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Fallout: New York

Name: Zelina Xeriva


Sex: Female


Age: 22


Appearance:
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S.P.E.C.I.A.L:


(I need you to upload it for me. I can't on mobile.)


Personality: Zelina was one of Vault 33's security officers, she's always been a bit brusk, and hostel to others. She also has a love of powered armour, big weapons and fire.


On her G.O.A.T she got a strange result, soldier. Since Vault 33 had no need for soldiers she was made a security offficer.
 
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Alright here are zee statz


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(Edit - Didn't take screenshot with below stats, but when I add the stats to the Mechanics tab, I'll have the +15 added there for each!)


Repair


Energy Weapons


Explosives
 
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Name: Elizabeth Trost


Sex: Female


Age: 27


Appearance: Long brown hair, light blue eyes, a rather slender frame for the most part, only changed by the obvious muscle mass in her legs and lower arms.


SPECIAL and Stat Screenshot:
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Personality: She's a locksmith by nature and a politician second, depending on all things, she's rather par the course for attempting to hold some office if things go her way.
 

Name:

Bernard "Roach" Maxwell




Sex:

Male




Age:

41




Appearance:


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(This is just how his face and body look like. He wears a ripped up Vault jumpsuit)




SPECIAL and Stat Screenshot:


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Personality:

Staying months trapped in the lowest parts of the Vault without anyone to talk to isn't exactly good for your mental sanity. This is exactly what happened to Bernard Maxwell. He was once a mechanic of Vault 33, but one day, when he was checking some of the machinery, the doors malfunctioned and locked behind him, leaving the man trapped. He survived by hunting and eating Radroaches and drinking water that leaked from one of the pipes. He was found months later by some of the security guards that heard strange noises coming from one of the locked machinery rooms. Bernard was immediatly brought to the clinic, where they established his mental and physical health. He was very paranoid, and had problems talking with people. Sometimes, he just kept talking to himself, whispering some weird gibberish. His body wasn't in good shape either. Everyone started calling him "Roach", for how he looked and his... Particular smell. The Overseer deemed Bernard "expendable", and sent him out into the wastes.​




 

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The door of Vault 33 was massive, unbreakable, and more obviously; the door was closed. And they had been since the year 2077, when one-thousand citizens fled the New York streets to find refuge within the steel walls of the vaults that offered safety from the imminent nuclear threat. Now, inside the Vault, people lived happily under the all-seeing eye of the overseer. Here, in the safety of the vault, two dwellers would soon begin the first day of their new jobs.


(Alright, go ahead and get your characters started off and introduced. Remember, all enemy encounters will be brought up by myself, the DM)
 
Zelina woke up slowly to the sound of her alarm clock blaring in her ear. She pushed her self up in bed, and blinked a few times looking back and forth at her small square room. She took note of the mess. She had a few empty bottles of nuka cola laying about, and her security vest laying on her table. She slowly got out of bed dressed only in her grey shorts, and under shirt. As she walked towards her dresser she stepped on a nuka bottle, and sliped. As she fell she grabbed ahold of her dresser, and pulled herself up. She quickly got dressed in a dirty Vault 33 suit, and slopply threw on her vest. Walking across the small room to her fridge she adjusted her vest. As she pulled out a bottle of nuka cola she saw the read out on her clock, 8:06. She was late for the security meeting.
 
"Attention all Vault 33 residents. This is your overseer. The security meeting scheduled is scheduled for 8:00 am. According to the security division, we are short two people. Again, the security meeting is scheduled 8:00 am and we're two people short." The overseer coughed, and whispered something incoherently to another dweller before continuing. "Also, it's come to my attention that Mrs. Davis has locked herself out of her room again. Could we get the locksmith over to her room please? Thank you, that is all."


The intercom cut off and the residents continued with their day.
 
Her name is Elizabeth. If she wasn't the damned best Locksmith in this vault(READ: only one), then nobody was. Currently, after a long night trying to figure out how to recycle old keys. Thanks to the durability of your standard issue key, this wasn't too easy without a crucible and sadly, she lacked the qualifications to operate such a hot device. Noticing her summons, off she went, lockpicks and masterkeys weren't too difficult, just make all the locks the same and you're good, really all you have to worry about.
 
Mrs. Davis sat outside with her right hand placed firmly on the steel surface of the her door. Her face was patient, but uncomfortable, and as she saw Elizabeth walking down the hall, she let out a smile of relief and smiled.


"Oh, Elizabeth, my dear girl! I'm so sorry for making you come all the way here to unlock my door again. This is the third time this week." It was the fifth, but her old age made her memory. Of course, in Mrs. Davis' case, it also made her insanely paranoid. This was made more obvious when Mrs. Davis placed her hand on Elizabeth's arm and said: "I'm telling you, though. It's those darn radroaches! They keep taking my keys from me while I sleep!"
 
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