color even despite the fact that she hasn't seen the sun. Mary doesn't eat often and, as such, is rather lithe. Nor does she really work out to build muscle, unless you consider reading working out that is.
Biography: Mary was born inside Vault 24 to a pair of refugees from the wasteland who had only been there for three years. Her father was assigned to the position of mechanic and her mother worked the plants in the hydroponics bay. Neither saw Mary often as she was left with her older brother, a refugee born in the wasteland of thirteen years, while they were working. It wasn't rare for Mary to simply eat alone in her bedroom with some books as company. She had grown to hate leaving her home inside the Vault for plenty of Citizens would look at her and avoid her like she was a leper. She felt the caste system Vault 24 had in place was stupid and formed by idiots since her family were the lowest caste in the entire vault.

Many years of watching her father come home tired, sometimes covered in grease, made Mary realize just how bad their position in the Vault really was. All her father ever did was work in the bowels of the Vault repairing whatever was broken and sometimes repairing things the citizens broke to make more work for him. Her mother had to maintain the water pipes in the hydroponics bay which sometimes 'just broke' on their own when she wasn't there. Mary knew this was not the life they had meant for her but also understood that they couldn't really change their positions in the Vault due to the castes. So, Mary worked her hardest is school to learn as much as possible. She wanted to escape the working class positions that her family had been stuck in, though she knew this was a foolish idea for a ref. In the end, her studying actually payed off when she learned that she would be given the position of a Nurse when she joined the work force in the Vault.
Work Test Results: Nurse, suprisingly enough. Mary had thought that they would have given her a working class position rather than something like a nurse.
Other: Mary is rather skilled in medical skills but has also learned quite a bit on repair work from her father's occasional rant about work. Other than that, Mary is sort of unaccomplished in or unwilling to learn how to do.

[Vertical]

Name:
Matthew O'Connor

Age:
18

Gender:
Male

Caste Ranking
Vault Citizen

Physical Description/Appearance:

Matthew

Standing at about 6 foot even, Matthew is not much of an imposing figure. His weight bounces around 165 to 170 pounds, mostly extra fat coming and going. That being said, he is in pretty good shape. Matthew does not have an Olympian body, but throughout the last 4 years of school he tried to maintain a nice physique. Sparse light brown hairs cover his arms and legs, not too much and it is not too thick, but it is there. His head is covered by a thick layer of light brown hair. It is cut nicely with shorter sides and a top that is only a little bit thicker. Matthew has deep, sometimes piercing, blue eyes. His facial hair is a thick, short cut, brown beard and mustache. On his right forearm, down the side, Murphy has a scar from when he broke his arm and the bone pierced the skin. As far as tattoos and piercings, he has none.

When it comes to attire, Matthew can be seen wearing one of his two Vault 24 jump suits. The one he wears the most is the non-gym jumpsuit. The gym jumpsuit has sweat and odor embedded into it from years of working hard in the iron church (gym).

Biography:
Eighteen years ago, the O'Connor family found out that they were having a child. It was a joyous occasion for them. The O'Connor's has been trying for a child for many months but it just never seemed to go their way. Finally, however, Mrs. O'Connor became pregnant. It seemed like a miracle. It was a miracle. And nine months later, a young boy by the name of Matthew was born. Mrs. O'Connor did not pass away during the pregnancy and there were no complications. It was a perfect birth for the O'Connor's perfect child. When they returned home and put Matthew in his cradle for the first time, they felt that their lives were finally complete. Mr. O'Connor worked in the Vault's farm irrigation system, repairing it and monitoring water conditions to make sure that the correct water (no chemical imbalances or radiation) was being sprayed onto the vegetables that were being grown. The Vault's farm though was a newer concept. One of the Overseer's, after years of studying and hard work, figured out how to make a farm work underground. For three years, the Overseer and some of his top scientists worked on creating this farm. Afterwards they trained a select few individuals to oversee the farm and it's systems. Mr. O'Connor was one such person. Mrs. O'Connor was an educator. Now an educator is different from a teacher. A teacher will have the same students for all 12 years of their lives. An educator takes in students, of all ages, who sign up to learn about specific things. Mrs. O'Connor was a wildlife educator. She taught children and adults about Pre-War wildlife. The Overseer assigned her this specific task to help keep morale up in the Vault. He figured that if people had hope of seeing this kind of wildlife eventually, they would be happier and would work harder. The Overseer never planned on allowing any of them into the Wastes to try and find these animals.

