Hillan

Fallout - Vault 127

Oh yeah, I meant to ask. How much of the story will be spent inside of the vault?

Fallout - Vault 127

Full Designated Name:

Michael T. Jackson

Nicknames or alternate names:

Mike, Blackfinger.

Age:

19

Gender:

Male

Race:

Caucasian, Human.

Appearance:

6'1, 170 pounds. Slim, athletic, keeps in good shape but isn't buff. Wears a Vault 127 Jumpsuit, as opposed to the skintight-variant. Wears a pair of goggles on his forehead and a pair of gloves either in his pocket or on his hands. Once outside of the vault, he'll take off the upper part of the jumpsuit, sporting a more 'casual' blue pants and grey shirt look.

Sexual Orientation:

Straight.

General Personality and Outlook on Others:

Kind, mechanically intelligent, idealistic and he believes everything in live follows reason. He thinks people are logical machines, just like terminals, engines or guns. And there for, they should be predictable.

Hobbies and Interests:

Tinkering, building and reading. He's a nerd, through and through. He quite enjoys listening to radio and sings a fair bit in his spare time. He's worn out the holotape deck in the vault several times, as such getting very good at repairing it.

Profession and Position:

Junkrat If the sink's leaking, or if the nuclear reactor is acting up, Mike is the one you call, he'll come with a wrench in hand and a handful of bolts, screws and shitloads of duct tape.

Recognized Past:

His mother died during childbirth, his father raised him and his brother well, they were smart and strong boys. Randall strong, while Michael was smart, the two could solve just about any conflict if they put their heads to it. Mike and Randy both became Mechanical Technicians, just like their father, working together on keeping the vault running, at the behest of the overseer. When Mike was 18, a power outage occured at the Vault, and he and Randy went to fix the power, a shortage in one of the cables - a livewire fell down, about to hit Mike dead, when Randy leapt in front of the way, knocking his baby brother away from the wire, but getting hit himself, the electric discharge in his body put the young man in a coma, where he's been for the last year and a half. Mike's worked twice as hard ever since.

Talents, Abilities, and Skills:

As previously stated, he's smart, very skilled when it comes to repairing things, ranging from complex electronics to engines. He's a decent gunsmith, though he's not much of a shot himself, and even knows his way around a few explosives. He's midly charismatic, but mostly aloof, people tend to not think of him as a threat. Due to his relatively small frame, he would make an excellent user of stealth.

Relationships with others:

Naive and Nice are not usually two traits that will last you very long in the wasteland, and Michael has both.

Family members and status:

Cassandra Jackson; Mother - Deceased.
Jamie T. Jackson; Father - Deceased.
Randall Jackson; Older Brother - Comatose.

Additional information and Notes:

He's afraid of bugs and the very sound of wings buzzing around him sends chills down his spine.

Fallout - Vault 127

@HillanAwesome!

A note, though. Because we not have three mechanic characters, one being the main mechanic (Elias, Orlan's character), and mine fixing things that she sees need to be fixed, Would it be okay if Mike a more grunt approach? I'm sure that Elias and Mia would both agree that learning the best way to land is when you're actively being thrown out of a plane, and since he is the youngest, and the lower end of the totem pole, he's be a bit more volunteered for gruntwork, while Elias and Mia would take care of the more deadly and dangerous problems in the vault since Mike's only a kid.

Of course, these are my own beliefs, and @Orlan should also have a pitch in this.

@pyroman

Seems reasonable. Though, gruntwork sounds to me like it would be the more dangerous and deadly parts of the work. Being more disposable, and what not.

Fallout - Vault 127

Full Designated Name:

Michael T. Jackson

Nicknames or alternate names:

Mike, Blackfinger.

Age:

19

Gender:

Male

Race:

Caucasian, Human.

Appearance:

6'1, 170 pounds. Slim, athletic, keeps in good shape but isn't buff. Wears a Vault 127 Jumpsuit, as opposed to the skintight-variant. Wears a pair of goggles on his forehead and a pair of gloves either in his pocket or on his hands. Once outside of the vault, he'll take off the upper part of the jumpsuit, sporting a more 'casual' blue pants and grey shirt look.

