Name: Silvia Gray
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Appearance: Silvie is a petite woman at 5'3" with a round face and a slim frame. She has a fair skin with light freckles, and a couple of vitiligo patches that bleach her skin, most notably around her left eye and the right side of her cheeks and neck. Her eyes are round and light blue in color, her mouth is small with peach colored lips, her nose is slender and delicate, and atop her head is a long choppy bob of platinum blonde hair.
Family: Younger brother, Bruce (the dog that's watching over her).
Traits: Naive, alert, creative, caring, cautious, curious, a pushover, far from used to killing so wants to avoid it at all costs, prefers the company of animals and robots after enough humans tried to kill her.
Skills: Stealthy, has a knack for building/fixing things, hacking terminals, bringing people together, being a great distraction.
Flaws: Panicky, has poor aim, hoards too many things, attracts trouble, inexperienced, unlucky, has difficulty with big decisions.
Likes: Making things, learning, sugar bombs, her new companions, soft and warm things, robots.
Dislikes: Raiders, killing, drugs, roast roach, feral ghouls.
Fears: Bugs, heights, being alone.
SPECIAL: 3 strength, 1 perception, 4 endurance, 6 charisma, 6 intelligence, 7 agility, 2 luck
Favored Weapons: Automatic/Semi-automatic pistols.

Brief History: Silvie was born and raised in Vault 200 where the experiment was to make the vault dwellers believe that the Great War never happened, and that they stay underground not for protection, but for religious purposes. Every generation or so, the Overseer picks a young child to go and live on the surface as the chosen one, and the most recent child was Silvie's younger brother, Adam, who was given to people in white suits 10 years ago. Silvie missed her brother dearly, but everything continued on in the vault as normal until raiders broke in and managed to kill everyone except for Silvie who was hiding. Managing to escape with her life, Silvie is now thrust into a dangerous new world with no experience, Silvie must try and find out if her younger brother is still alive while a dog she encounters acts as her protector.

Isaac Jost

Age: 24
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Appearance: 5'9", Swept back dark brown hair, brown eyes, copper skin, small radiation burns across his face. Outside of settlements, he usually wears a green assault gas mask.
Family: A mother and father who live back at the settlement he grew up in.
Traits: Independent, kind of shy, protective of common people.
Skills: Good shot, expert tracker, lockpicking, first aid, making and maintaining weapons.
Flaws: Bad at interacting with strangers, weak in a physical confrontation, pessimistic.
Likes: Warm meals, Hunting, well oiled machines
Dislikes: Bullies, Dust, Corn
Fears: Lightning, Crowds, Radscorpions
SPECIAL: 1 strength, 8 perception, 3 endurance, 3 charisma, 3 Intelligence, 7 agility, 5 luck
Favored Weapons: Bolt-action rifles

Brief History: Isaac grew up in a small, relatively peaceful settlement in the southwestern territories of what was once the United States. He liked the quiet lifestyle, but life on the farm wasn't without incident. Raiders were an ever-present threat, and although they were never able to overrun the settlement or cause too much damage, Isaac quickly learned to hate those who preyed upon the innocent and weak. Eventually, not long after Isaac came of age, his simple life came to an end. The territory in which he lived was swept up in the expansionist wave of the NCR, and with many of the settlements residents leaving to join the Republic's military, it became clear that Isaac's home would soon fade into dust. While his parents left to sharecrop for the NCR, Isaac choose instead to set off on his own. He made a meager living as a hunter, killing geckos and wild bighorners, but quickly found that killing raiders was a more profitable and satisfying business. Now he wanders the wastes, stalking those who would take advantage of the defenseless.