Growing up Matthew was not a problem child. He had a pleasant disposition from a young age. Optimism, curiosity, honesty, hard worker, and driven. These were just some of the terms that came to identify Matthew by the time he reached his teenage years. That being said, when Matthew was in the sixth grade, he got into a fist fight with one of his classmates. Matthew was always a stand-up guy. From a young age, Matthew had a strong sense of morality, of right and wrong. This was instilled into him by his hard working father. This led to his sixth grade brawl. A classmate was picking on a girl for being a Ref. Now Matthew did not personally care for the Refs but his father told him that they had worked hard and earned their place in the Vault, so naturally when he saw the young girl getting picked on, he had to stand up for her. The bully did not take kindly to being challenged and this led to a fight. There was no real winner, Mr. Lancaster separated the two boys rather quickly, but Matthew did get a few good hits in. Matthew and the girl went on to be friends for awhile but then their friendship was strained by growing discontent between the Ref population and the Vault citizen population. Though it was in vain, Matthew tried to maintain his friendship with the girl.

The later years of school went by without a hitch. Every time Matthew got the opportunity, he would sign up for his mother's class and take it. By age 16, he was well versed in the Pre-War animals. He had even gotten his hands on some books from the Laboratory regarding animals. If Matthew was not studying animal biology, he was shadowing his father down in the irrigation systems or assisting his mother with her class. With school, personal studying, and then work, Matthew did not have much free time. The free time that he did have was separated into one of two activities. Friends or working out. He alternated. Every other day he would work out and on the off days he would be around his group of friends. The friends that Matthew kept were similar to him. All hard workers. They understood their place in the Vault and were trying to become the perfect Vault citizens. Matthew's personal circle of friends consisted of three people (not including himself). That being said, Matthew also enjoyed interacting with as many of his classmates, and other people, as possible. He bloomed into a very outgoing young man. Honesty, drive, optimism, hard work, and curiosity all carried on into his later teenage years. Most people knew Matthew as a stand-up guy.

Work Test Results:
THOUGH MATTHEW HAS NOT SEEN HIS RESULTS YET, HERE THEY ARE.
Being well-versed in animal biology helped Matthew get set onto a very interesting course. Back 50 years prior, when the Refs entered the Vault, they brought with them domesticated Mole Rats. The domesticated Mole Rats served one purpose and one purpose only. To eat. It took about three years for the Overseer to accept it, but Mole Rat breeding and butchering was the future of food in the Vault. Many people were disgusted by this at first, but after years and years of breeding irradiated flesh OUT of them, people finally accepted the Mole Rats as an acceptable food source.

When it comes to the Mole Rats there are two types of jobs related to them. The animal husbandry job and the butchering job. Matthew was assigned the role of Animal Care and Husbandry Specialist.

Other:

[RangingWolf]

Name: Elijah Bonnell
Age: 19
Gender:Male
Caste Ranking: Refugee
Physical Description/Appearance:

Elijah

Standing at 5'10 and weighing in at 175 pounds. Elijah enjoys spending his time either working with objects or going to the gym. When he was allowed by the vault he spent his time either learning his fathers trade when his dad was home or in the vaults gym. Pretty strong guy. Holds a few of the weight records at the gym (bench and squat) Due to a genetic mutation he has Heterochromia iridum resulting in one of his eyes to be a dark blue and the other to be a dark green. Elijah likes to keep his facial trimmed to look like a 5 o'clock shadow.

Biography: Before he was born his grandfather was a part of a caravan that would trade with surrounding settlements and people didn't matter who they were trading with just as long as they got paid. His father was the caravans engineer who would fix items then sell them for double their worth. This would often cause some fights but they were easily quelled by the caravan guards or even by Elijah's Grandfather. Things were going pretty good Elijah's Grandfather eventually got older and decided to return home but things didn't turn out so well and he had to flee his home with his pregnant wife they eventually heard wind that a vault was accepting refugees. They hoped that their luck hadn't ran out. They arrived just a few days later and to their luck they vault hadn't closed its doors for good.

