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Name: Eric Stonewell

Age: 26

Race: Human (Vault-Dweller)

Sex: Male

Skills: Scouting (Sneak/Stealth), Wilderness Survival (cooking, meat harvesting), Weapon Skills (Self taught for most of it), Mechanical Skills (Minor Maintaining) Overall, Eric is a self taught survivalist in this world of unknowns and death all around. He has taken what skills he has seen others use, and ones he has learned on his own. While he is not the best at these, he has enough skill to survive in this place.

Personality: Driven, focused, and hard working is what the members of Vault 81 would say about Eric. In the Wastelands however, everything gets a bit muddled. Eric has adapted to life in the Wastelands a bit too well. While he has not become a raider, there are times when he uses rather questionable tactics and can be murky when it comes to morals at times. Over all, Eric does want to help people, but he tends to hold that most wastelanders are always after something when you help you.

While he is focused and driven, he can some times get tunnel vision, forgetting about his surroundings as he dives towards his goal, and this has cost him a few times, and he has the scars to show it. He is hard working, but this is again something that can cause many problems for him as well, as he can lose sight of his own safety or limits.

Weapons & armor/clothing: Eric is a man who values what he currently has and knows it will mean the difference between living and dying. He still wears his original Vault 81 suit, but it has been clearly patched in places. Over his chest is the front part of the rather useful, and commonly seen, metal armor. His armor has been welded so it is heavier, but more resistant to firearms. His arms and legs are covered with heavy studded leather, allowing the freedom of movement with a degree of protection. The armor is worn and has seen much use in the wastelands.

His main weapons are of prewar design. A well maintained and heavily modified Combat Rifle with a rather large bayonet on the barrel, a basic heavy 10mm pistol, and a combat knife that seems to have been scavenged from a prewar military installation.

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Metal Armor (Chest, Heavy, Stealth, Asbestos Lined)

Leather Armor (Arms and Legs, Sturdy, Studded mod on all, Sleek for Legs, Pocketed on Arms)

Vault 81 Suit (Shielded), Vault 81 Security Helmet (Repainted)
 
Combat Rifle (Glow Sights, Calibrated Powerful Receiver, Full Stock, Long Ported Barrel, Large Bayonet, Large Magazine)

10mm Pistol (Heavy model, well used)

Combat Knife (Serrated, stealth)
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Previous Factions:

Faction: Vault 81

Backstory: Eric Stonewell comes from a group of people who has always wanted to open the Vault to the outside world. He was one of the advocates for it as well, and when the doors were opened for traders, he started his training regime. He did what he could in the vault, and upon the second half being opened, he was one of the ones who did physical labor to help prepare his body for the heavy lifting of the wilds.

When the colony was approved for the outside, he was the first to step forwards to help build the colony. The walls, the buildings, the towers, everything for the vault colony was something he helped to build, but he realized they would need more. Sure, the Sole Survivor helped make sure trade caravans got there, and the Minutemen were all over the place, but... There would always be break downs in things.

That is when the idea dawned on him. A second location they could colonize, or even just eventually retreat to if they ever needed it, their own form of Project Safehouse. Eric was one of many who would go out to do this. Diamond city was always an idea, but it was too crowded and had far, far too many snobbish people, so something else was needed.

Bring handed a 10mm pistol, a Vault-Security Suit, some water and rations, he made his way into the wastelands. It didn't take long for him to have to start modifying things, trading services for equipment, and generally learning how to survive out here. He found a combat rifle, battered and badly damaged, on the beach during his explorations, and with the help of the Minutemen, he got it functional and modified to his liking. He traded with them as well, eventually helping to set up a deal for himself, he would spread the word of the Minutemen, and help where he could, and in exchange, they would help him with his gear.

Add several months of time, many dead raiders, and a lot of walking, Eric was now on his way to Salem. Rumors of people trying to start up a settlement there had peaked his ears. The Minutemen had no force out here, few traders, and many issues. It sounded perfect. He knew it was going to take a few days to reach it. He was going to leave out of the Castle and travel there on his own. It was going to be fun.


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