Sexual Orientation:

Straight.

General Personality and Outlook on Others:

Kind, mechanically intelligent, idealistic and he believes everything in live follows reason. He thinks people are logical machines, just like terminals, engines or guns. And there for, they should be predictable.

Hobbies and Interests:

Tinkering, building and reading. He's a nerd, through and through. He quite enjoys listening to radio and sings a fair bit in his spare time. He's worn out the holotape deck in the vault several times, as such getting very good at repairing it.

Profession and Position:

Junkrat If the sink's leaking, or if the nuclear reactor is acting up, Mike is the one you call, he'll come with a wrench in hand and a handful of bolts, screws and shitloads of duct tape.

Recognized Past:

His mother died during childbirth, his father raised him and his brother well, they were smart and strong boys. Randall strong, while Michael was smart, the two could solve just about any conflict if they put their heads to it. Mike and Randy both became Mechanical Technicians, just like their father, working together on keeping the vault running, at the behest of the overseer. When Mike was 18, a power outage occured at the Vault, and he and Randy went to fix the power, a shortage in one of the cables - a livewire fell down, about to hit Mike dead, when Randy leapt in front of the way, knocking his baby brother away from the wire, but getting hit himself, the electric discharge in his body put the young man in a coma, where he's been for the last year and a half. Mike's worked twice as hard ever since.

Talents, Abilities, and Skills:

As previously stated, he's smart, very skilled when it comes to repairing things, ranging from complex electronics to engines. He's a decent gunsmith, though he's not much of a shot himself, and even knows his way around a few explosives. He's midly charismatic, but mostly aloof, people tend to not think of him as a threat. Due to his relatively small frame, he would make an excellent user of stealth.

Relationships with others:

Naive and Nice are not usually two traits that will last you very long in the wasteland, and Michael has both.

Family members and status:

Cassandra Jackson; Mother - Deceased.
Jamie T. Jackson; Father - Deceased.
Randall Jackson; Older Brother - Comatose.

Additional information and Notes:

He's afraid of bugs and the very sound of wings buzzing around him sends chills down his spine.

Fallout - Vault 127

@HillanAlways open!

Vault Dwellers are not required, but they are strongly recommended, at least for the start. Then you can go and kill them off and introduce whatever you'd like, if you'd like of course.

@pyroman

I have an old Wasteland roamer character I've never really gotten the chance to fully explore, but I'm fine with using him as a secondary and making a younger Vaultdweller starting out!

How does a fresh-faced, naive kid with a knack for repairing stuff sound?

Fallout - Vault 127

I trust there's still room here?

Am I to understand we are to play Vault Dwellers?

The Vigilante (rocketrobie2 and Hillan)

Ted nodded and put on the suit, dressing down in private before emerging from a changing room in the suit, flexing and stretching his arms. Putting the cowl over his face once he was back in Scott's precense. He saw a HUD, like that of a video game appearing in front of his eyes. "Why would I ever need to know the barometric pressure?" Ted asked once that parameter showed up. "And what does the suit run on? Am I standing inside of a nuke?" He asked, just as curiously.

He flexed and looked at the wall. "You want me to climb the wall? Aren't the claws gonna cause thousands of dollars of damage to the surfaces I climb on?" He asked again, his words might have seemed sarcastic, but they were genuine curiosity. Scott talked about increased strength and Ted nodded, jumping up and down twice, it felt a lot less restrictive than normal - kind of like being on the anti gravity fields in Razorball.

Walking towards the wall, he put his hand up against it, and for a second, his hand was stuck on it. But when he pulled it off, the grip gave way, releasing him. He put a hand and a foot on the wall - just like climbing a climbing wall at the amusement parks, he thought to himself. Soon, he made his several meters up. "Now what? Do I just jump? Or is that gonna break my legs? I have wings? Grappling hook?... Alien pet?" Ted asked, this time sarcastically, both his hands on the wall, so he couldn't exactly pat his suit to find any such thing.

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