They were allowed inside thanks to the skill of Elijah's Grandfather. Once inside Elijah's Grandmother gave birth and shortly died later due to complications. His Grandfather died a few years before Elijah's birth. His father continued on the legacy and taught Elijah what his dad taught him how to repair and barter. Elijah learned in his spare time when he was playing engineer or going to the gym how to lock pick he got caught a once and that was by his father who once heard his son's reasoning on why to learn how to lock pick was a bit proud of him but still grounded him for getting caught. His reasoning was since it was technically a part of being a engineer he figured he should know how to do it just in case he was asked to do it. Once he was assigned his job the chief armory engineer wanted him to know how a gun works so they sent him to be trained by the vault security forces on weapons safety, handling proper care and maintenance and how to strip the weapons into individual parts with that they also taught him how to shoot since he argued he needed to know what it felt like once it was built and in perfect condition again. Shortly after a few months into his job his father passed away due to lung cancer. Elijah now as a adult was alone with no figure to look up to but his own.

Work Test Results: Armory Engineer (repairs, maintains and if need be add modifications to weapons/armor issued by the vault authorized only by Vault Overseer(s) or Security Chief and Chief Armory Engineer

Other: Skills: Guns, Repair, Lock pick, Barter
(if his job isn't allowed then just straight up engineer)
(note in the picture of him he is dirty while in the vault he his clean and doesn't have a much scars as he does in the picture)

[fer1323]

Name: Oscar van De Molen
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Caste Ranking: refuge
Physical Description/Appearance:

Hider

Oscar stands 6’1 tall, broad shoulders and is well built. He has short fair black hair and blue eyes. He weighs 200 pounds which most of it is because of muscle. He wears a leather jacket because it is sturdy and has many pockets for easy access to small tools that he carries.

Biography: Despite cold-hearted when reminded about being motherless and have the tough guy attitude, he has a good humour and is a man of his word. His grandfather and mother, when she was still carrying him, seeking for shelter while they were on the run from raiders that attacked their traveling caravan. His father, who was one of the guards, stayed behind to allow his mother and grandfather. Soon after, she gave birth to him however she died during the operation. Oscar never knew his father however his Grandfather was a good enough for a father figure. His grandfather told Oscar about the world before the war and Oscar was fascinated, particularly in the old world tech. So he decide that he wanted to be a person who would be part of a team that would start to rediscover how to make the old tech. So in school, Oscar put all his energy into the skills that will help to achieve his dream. He spend most of his free time with the scientists or maintenance workers. Despite the superior equipment and education the vault, Oscar feels that to truly achieve his dream, he must leave the vault and explore the world and find the old world tech. Oscar also like to draw the things that his grandfather describes in his stories. Although these are not detailed in how they are built but it gives Oscar a idea to what tech he may find out in the outside world.
Work Test Results: fabricator
Other: skills: science, melee weapon, repair and barter

[Inkwell]

Ruth

Name: Ruth Lee Shaw

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Caste Ranking: Ref

Physical Description/Appearance:
Her eyes are Amber in colour very rare before the war and now it is practically unheard of. Her skin is very white in colour almost porcelain. Ruth is not very well built when in comes to muscle in fact she is very weak which is probably the main reason that she didn't get assigned to security. Her hair is naturally blonde in colour when she hasn't dyed it.

Biography: Ruth was born to some of the lowest of the low in the vault as her parents could only do very simple work. Her mother was a seamstress and her farther worked as a smith making cogs and pipes. Ruth's family has always had very low class jobs but they are proud and understand that someone has to do it. Here parents were always tired but they still found time for their precious daughter even though they were always tired. When her parents weren't around Ruth would always hang out with her three older brothers who she always looked up to. However when she was around them she had to dress like them as her brothers said it stopped her giving them icky girl diseases. In fact one day when her parents came home they found her brothers had cut her lovely shoulder length hair and had made it short and spiky on top with a buzz cut on the side. Let's just say her mother went ballistic and her father just laughed his ass off.

In her teenage years Ruth was a very much independent as her brothers had all moved on had their own jobs. Two worked maintenance but one of them had made a big leap in terms of position as he was assigned to the cafeteria as a cook. Her parents were very proud of their little cook as they called him. Ruth however was a bit of a disappointment as she was a trouble maker as she liked exploring the vault epically areas she shouldn't be in. She never caused damage to any of the equipment in these areas so she always got away lightly.

