[Characters] Vault 37b Roster

[hvg3akaek]

Please post your character description here. You can just copy and paste from what you posted in the submission, though if you can work in some relationship with each of the other characters, that would be good. Please discuss such relationships in the OOC thread - this thread is just for a final overview of each of the characters (so, one post each ). These are purely character posts, character mechanics are not needed (you can keep sheets private, or at least in your private threads).

If you could, using the format Connor made popular would be great (including a picture for everyone), and make each entry have a unifying feel to it

[kenneth]

Morgan Childress Character Name: Morgan Childress Class: 4e Rogue (Technician) Race: Human Age: 19   Character Description: Morgan likes his alone time, when he can swing it. He'd rather fuss over a twisted piece of junk than speak. When he does talk, he can be a bit intense. He's blunt, undiplomatic, and has no trouble telling folks exactly how he feels. That's not to say he doesn't have a certain charisma. He just tends to be a little overwhelming to the uninitiated. Looking perpetually scruffy is one of his great gifts. His brown hair is cropped short and while it's clean, it almost always needs a comb run through it. There also seems to be about a days worth of growth on his sparse beard no matter when you find him. He dresses to cover, not to impress. As a matter of course, his coveralls are wrinkled, patched and threadbare. There's usually a healthy helping of grease and dirt both on his clothes and under his nails. He's not a slob. He just doesn't think about being clean while he's working, which is most of the time. His light brown eyes smolder under knitted brows. They always look a little angry when he's not conscious of someone being near. He'd say he's just thinking hard, but most people tend to think he looks mean. Those brown eyes of his are already starting to go bad. All the long hours squinting in the dark have taken their toll.   Background: Morgan's parents, Orwin and Gene, had an arranged marriage. Apparently the matchmaker knew what she was doing, because they were perfect for each other. As a couple, people genuinely like them. They get along fine with just about everyone in the Vault. The people they worked with like them. They're active in Vault social activities. Many people think of themselves as their friends. The truth is, they'd prefer to keep to themselves. They both learned long ago, however, to pretend to be social. It's just easier. They love each other very much and they love their three children. Their own folks are well tolerated. Morgan grew up feeling much the same way. He, however, was not encouraged to learn to be social. He was allowed to retreat into books and computers. He has a knack for working at something until it's fixed and he's been allowed to indulge in this behavior from an early age. This left him without certain crucial social skills, among them, tact and guile. He has his friends, but when he gets frustrated or tired, he can be very grumpy. This tends to wear his relationships fairly thin over time. His current best friend is (insert player-character name here.) Most of his old friends still like him, they just like him in small doses. His siblings on the other hand, both younger than he and female, are very social creatures. They learned the art of winning friends and influencing people from a very early age. Vivian, the eldest, is a social climber and leader of her small but influential cliche. Anne, on the other hand, rejects (or perhaps rebels against) the whole social hierarchy of the Vault and deliberately adopts the lowest and weakest as her friends. In spite of these elemental differences, they both seem to really like each other, even if their friends don't mix.   Goals and Objectives: Morgan is mostly concerned with maintaining the machinery of the vault. This is more for his love of working with it than it's value to the people who live there. He also is dieing to find out what is left of the world outside. He has a fantasy about resurrecting the old world single-handedly. As a fiddler and tinkerer he can't wait to get his hands on some old tech. He's also always wanted a motorcycle and dreams of tearing across the blasted countryside. A flying car wouldn't suck either. As a player, I want his story arch to be about him finding a path to maturity. I want him to learn the difference between being an adult and acting like one. I'd also like to see him learn the value of people over the machines he loves to fiddle with. He's a very self absorbed character and getting past it isn't going to be quick or easy. While Morgan might beg to differ, he is not necessarily the hero of this piece. He's one of those interesting characters in the background that drives the story forward. He's the plucky sidekick or the guy who dies tragically so that the hero can look over his shoulder into the camera with that oh so familiar 'now you've gone and made me angry' look. (You might not want to mention that last part to Morgan. He can get a little flaky when he's afraid for his life.)   