Thane

Aʀʀᴏᴡsᴍɪᴛʜ: Fʀᴇsʜᴍᴀɴ Yᴇᴀʀ

I like two weeks. I frequently can't be bothered to write up anything for a few days, then I get in the mood but feel a little rushed if I've only got a day or two left, so two weeks would be nice.

Fallout: Apocalypse

I felt his strengths outweighed his weaknesses so gave him a couple extra. Hope he's okay, but I'm fine with making adjustments if needed. I also made his parents intelligent and talented because I thought it'd be far more likely that they'd be recruited/allowed into the vault that way.

Edit: Had to replace the Wasteland Survival Guide since it hadn't been written yet.

Duncan Ward

Name: Duncan Ward
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Faction: Dweller

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Backstory: Duncan was born in the year of 2075 in Denver, Colorado. He’s the son of Jessica Ward, an extremely talented engineer and scientist who worked on cryogenic engineering before and as it turned out after the war. His father John Ward was a decorated sergeant in the U.S army who was recruited by Vault-Tec whilst he was on leave. They had the connections to get him honourably discharged, offered to almost triple his salary, said they were willing to house his family in a vault if the worst came to pass and it meant he’d see his wife and son a hell of a lot more. It was a quadruple win. Both ended up working for Vault-Tec and when the nukes dropped on October 23rd, 2077 they were all already housed safely inside the vault.

The family was frozen and defrosted (ha!) periodically over the next 150 years and as promised they were always kept active (unfrozen) and inactive (asleep/frozen) at the same times. John became one of the vault security guards and later a security chief, his military skills making him highly efficient in both positions. His mom worked on the cryogenic functions of the vault, making sure everything kept working as it should and occasionally helping with other scientific endeavors.

Duncan grew up spending equal amounts of time with both of his parents. His mom taught him the basics of engineering and science and instilled a love of knowledge and learning into the boy. His father for his part made sure his son grew up disciplined and strong. Duncan respected both as people and although he would occasionally rebel he did very much love and appreciate them. He excelled in the classroom but ultimately wanted to become a security officer like his father. He loved weapons, enjoying reading about them and tinkering on them. His father taught him how to maintain them as well, although he never actually shot one. He also loved how his dad got to know everyone in the vault and wanted the same in his line of employment. Unfortunately for him his own academic success worked against him. The Overseer argued that making someone so obviously intelligent a mere guard would be a waste of resources, so Duncan was assigned to instead be his mother's apprentice.

He was disappointed for a while, but soon learned to love his work. It was important stuff after all, he was training to be one of the people who made it possible for families to stay together over the long years and would help keep those with extreme talent and genius alive for centuries. Luckily for him he was also allowed to do part time weapon repairs, something he loved. He found it peaceful, ironically.

When the team for the Arc-Prime mission was assembled he insisted he be on it. His combined intellectual and practical talents as well as his young age and relative physical fitness making him an ideal candidate.

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Special Skills:
S: 5
P: 5
E: 7
C: 5
I: 8
A: 6
L: 5

Equipment/Gear:
10mm Pistol
50 10mm Rounds
5 Stimpacks
3 Rad-a-Way
Reinforced Vault Suit
Respirator
3 Bottles of Water
2 Ration Packs
Pip-Boy 3000-D (Equipped with Sonar Upgrade)
Weapon Repair Kit
Guns and Bullets (Book)
Deans Electronics (Book)

Strengths:

Intellect
Adaptability
Love of Learning/Curiosity

Weaknesses:

Naivety
Idealistic
Reckless
Soft Hearted
Temperamental

Fallout: Apocalypse

<Snipped quote by Thane>

Yup, most are Vault-Tec staff or family members of them. 99% of the Vault are aware of their purpose.

There are multiple roles within in, Security, Scientist, Engineer etc.

@Legion-114

Thanks! I think I'm going to do someone who entered the vault as a toddler and spent most of the years frozen so his parents could actually raise him. I also think he'll be in the business of weapon maintenance. Someone's gotta keep those pieces working over the centuries and it'll give him a reason to be on the team.

Fallout: Apocalypse

<Snipped quote by Orion>

Yes, but remember that most of the population in the Vault are from 2077.

@Legion-114

Oh, so I assume their jobs will be based on what they did before the war?

Aʀʀᴏᴡsᴍɪᴛʜ: Fʀᴇsʜᴍᴀɴ Yᴇᴀʀ

mrinitialman.com/OddsEnds/Sizes/sizes...

I love this website. Hilarious to see some of the height differences between characters.

Fallout: Apocalypse

@Legion-114 Does the vault have some form of the G.O.A.T or are occupations picked some other way?

Aʀʀᴏᴡsᴍɪᴛʜ: Fʀᴇsʜᴍᴀɴ Yᴇᴀʀ

Kas just sat in the same spot finishing his pizza and slowly biting away at his fries, which absolutely fucking sucked without ketchup. The atmosphere at the table was a little awkward and he’d occasionally catch someone glaring at him, but they would look down or away as soon as he shot one back. The blonde asshole had yet to return so when someone suddenly placed their hands on his shoulders it did indeed startle him a little. His first instinct was to shoot up off his legs and throw his head back at the same time, hopefully breaking the fuckers nose but luckily he took the time to look at the hands over his shoulders first. Small female hands. He tilted his head around enough to see that this newcomer was the beautiful and fantastical Poetry Sundance. Kas couldn’t help but grin at her presence, a grin that showed no sign of faltering as the girl spoke.

