Name:
[indent]Phil O.C.C. Franke[/indent]
Gender:
[indent]Male[/indent]
Age:
[indent]23[/indent]
Physical Description (pictures are fine):
[indent]He stands at 5'4, weighing in on the lighter side of 115 lbs.  His ethnicity is unknown, although it can be narrowed down by his large eyes, high cheekbones, and pale skin tone.  He has dark brown hair, though it's so dark most would have preferred to call it black.  His build makes him incredibly flexible for a Vault Dweller, and his ability to orient himself in any position proves uncanny.  Not that he cares.[/indent]
Personality:
[indent]Psycho.  If anything, he's freaking psycho.  He feigns seizures at any given moment, and when he talks, the entirety of his jabber comes out as spluttering jargons that only by the grace of God people could still understand him.  While generally one for the greater good, he may seem to want to do otherwise at times, especially when he screams out into the night.[/indent]
Bio :
[indent]Although he was raised alongside many others in an otherwise normal Vault environment, Phil grew up to be strange, eccentric, though certainly never antisocial.  Prankster, troublemaker, whatever you might call him, he did everything for the benefit of some blabbering conjuration.  At the very least, whenever it was mentioned or if he saw something black, he'd bend down in obedience.  Thus, he was very easy to coerce and control.  Over time, he grew to like his job (and his ability to make things go which ever way he so desired) and descended further into the madness that he lives in today.[/indent]
Job : 
[indent]Shift Supervisor[/indent]
Inventory :
[indent][list]
[*]Pip Boy
[*]Vault Suit
[*]10mm Pistol
[/list][/indent]
Rad Level :
[indent]0[/indent]

Strength: 5
Perception: 5
Endurance: 5
Charisma: 4
Intelligence: 3
Agility: 8
Luck: 10