Astrid Prideaux (Sakure) - Morgan didn't care for the haughty bitch when she was his sister's friend. He cares for her even less now that she's a Read: loyalty copbackstabbing rat. That she seems unhappy in her new function is fine with him. What comes around, goes around. These days they tend to exchange cold looks when they interact at all. Sometimes he feels the slightest tinge of sympathy, but then he remembers a sharp word or a scathing look and the anger comes roaring back. Flynt Daggett (Axeman) - Generally speaking, Morgan likes the older man. His antics make him smile. It also helps that Flynt doesn't stare down his nose in disappointment like the Overseer. All the same, he still tries to avoid the man. Flynt is constantly trying to help Morgan. He wants Morgan to participate in the soccer league, attend dances, volunteer to coach this or that or simply be more social. Honestly, If Flynt would back off, Morgan wouldn't mind having him around. The man talks so much, all Morgan has to do is grunt from time to time to be involved in the conversation. He makes it easy for Morgan to feel included without having to take his mind off of what he's doing. "Malph" Blessinger (Jocom) - Malph is just someone Morgan knows. The few times they've been in the same room, genial smiles were exchanged and both went about their business. Due to maintenance issues with the incinerator, he know's Malph's father better than the boy he went to classes with. The one time the ever exchanged more that two sentences was when Morgan traded two dogeared and faded copies of Grognak the Barbarian for an equally abused copy of I looks as though someone had been using it to press cockroaches. There were smelly little cockroach-shaped stains all through the book. A few flattened and dessicated cockroaches as well.Nikola Tesla and You. Both were sure they got the better end of the deal. Alistair (Connor) - It's not that Morgan doesn't like Alister, quite the contrary, it's that they have no reason to speak. They move in different circles. Typically, Morgan has his head up the backside of some machine and can't be bothered to chat. Even when they see each other elsewhere, like in the mess, Morgan's mind is pit-bull locked onto some problem he's worrying. Alistair knows better than anyone the frenzied pace the young technician's mind works at. His thoughts race in a thousand different directions at the same time, but all focus on a single problem. Every intrusion, no matter how well intended, is a startling slap in the face. Besides, Alistair has enough friends. "Keeps" Cusack (Embrodak) - Of all the people in Vault 37b, Keeps is probably Morgan's favorite. Much like Flynt, Keeps can hold up both ends of the conversation and they both speak the same language: machines. The two practically grew up together what with Morgan being tutored by Keeps' father, the vault's chief mechanic. Edison Chance (Skulldawga) - Edison and Morgan seem to be opposite sides of the same card. They are frequently near, but never close, if you get the meaning. They're friendly enough, but not friends. They work on the same kind of things, but not together. They're like Superman and Clark Kent: always around, but never at the same time "Sam" Sarno (clark352) - As a pre-teen, Sam falls below Morgan's radar. Just a kid. He's oblivious to her situation at home and the fact that she took her G.O.A.T. early.   The Reactor Room "Look, it's a miracle anything runs at all anymore. It was designed to last decades, not centuries." A single ancient incandescent bulb lights the small space making the speaker's face looked sunken and sallow. It's soft electric buzz filled the silence between the two men as one considers and the other impatiently waits. The two men stand in a narrow access room. Pipes, wires and cables run from wall to wall and floor to ceiling. Both wear faded blue jumpsuits that are heavily worn, stained and bear a patch with 37b sewn on to it. Finally, the older man nods. He clearly doesn't look happy but the younger man is ecstatic. "I'll put together a team," says the younger man, turning to open an oval bulkhead door. The older man catches his arm. "Now just wait. We have to be smart about this." He continues to hold the young man's arm until he's sure he also has his attention. "If you just tell everyone we're opening the vault, there'll be mayhem. Some won't want the doors opened. They may panic. Others, who have no business toddling around out there, will insist you take them. They'll slow you down and may get you killed." The younger man gnaws his lower lip a bit and a more sober demeanor comes over him. He reluctantly agrees. "We need to decide who'd be best and only tell them," the older man says, moving his grip from elbow to shoulder. "We need to decide what gear can go too; what can we afford to lose." The thought of not coming back hadn't really occurred to the younger man. It had been there, he supposed, somewhere in the vague realms of possibility. But what the Controller had said, about only taking what the vault could afford to lose? That spoke volumes about what he thought of their chances. "I, uh, I'll want Marta. She's thinks quick on her feet. Doesn't panic when things start to go wrong," the young man says with a shrug. He looks sidelong to see the Controller's reaction. The older man nods slowly. "Umm, Micheal. He's tough, you know? If we get in a fight, he'll be good." This time the older man shakes his head no. "He's a hot head. He'll pick fights. You don't need muscle so much as sharp eyes and sharp wits." The Controller runs his hand over the stubble of his chin as he considers. "Levon. He's a cooler head and better with machines. Micheal, bless his heart, is dumb as sewage pump. I know he's your friend, but no." "But what if we actually find the parts we need?" the younger man replies with passion. "Who's going to haul it? Levon? He's older than you..." The older man raised a hand to stop the younger, saying, "He's still plenty spry. You can share the burden." The 'old' comment hurt a bit more than he'd expected it would. He certainly doesn't feel old. Not yet anyway. "Oh, come on." Exasperation was setting into the younger man's tone. "Marta's bigger than I am and she doesn't weigh more than a buck twenty. We're going to need Micheal. I can keep him in line, I swear!" Shaking his head slowly, the older man thinks. "Alright, Morgan, it's going to be your skin out there," he drawls. "But I'm not so sure your the best one to lead this." He quickly adds, "You tend to be bossy when your in charge and you know it. So close your mouth and stop pouting." The Controller blows his breath out slowly, thinking. "So. Who else do we send? Who do we send?"