"Now, what do we have here~" she laughed lightly, "Not playing nicely, are we~? What a peculiar hobby~" She beamed gently down at him, removing her hands as if to proclaim her innocence.

"All that quarreling will give you indigestion~" she hummed, with a wink, "Of course I could just give you a hug to cure you of all your amped up arrgo, Kassy Boy~ Not sure it'd do much for your rep though~"

“But you see now darling what point does a reputation have if it doesn’t help me get hugs from my appealing peers?” Kas spoke, his grin turning into a cheeky smirk.

"YO KAS!!!! Man get yo rugby playin, Russian mafia, Euro ho-trafficking lookin ass up and give me a dap, bruh!!" He said with a smile. "Surprised you ain't knocked anyone's ass out yet. No wait...you probably did...tell me you already did." Ezera said.

Kas quickly spun out from the table and got to his feet, laughing the whole time and quickly fist bumping his friend. “I’ve only hit two people in the entire three months I’ve been in this country bro, you giving me too much credit and anyhow, beautiful Poetry here just offered to soothe my aggression.” He smiled, turning back to the whimsical girl.

She was smaller than he remembered, almost a head and neck shorter than him. He leaned his head in slightly.

“You know, I’d tell you to stop dipping into your parents stash but I dip into my own all the time and as far as I know I’ve never spoken like a character from Alice in Wonderland.” He whispered before laughing a little and smiling. “So, can I have that hug Poetry from Wonderland?” He asked, his features softening as his eyebrows raised in that inquisitive way.

Aʀʀᴏᴡsᴍɪᴛʜ: Fʀᴇsʜᴍᴀɴ Yᴇᴀʀ

Aw man. Dilemma. Should Derek go chat with Abbie and Clyde or do what Kas did and make that how they meet.

@alexfangtalon

I'm already in a collab otherwise that would have been awesome. Their future friendship is going to be pretty great either way though.

Aʀʀᴏᴡsᴍɪᴛʜ: Fʀᴇsʜᴍᴀɴ Yᴇᴀʀ

Location: School Cafeteria

The first class had fucking sucked. The second class had sucked even more. Kas couldn’t really understand any of it. Probably a result of sleeping or skiving all through primary school and never even going to secondary school except for those one or two times he was forced to during the short time he was in foster care. Fuck it, he was already making as much money as most parents were and once he could move to a city he’d be making a hell of a lot more. All he had to do was make it another year or two so he could drop out and chase money full time. Thinking about money, he needed to visit Brian to re-up soon. A smile spread across his face for possibly the first time that day when the bell rang signalling lunch time.

Springing from his seat as everyone else did he quickly headed for the lunch room, shoving past quite a few people on his way there and cutting into the lunch line. He wasn’t in a great mood. To be fair he doubted many of his peers were either. Even the kids who could function in class weren’t all that eager to be there. The ones who were were pretty unique. He picked the hot food, preferring pizza by far to a damn sandwich. Walking back out to the tables he looked around, scanning the groups of people. They seemed to sit in their age groups, same as in England. From freshmen to seniors or whatever. Wanting to piss someone off Kas headed directly for one of the tables packed with older kids, taking a seat between two older girls. He flashed a smile at each of them.

“What’s up?” He asked, taking a bite of his pizza.

Before the ladies could reply some blonde haired, blue eyed, broad shouldered asshole from across the table piped in. The confidence in his eyes was enough to make Kas want to break his jaw.

“I’m sorry, this table is for seniors. The freshmen usually sit over there.” The dude spoke, pointing towards a group of slightly smaller tables at the other side of the room. The people Kas’ age looked largely nervous, uncertain of themselves.

“This table, like every other table in this room is for any fucker who sits at it. You, these beautiful girls sat on either side of me and myself. You got a problem with that maybe you should go sit with my fellow freshmen.” Kas said, giving a false smile, his eyes filled with cold anger.

This time a girl next to the blonde haired dude chimed in. “We have another friend who usually sits there though.”

“Well darling, this is America. My cousin, being the smartass that he is informed me that this country is capitalism on steroids. No offence intended, that part of moving here was actually a plus for me, capitalism being gaining from other people's losses and all I back it fully. I say that to say this though. Fuck that punk! I gained, he lost… Though thus far what I gained is in question. I always thought the polite Brit stereotype was bullshit but you fuckers are making me seriously question that.”

“Yo man, just freaking move!”

“Try fucking make me you Macklemore looking prick! Either step to me or shut the fuck up!” Kas spat, obviously losing his temper. Thankfully his volume didn’t quite get to shouting level and seemed to be drowned out by all the other lunch time noise before it could reach the wrong ears. The blonde kid looked a mix of shocked and scared for a minute before mumbling something under his breath and getting up.

“Works for me.” Kas smiled, taking another bite of his pizza. “Where do ya’ll keep the ketchup?” He asked the girl on his left.

Aʀʀᴏᴡsᴍɪᴛʜ: Fʀᴇsʜᴍᴀɴ Yᴇᴀʀ

Is this the set up in most U.S schools?