It wasn't until Ruth almost ended up electrocuted that her parents asked her why she was doing all these things Ruth just responded that she wanted to have fun now before she ended up doing some job for nobody scum like all her family members. That's when her parents told her about one of her long dead ancestors who used to be part of a militia that tried to rebuild a life in the wastelands. When the Vault 24 opened up her ancestor heard rumours about it and set off with a large group of refs to find it. He managed to lead the group safely to Vault 24 he had been mauled by creatures and irradiated when he went ahead to scout a path though the radiation. He died ten years after they had reached the vault and was much beloved by refs he had led however he was branded crazy and senile by the population of Vault 24. Ruth didn't believe their story until they gave her his old helmet and note book. She was fascinated by the stories in the book and all the diagrams filled with all sorts of information about the wastelands and how to survive. Ruth from then on kept the book and helmet with her to remind her of what a ref can do.

Work Test Results: Pest control (mostly controlling the Mole Rat population and caching anything that gets in from outside like rats).

Other: Skills- survival, trapping, rifle shooting

[Dasomen]

Name: Johnny B. Elwood
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Caste Ranking: Vault Citizen
Physical Description/Appearance: The most distinctive feature of John (or johnny if you prefer) is his rather prominent Pompadour and that dark dark little spot on his chin where his goatee rests. beyond that his face is rather angular giving it an almost chiseled appearance. brown hair, blue eyes, a chissled face with a thick little "soul patch" of a goatee on his chin, what was not to like?

Standing around 6,6 and coming in just around 180Lbs john's a tall drink of water. Asside from the standard vault dweller uniform of coveralls and a pipboy 3000 John's got a Leather jacket with a big yellow 24 with red outlines on the back. His pipboy is also a tiny bit bulkier than most others as he's added extra speakers and a stronger receiver.
Biography: Johnny B. Elwood was what some people could call a problem child, others would call him a good child, up in the air really, depended on how well you knew him. Johnny had two problems really. his horrendous luck, and his tendency to get a little "friendly" with members of the opposite sex. Johnny had short flings with a few girls to be blunt. Being born in the vault was a bit of a blessing and a curse. some people looked at him with tented glasses in a respect. his parents both vault physicians. one would expect science, math, technology and the urge to mend people's wounds were in his blood! but yeah no. only thing his blood had in it was music as far as anyone was concerned. well music and ideas of getting into pants, lots of pants or so people thought. in reality it was just the pants of three individuals. First there was jenny in the diner, then there was sara down in laundry. and then there was susan. when these three soon got boyfriends near the end of the goat, three very jealous boyfriends and the friendly "visits" didn't stop, the overseer of course had to take a bit of action. rather than have a brawl erupt in any of those places because Johnny was a little too good, John was delegated to jukebox repair through careful manipulation of the computer code. John's luck though is also quite bad. sure melt downs happen, things go boom, things break in a spectacular manner. but of all the people to walk into those rooms right when that stuff happens, 9 times out of 10 it's john. If ever a vitomatic vigor machine was gonna give someone a luck score of 1.... john would be the first in line to get that score.
Other: Johnny was also considered for several other positions in the vault such as the Fry Cook, the laundry cannon operator, and including Pedicurist. However one of the overseers had a hand in his posting in order to avoid conflict in the vault. When his test scores were submitted the terminal "crashed", allowing the overseer to "rewrite" his scores which set him as a jukebox technician.

[Xenonia]

Jerry Lowe

Name: Jerry Lowe
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Caste Ranking: Vault Citizen
Physical Description/Appearance: Jerry is extremely physically imposing, standing at seven foot one, weighing in at two hundred and eighty pounds, and almost entirely muscle, almost possible to mistake for a super mutant. However, it would be difficult to make that mistake given his pale, beige-ish flesh and the presence of thick brown hair on the top of his head, done up in a pompadour/quiff. His eyes are also far too colorful, a light blue in stark contrast to a mutant's pitch black. So I guess he WOULDN'T be mistakable for a mutant, really, aside from that size thing.

His clothes are similarly imposing, being a standard vault utility jumpsuit (the normal jumpsuits didn't quite stretch well enough) with the collar flipped up. His name is written on the inside back, in permanent marker. This is more for his convenience than for theft prevention.