[Embrodak]

Character Information
Name Jasper "Keeps" Cusack Class D20 ModernSmart Hero Level 1 Race Human Age: 20   Hit Points 25 / (twice the maximum of your HD) + your Constitution score (2x6)+13=2525 Action Points 1	Creation Rules d20 Modern G.O.A.T. Jukebox technician XP 0 Gender Male Primary Stat(s) Intelligence, Dexterity Initiative Dex +3, Level +14 Surges Con +1, Max HD (6)7

S.D.C.I.W.C.L. Stat Score Modifier Strength 12 +1 Dexterity 16 +3 Constitution 13 +1 Intelligence 18 +4 Wisdom 12 +1 Charisma 13 +1 Luck 7 -2

Defenses Defenses Calculations Score Armor Class +1 Level, +4 Stat, +3 Light Armor 18 Fortitude +1 Level, +1 Stat 12 Reflex +1 Level, +4 Stat 15 Will +1 Level, +1 Stat, +2 Class 14

Skills
Skill	Stat	Tagged	Calculation	Score
is used for physical deeds, such as climbing, jumping, and swimmingAthletics	Str	No	+1 level, +1 Stat	+2
is used for balancing, escaping from someone's (or something) grip, or tumbling.Acrobatics	Dex	Yes	+1 level, +3 Stat, +5 Tagged	+9
is used in instances where you might need to concentrate, when you are trying to break your reliance on meds, or when struggling to cross the hot wasteland.Endurance	Con	No	+1 level, +1 Stat	+2
is about watching people and seeing how they think or react. It helps when gambling, and covers what would be the sense motive and investigate skills, too.Insight	Wis	No	+1 level, +1 Stat	+2
is all your people skills, used when there is a two-way conversation happening. Bluffing, intimidating, or being diplomatic are all covered here, as are your bartering skills, and gather information (or 4e's "Streetwise").Interaction	Cha	No	+1 level, +1 Stat	+2
is the catch-all for any crafting you want to do with mechanical items, if you want to disable something (be it a timer or a bomb), and when you need to repair armor and weapons.Mechanics	Int	Yes	+1 level, +4 Stat, +5 Tagged,+2 GearheadFeat	+12
is about spotting objects - be it in a close search of a desk, or scanning the horizon to spot enemies. It also helps listening for the noise of your foes.Perception	Wis	No	+1 level, +1 Stat	+2
covers areas of crafting chemicals or medication, using computers, researching information, and dealing with medicine (including healing others and treating injuries).Science	Int	Yes	+1 level, +4 Stat, +5 Tagged, +2SavantFeat	+12
is used when hiding and trying to move silently - that is, being sneaky.Stealth	Dex	No	+1 level, +3 Stat	+4
helps you stay alive and navigate your way across the harsh wasteland. You use it to understand what is left of nature, or when exploring some underground building (what the fantasy world calls "dungeoneering").Survival	Wis	No	+1 level, +1 Stat	+2
includes the ability to pick locks, pick pockets, and any sleight of hand movements you may wish to do.Thievery	Dex	No	+1 level, +3 Stat	+4
include such heavy items as missile launchers, mini-guns, flamethrowers, or grenade launchers. Big Guns	Str/Con	No	+1 level, +1 Stat	+2
allows you to use such as laser pistols, laser rifles, and plasma rifles, all of which are rare and different to use and upkeep Energy Weapons	Dex/Int	No	+1 level, +4 Stat	+5
==>Pistols	Dex/Int	Yes	As Energy Weapons, +1 Weapon Focus	+6
involves demolitions, grenades, and mines. Explosives	Dex/Int	No	+1 level, +4 Stat	+5
Str/Con for heavy attacks; Dex / Int for light attacks) includes unarmed combat, and anything else that you hold and hit others with. Melee Weapons	Str/Con	No	+1 level, +1 Stat	+2
==>Light Weapons	Dex/Int	No	+1 level, +4 Stat	+5
covers pistols, rifles, and shotguns. Small Guns	Dex/Int	Yes	+1 level, +4 Stat,+3 Proficient	+8
==>Pistols	Dex/Int	Yes	As small Guns, +1 Weapon Focus	+9

