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

[b]Physical Description/Appearance:[/b] 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.

[b]Biography:[/b] 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.

[b]Work Test Results:[/b] 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.

[b]Other:[/b] Skills - Repair, Melee, Guns, Survival.
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