Biography: Jerry was born to a maintenance technician and a diner worker. Not the most prestigious of beginnings, but a good stable home. Jerry's infancy and early childhood were smooth and easy, and things seemed to be going normally until he began schooling, when it became evident that something was very, very wrong. He did poorly in all subjects, even speech, which seemed to be stuck at a very early level. His parents hoped that this would simply work itself out, but it never did. The only thing he ever showed aptitude in was sports and physical education, something that made him useful to the Overseer: A dumb but reliable citizen, perfect for guard duty.

So it was that when Jerry took the GOAT, his scores seemed a bit... Off, showing far more thought put into the answers than had ever showed up on any of his previous work or examinations, as if someone else had done it for him. Of course, even if that were the case, nobody would ever admit so.

Work Test Results: Vault Security Guard
Other: Jerry has a SPECIAL intelligence score of 1. Melee Weapons, Unarmed, Survival.

[Larfleeze]

Name: Jolene Rivers
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Caste Ranking: Vault Citizen

Physical Appearance: Jolene is a girl of around average height for her age - 5'6, to be more specific. She's not especially skinny, but she isn't thick-set, either, having a balanced, lithe build that comes from eating her vegetables and carrying around books/medical equipment. Her skin is a fair, peachy shade, not pale, yet containing no tan due to staying in the vault, literally her entire life. Her hair is a strawberry blonde color, and being rather long, it's usually tied back into an efficient pony-tail, as to keep any strands from covering or irritating her eye. A black strip of cloth has effectively covered her left eye from the world. Jolene also typically wears her father's old lab coat over her Vault 24 jumpsuit, the lab coat holds some smaller medical supplies. It's mainly for avoiding any sort of infection whenever she's operating. As it used to belong to her father, Jolene holds it close to her heart.

Biography: Jolene was born to two high-ranking members of the Vault; The lead doctor, whom was her father, and a rather renowned chef of a mother - known for her Mole-Rate casseroles. As expected of her, she was naturally smart, putting her all into her studies and exams. Due to this, she skipped a grade earlier on in her life, which made her a bit of an outcast amongst the slightly older people of her class. In her other-wise stable environment, Jolene was a straight A student, and a person whom was expected to take on her father's old mantle - especially due to her interest in anatomy, and healing other people. Whether it was someone with a bruise, or someone whom had a bite from an invasive radroach, she was usually there with her mini-medkit in hand. This was rather cute when she was younger, and it grew to be impressive, as her knowledge on the matter developed alongside her body and mind. She didn't really care about the discrimination against refugees - Logic dictated that they had some radiation within them, but not enough to be lethal, or even contagious or dangerous to the other vault dwellers, so people pushing them away only made them look idiotic. Finally, the day came for her graduation, and the woman had full plans of celebrating with her parents, before heading over to the Medic-Bay to get situated with a new environment. A small incident in her childhood had forced her to don a cloth over her left eye - she doesn't like talking about it, and would change the subject whenever the topic came up. To this day, it's unknown to most people as to why her left eye is covered. Only her mother and father knows, along with the doctors of the vault. The incident is related to a Mole-Rat family escaping the kennels, however.

Work Test Results: She was assigned into the medical department, as a Surgeon, specializing in lacerations/puncture wounds.

Other: Skills - Medicine, Science, Energy Weapons, Explosives.

[Invisible Man]

Name: Enos
Age: N/A - Been living long enough in the wasteland to forget about his age and the amnesia doesn't help either. You can just assume he looks like a young adult.
Gender: Male
Caste Ranking: N/A
Physical Description/Appearance:
Physical Description/Appearance:

My Hider

Enos, as far as he could remember, used to be an Asian before his little incident. He is at the respectable height of 5'10 with a reasonable build of muscles and quick reflexes to survive the wasteland. He used to have some fine tanned skin up until he found his entire body had feel apart, removing his nose, most of his hair, some peeled hunks of flesh, and his skin tone changed from dark tan to a ugly pale looking color. He sports some light blue eyes, but doesn't remember if that was his original eye color, maybe it was actually ocean blue or some lush green! Now, Enos may look red headed, but it was actually some highlights from his dark colored hair from when he was normal, it was strange that only his highlighted hair managed to stay on his scalp and it seemed like the highlights were permanent from now on.