Feats/Talents
Level Gained	Feat
1	Weapon Focus Pistols
1	+2 to MechanicsGearhead
1	+2 to ScienceSavant

 

Gear
Item	Value	Weight	Location	Gear Slot
Vault 37b Utility Jumpsuit (Light Armor)	10	1	Body	Armor
Colt Double Eagle (Pistol) (Henry)	??	3 Lb	Hip Holster	Weapon
Pistol Ammo	0	1	Back Pack	Ammo Gear Slot 1
Multi-tool (Sally)	0	.5	Belt	Gear Slot 2
Duct tape	0	.5	Back Pack	Gear Slot 3
Flashlight	1	1	Back Pack	Gear Slot 4
Back Pack	2	2	Back	Vault Provided
Food and Water - & Days worth	?	7	Back	Vault Provided
Leather Duster Coat	10	1	Locker	Vault 37b
Brown Leather Cap	2	0	Locker	Vault 37b
Goal Tender Gloves (Lester and Ralph)	?	1	Locker	Vault 37b
Adjustable Wrench (Veronica)	?	-	Locker	Vault 37b
Hammer (Jorge)	?	-	Locker	Vault 37b
Bolt cutter (Jaws)	??	6	Locker	Vault 37b

 

Awkward.. That would be the one word one would use to describe Jasper. He's a generally nice person, but he doesn't always know when to shut up and will often ramble on needing reminders to stop talking. Jasper would spend hours upon hours by himself repairing this or that so he past the time by talking to himself. Jasper is an optimist, know that life isn't so bad down in the vault, It's been two hundred years since they locked themselves in, and yes when stuff breaks down they don't always have the parts, but Jasper sure can rig something up in the mean time till they fabricate a replacement.

 

Jasper was the only child of the Vaults Head Mechanic and a Security Guard. He would usually spend his days bouncing around with his Mother as she went around fixing anything from the ventilation system for heating and cooling, to a simple plumbing problem. Jaspers earliest memories were of standing by the tool box handing out tools as his mother called for them, handing her various wrenches. Jasper was probably the only three year old that would know what a 3/8 drive t-handle ratchet was.

Despite being a strange kid, Jasper knew just about everyone in the Vault, Tagging along with his mother lead to that kind of thing. People also would put up with his ramblings as he had something they needed... The ability to fix what was broken. While most adults found him amusing and tolerated the weird kid, his peers did not and he was relentlessly teased. He turned inward when it he wasn't walking around with his mother and would play around in the depths of the vaults exploring every nook and cranny, talking on end to every inanimate object and carrying on conversations as if they responded. The grew as he got older an now manifests as his best friends Sally (an adjustable wrench) and Jorge (a Hammer).

When Jasper hit ten, the teasing slowed. One day when working with is mother fixing a ballast for the Soccer Coach, one of his players lined up a shot with the ball and blasted it at Jasper. Jasper quickly turned and redirected the ball. The first thing the coach did was reprimand his player. The second thing he did was drag Jasper to their soccer field and threw him in goal. Jasper though not the best physical specimen was quick. The Coach drilled shot after shot kicking it as hard as one of his kids would and Jasper stopped just about all of them. He immediately threw him on the team. Now the kids needed something from him (Good Goal tending) so they started to tolerate his strange behavior. Soon Jasper was the best Goal Keeper in Vault 37b, even better than the keepers on the older teams. They just started calling him Keeps and the name stuck. Jasper made two more friends, Lester and Ralph (his Left and Right Goal Tender Gloves).

Jasper found his early double digits busy, if he was not tending goal he was out repairing odd things. He was quite proficient at it that his mother gave him his own tool kit at the age of eleven. He had his own list of items to repair around the vault, simpler stuff at first, freeing his mother to repair the big items. The Vault was never in better repair as the little things that were often neglected were now in the Domain of Jasper. Turning sixteen his teacher did not even bother having him take the G.O.A.T. as Jasper literally repaired a Jukebox the week before, that was his profession that was rubber stamped on his exam form.

