Name: Lawrence (Nightshift general mechanic)
Age: 24
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Hair: Chestnut Brown
Eyes: Brown
Height: 1.83 m
Weight: 178 lbs
Level: 1
Experience: 0
ST: 5
PE: 6 (7 at night, 5 during the day)
EN: 4
CH: 4
IN: 9 (10 at night, 8 during the day)
AG: 6
LK: 5
Hit Points: 28
Carry Weight: 150 lbs
Action Points: 8
Sequence: 14 at night, 10 during the day
Melee Damage: 1
Critical Chance: 5%
Healing Rate: 1
Poison Resist: 20%
Radiation Resist: 8%
Gas Resist: 0/0
Electricity Resist: 30%
Armor Class: 6
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DT DR
Normal:
Laser:
Fire:
Plasma:
Explode:
Small Guns: 29%
Big Guns: 12%
Energy Weapons: 12%
Unarmed: 52%
Melee Weapons: 62%
Throwing: 24%
First Aid: 26% at night, 22% during the day
Doctor: 22% at night, 18% during the day
Sneak: 23%
Lockpick: 38% at night, 36% during the day
Steal: 18%
Traps: 23% at night, 21% during the day
Science: 75% at night, 67% during the day
Repair: 65% at night, 59% during the day
Pilot: 26% at night, 22% during the day
Speech: 20%
Barter: 16%
Gambling: 25%
Outdoorsman: 28% at night, 24% during the day
Traits:
Night Person (-1 IN and PE during the day, 0601-1800, and +1 IN and PE during the night, 1801-0600)
Tech Wizard (+15% to Science, Repair and Lockpicking, -1 to PE, hunched back when sitting)
Lawrence's childhood pinned him as the typical nerd. He was always hunched over, his nose in a book, and he would always get high grades in class but found himself lacking in the social and physical skills. His teacher was his only friend as far as he knew. When he came of age and was old enough to work for a living and be on his own, he readily took up the dreaded night shift. He knew a lot about machines and overall vault maintenance due to all of the books he read. He was most awake during the long nights too, thanks to his studying habits. Suffice to say, he got the job of night shift mechanic without much hassle. In fact, they practically threw it at him.
The hum of machinery, the creaks and groans of various pipes, the flickering of light fixtures, and the clicking of keyboard buttons became his life. It was all he heard, and all he needed. Friends were hard to come by given the hours he worked, and those who did go out of their way to meet him, only piled on broken stuff for him to fix. 'Favors'. And his reward each time? 'Thanks'. His life was like this for a good few years until...