The ghoul wears some standard leather armor around his body. Since his armor is light, it doesn't really do much than protect against the elements and maybe a stray bullet from a fight. However, he mainly likes to sneak around in the shadows to get the jump on his enemies and also attack from long distances to keep himself far away from the bullet storm. He has several pouches around his waist to carry several easy to access objects like ammo, stimpacks, and maybe some Steady for those necessary shots. He carries the rest of his stuff inside of his backpack, mainly just water, food, more ammo, medical equipment, and two repair kits for his armor and weapon.

To keep himself light on his feet, he only carries around only two weapons. One is his trusty sniper in fair condition, he frequently has to keep it in order as they are quite fragile after constant use. Enos only has around twenty .308 bullets as they are actually pretty hard to come by, both in the market and the wasteland. His secondary weapon is a 10mm submachine gun for close combat purposes, he has around two clips in his pouches and around sixty more in his backpack, but they are still in their boxes. As 10mm bullets aren't too hard to come by, Enos cares less about missing with that rather than his sniper.

Biography: Enos wasn't always some sort of mutant freak, he used to be human actually quite not long ago. The boy was born inside the cruel lands of the wasteland, his parents were actually bandits. However, being bandits and parents are quite hard to balance, so they abandoned their evil ways to raise their child. Both parents were from the separate vaults in Colorado, but both eventual met each other inside their little gang of murders and thieves and feel in love. So, living in the wasteland was hard enough, but being raised in the wasteland makes life so much more harder for both his parents and the baby. Early in his life, he managed to learn to shoot a gun to protect himself from creatures and other people, but mainly the creatures. Enos also had to move around the lands with his parents for scavenging as his parents didn't really like the idea of living inside of a community.

As Enos grew, his knowledge also grew to survive the wasteland such as learning how to be better at killing things with guns! He never really liked to be hurt, so he always liked to sneak and shoot from long distances to avoid getting shot, stabbed, or any other painful way of dying. He also learned to survive off the wasteland to make medicine, edible food, and even some poisons. His parents taught him how to lockpick to get to the really good stuff in locked rooms and buildings. Enos never really figured out that his parents were actually bandits, and they preferred it that way to avoid drama. However, him and his parents did kill a sizable amount of people in the wasteland, mainly people that attacked them first.

So, few years pass and Enos is a young adult. He is still alive and relatively healthy with his aging parents still taking care of him. It was his turn to go out scavenging for supplies and food, these could take hours to days to come back, but they always managed to come back one way or another. He left with the necessary equipment of surviving in the wasteland and left to wander for supplies. Now, this is where the strange part of his life happens. It was around night, Enos had set up camp inside of some abandoned building making necessary precautions before settling down for some sleep. However, he was suddenly awoken when one of his noise traps sprung and then watching as some shadowy beings kidnapped him.

When his eyes finally opened again, he felt strange, his body felt heavy and sore with his head hurting heavily from something. He tried to remember what had happened, but he couldn't remember... Anything. He was slightly startled by this and he suddenly got to his feet, he was in the wasteland but he didn't know where he currently was passed out on. He started to panic before his eyes setting on some backpack labeled Enos, inside was all of his equipment and he figured that 'Enos' was his name. Everything he saw felt familiar, but he still couldn't remember anything from his past. He started to scratch his head, only to find small pieces of flesh on his hand. He was panicked once again before feeling his face, it felt leathery yet clammy at the same time amd couldn't even feel his own nose. Was he always like this? He couldn't tell, but Enos knew he couldn't have a mental breakdown in the middle of some strange land, his instincts guided him in this unforgiving wasteland like always.

He spent several days surviving off scavenged food and raw meat from the creatures that were also roaming the irradiated lands, and yet he still couldn't remember much. He retained most of his knowledge in survival from cooking to gunplay, however, he still couldn't remember anything about his past. All he could recall was seeing some strange lights and strange shadowy people kidnapping him. Enos knew that the whole shadowy people thing wasn't normal, but he didn't have a clue where to even start for clues about his strange past. All he could do was survive, but he knew that in the future he would figure out what had happened to him.

Currently, he resides inside of a complex of several abandoned buildings, both getting away from the heat and looking for some more supplies. However, he was completely unaware of a certain group of vault dwellers planning on entering the same complex of buildings.

Work Test Results: N/A

Other: Skills - Guns, Sneak, Survival, Lockpick