Since turning sixteen Jasper has since moved from the simplest of repairs to tackling the bigger projects of the Vault and now works as a full-fledged Repairman.

 

Jasper has been working on Repairing everything and anything in the Vaults to some extent. Having reached twenty there is not much more to learn. When the Vaults opened he was one of the first to open up to travelers launching question after question of what is out there. Jasper wants to head out in the world at large and find new and interesting machines to learn from to bring back and improve life at the Vault with their integration.

[Duderk]

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Name: Gunny
Creation Rules: 4e
Race: Dragonborn
Class: Warlock
Vitals: ?? Years, Male, 245lbs, 86" (7'2")

Hit Points: 32
Surges: 11
Initiative: 3

Feat: Dragonborn Frenzy: Grants an additional +2 (from +1 to +3) to Attack rolls while bloodied.

Gear: Mini-Gun, Leather Armour, Ammo (Mini-gun Belt), Old Notebook (Journal), Shiny Disk(s) (Pre-war Coins), Broken Sword Hilt (Functionally, a small knife)"]Not practical for combat use.[/TT]

Mini Gun (3/10) Big Gun (20lbs): after firing it, you are your speed becomes 2slowed until the end of your next turn. (+2-1) +1 proficiency; 3d12+Str / Con -6 damage; 20sq range. Hail: Misses still deal 1/2 damage (unless you use a power that would deal more on a miss) Stream: +2 to hit the same target next turn. Stacks, as long as your target remains the same. Anyone walking between your target and you takes 1/2 the damage the target takes, when you next attack.

Ability	Score	Defenses	Score	Calculations
Strength	11 (+0)	AC	15	(+1 Level, +2 Dex, +2 Armour)
Constitution	20 (+5)	Fort	16	(+1 level, +5 Con)
Dexterity	15 (+2)
Intelligence	13 (+1)	Ref	13	(+1 Level, +2 Dex)
Wisdom	13 (+1)
Charisma	11 (+0)	Will	12	(+1 level, +1 Wis)
Luck	10 (+0)

Skill	Ability	Tagged	Score	Calculations
Athletics	Str	No	+1	(+1 level, +0 Str)
Acrobatics	Dex	Yes	+8	(+1 level, +2 Dex, +5 tagged)
Endurance	Con	Yes	+11	(+1 level, +5 Int, +5 tagged)
Insight	Wis	No	+2	(+1 level, +1 Wis)
Interaction	Cha	No	+1	(+1 level, +0 Cha)
Mechanics	Int	No	+2	(+1 level, +1 Int)
Perception	Wis	No	+2	(+1 level, +1 Wis)
Science	Int	No	+2	(+1 level, +1 Int)
Stealth	Dex	No	+3	(+1 level, +2 Dex)
Survival	Wis	No	+2	(+1 level, +1 Wis)
Thievery	Dex	Yes	+8	(+1 level, +2 Dex, +5 tagged)

Skill	Ability	Tagged	Score	Calculations
Big Guns	Str/Con	Yes	+6	(+1 level, +5 Con)
=>Mini-Gun	Str/Con	Yes	+7	(Above, +1 Proficiency)
Energy Weapons	Dex/Int	No	+3	(+1 level, +2 Dex)
Explosives	Dex/Int	No	+3	(+1 level, +2 Dex)
Melee (Heavy)	Str/Con	No	+6	(+1 level, +5 Con)
Melee (Light)	Dex/Int	No	+3	(+1 level, +2 Dex)
Small Guns	Dex/Int	No	+3	(+1 level, +2 Dex)

[mightymconeshot]

Jorm

His Gas mask

 

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What I don't remember and never will

Born to normal parents in the years before the Great War, his life was typical of the time. Watching the news, doing duck and cover drills for nuclear bombs, and playing baseball in the street. He watched the news that China had invaded Russia, and the new massive draft for all U.S citizens. He was not aware of the bombs that wiped out the World Order as it was know. It simply became a fact as the mushroom clouds appeared in the sky around him. He was one of the 'lucky ones' not wiped out in the initial blasts. As radiation descended upon the world, his family fled to the nearby California mountains. He was 13 at the time. Here is where the problems all started now. The world was now shockingly brutal to him. Much like the world was to the now disheartned vaulters of our party. Every day was a struggle to survive. This was before the monsters came, and took him away. One night while he has his family slept something big was hunting. It struck with a large bore rifle blasting away his parents. It found him crouching in the ruined tents, next to the destroyed remains of his parents. Staring at him, it dragged him away to a metal vault a day away. Throwing him in a bare metal cell, he lived there for an unknown time. Occasionally he saw green gas being pumped in, and he always threw up for days afterwards. Then he became aware of the changes. His limbs stretched out, he grew muscles, he felt his mind slowing down. He forgot his past slowly at first, and then with rapid acceleration. He was released one day with no memory of his past.

What he remembers mostly
He was introduced to something like the monster that brought him there. This one though had the gleam of intelligence. He introduced himself, the name long forgetten, and told him he was chief. He ordered him to hunt the hillsides, searching for small two legs and to bring back any other meat he found. He gave him a gun, a loud wide bore rifle, and some ammo. He taught him how to shoot, and then showed him the door. He forgets what happens next, but he winded up back at the vault with a large deer body. He slowly was taught to talk again, as he journeyed into the wilderness hunting and harvesting. The numbers where he lived, the word home never seemed to apply, grew steadily from a handful to hundreds. Eventually the chief declared them ready. Passing out even bigger weapons, mini-guns, laser rifles, missile launchers, armor, and everything else needed to wage war. They set out that night, and descended upon a small town. Ripping it to shreds they butchered the adults, captured the children, and gathered supplies. Sending them back to the metal cave, the rest kept moving. Descending on town after town, they continued to send the children back. During this time, he came across a weird mask used by one of the town's folk. It was a weird leather like mask with two glass eyes. In front was a weird circle. Putting it on, he discovered that the circle changed his voice. Making it deeper, and more muffled. At the next town, the prisoners stared at him with even greater fear, and he decided he loved the mask. Eventually their numbers fell so low that they could not maintain the march, and they all returned. The terrified children were transformed again. Again the army marched, this time ending in disaster. The Brotherhood of Steel had arrived investigating the rumors of powered armored mutants using pre-war tech in mass numbers. The war was bloody and long. Massive deaths on both sides existed, and many heroes were formed on each side. Here Jorm first learned to hate the Brotherhood. As the mutant army was slowly driven back, the chief picked a handful of battle hardened veterans, and fled the metal cave with barrels of something. Jorm was one of those chosen.

Once again things haze out, and he has glimpses of bloodshed, destroyed bodies, and supplies gathered. His next stream of memories come from them in the desert. A metal vault much like the first in front of them. Forcing their way inside, they set up home. Here was where the word home applied, for he felt like it was one. Sending out the forces to capture children, and gather supplies. Once again the army was built, once again the weapons were gathered. As a battle-hardened veteran he started to lead the new mutants. The chief was more cautious. Sending them far out to gather victims, leaving the closer settlements untouched. Eventually people started to investigate, drawing casualties from both sides. Among those that investigated was the Brotherhood of Steel. As his troops were killed by the metal men, Jorm only felt his hatred grow. He learned that he had become a friend with his men, and watching them killed hurt. He learned now the meaning of friend where before was a definition. Jorm was captured for a brief half-day by a brotherhood patrol. He watched as they tortured, and slowly killed his second in command. Before his turn was up for torture, the group was set on by Jorm's remaining warriors looking for vengeance. Returning Jorm recruited a few new recruits, but mostly left his group the current size. Jorm realizing what was going on with the investigations, decided that the people near-by best be wiped out. Leading his forces, he ignored the chief and destroyed the towns. The chief learned, and confrontation followed. A vicious battle broke out inside Jorm's home. He barely escaped losing all his possessions. Setting off away from both the vault, and the mountains he set off North east. Of course he has no knowledge of directions, and is just guided by his instincts. Slowly gathering supplies, he returned to the settlement he raided earlier for the initial group. Picking over the remains he scrapped together a weak suit of armor, and a weapon to use. Gathering food and water he set out once again. He is looking for another tribe, one of strength and power. And maybe a friend along the way.

So a summary.
Child from before the bomb fell. Hundreds of years old. Has no memory of his past life. Mutated by force into a super-mutant. Part of the super mutant army so has experience with big guns and military tactics. Lead by an Alpha super-mutant. Gained his gas mask during a raid. Thinks it is technology that changes his voice. Escaped the Brotherhood purges once, and fled across the mountains to the desert. Became a leader of super-mutants and then tried to lead a rebellion. Driven away, and wandered to the North East. Is looking for a new group to travel with, and maybe some new friends.