cody1lab's applicashun

YOUR NAME: Lilith Vandella

VAULT USER NAME[Steam Username]: cody1lab

VAULT USER ID[Steam ID]: STEAM_0:1:26105662

AGE: 18

DESIRED OCCUPATION[WHY SHOULD YOU BE ACCEPTED?]: Mechanic, to help maintain the structure of the vault. (Later (as in once we're out of the vault) this will help supply characters with a source of cheap, low-grade handmade weapons such as single shot pipe rifles, machetes, and maybe pipe bombs and what not (maybe more advanced stuff down the line, like sten gun type weapons (which are extremely simple) and basic firearms, as character development continues and the character gets access to a little more that some split pipes in an old vault) in exchange for RP, helping players not just cluster-fuck and ERP to get miniguns, and lets them start off with something basic and practical for keeping them safe against basic wasteland creatures. TL;DR It helps make RP by giving new characters something to work for that isn't power armor, something simple to defend themselves. I'm fully aware I'm not going to walk out of the vault knowing how to make full auto STENs, she's going to need a lot of tools and weeks of tinkering to figure out how to originally just make some of the components of these weapons.)
If there's any obvious confusion as to the starting level of the weapons I'll be making, it will pretty much be these (Slam fire pipe rifle). They simply have a tube that fits the shell inside, and manually pulled back towards a fireing pin to shoot the gun, they're single shot and aren't practical for aiming, since the barrel is always subject to be at a different angle after each shot, they're no marvels of engineering by any means.

WHAT ARE YOU GOOD AT?: Shooting with my BB gun, making (some) things from scrap, basic vault repairs (with the help of my dad)

WHAT COULD YOU BE BETTER AT?: Anything my dad hasn't taught me about maintaining the vault, terminal repair, making more advanced things from scrap.

ANY MEDICAL CONDITIONS?: ADHD (If that counts..)

DO YOU UNDERSTAND THE OVERSEER'S WORD IS LAW AND WILL ALWAYS REMAIN SO?: Yes!

TELL US SOMETHING ABOUT OUR GREAT COUNTRY!: It got destroyed by dirty commies and we're here to rebuild it.
(Does this work? https://youtu.be/Rr8ljRgcJNM )

YOU DO UNDERSTAND YOUR VAULT MEMBERSHIP[Character] CAN BE REMOVED AT ANY TIME CORRECT?: Yup.

CURRENT EQUIPMENT: x1 functioning BB gun
x1 Dissembled BB gun (Needs repair)
x1 Pip-boy 3000
x1 Energy cell powered handheld welding torch
x2 Welding gloves
x1 Welding mask
x1 Slam fire 10mm pipe rifle (Hidden away)

BACKSTORY[1-2 Paragraphs MINIMUM 10-20 Sentences]: Before the bombs and long before she was born, Lilith's grandfather, Joshua Vandella, was a Corporal in the United States Marine Corps as a 1371 MOS Combat Engineer as a part of the 1st Combat Engineer Battalion stationed to assist in Operation Anchorage with repairs to armor elements of the 2nd Assault Amphibian Battalion and the 3rd Light Armored Reconnaissance Battalion as well as establishing FOBs. Serving for a total of four years in all in the Marines, he rarely actually had to discharge his weapon towards the enemy due to his logistical position, but it didn't leave him without some fond memories of poorly aimed artillery strikes against the operating points he helped establish. Nonetheless after the tour in Alaska and moving back to the states, it wasn't too long before he got an obnoxious knock on his door from a Vault-tec rep, telling him that they'd be honored to have a US service member with such experience in repairs as apart of the local vault should the need ever arise to use it. A few papers signed and back to the life of a car mechanic he went, only a few days later deciding to actually keep a few bags ready in case the bombs did end up dropping, some of the usual items stored inside, as well as some more odd ones, an American Flag, two BB guns, and a lot of books from his old Basic training and School of Infantry in the Marines, wanting to keep whatever skills kept him useful in the vault, sharp and ready.

One day the alarms finally sounded and all the TVs and radios changed channels, telling everybody that Nuclear Armageddon has come. He quickly grabbed the bug-out bags and tossed them into the car, recklessly "flooring it" towards the vault, only a few blocks away from his small home in the suburbs of Baltimore. He got out of his car, leaving the door open as he just rushed to get his things and run towards the entrance, where he was quickly greeted, processed, and assigned a room while the ground above was still trembling from nuclear fire and the above quickly died. A few days worth of pre-recorded holotapes and it's off to work in the maintenance rooms of the vault with a few others all armed with wrenches, hammers, and shiny pip-boy 3000s to assist in maintenance work. It started out slow and fairly simple, unsurprisingly nothing was breaking down at all just yet, the holotapes practically covering the workings of everything in the vault from the pipes, terminals, generators and water purifiers. Years went by as the relatively easy job continued on, it was easy compared to plowing through snow to make room for mortar bases, while taking stray artillery fire, but most things were. He eventually met his wife in the vault, and had a single child, a son, named Ethan.

Like his dad, Ethan was raised knowing how to use a wrench, and a trigger. Literally handing his son his BB gun at the age of five telling him he didn't want him to grow up being "a pussy", every Marine a rifleman, and Joshua didn't want his son to forget what that meant. Being raised down in the lower tunnels of the vault tightening bolts and checking gauges while in his free time, reading Marine field manuals and books on the fundamentals of marksmanship and going through the hours of instructional holotapes provided by vault-tec to keep the vault up to speed alongside his normal classes in the vaults school. Like his dad, he was given a Pip-boy 3000 as everybody obviously expected him to take forth the work of his father in maintaining the vault, and he did. Taking up a lot of the minor jobs his dad did by the time he was 17, and working on some of the bigger ones like checking the water systems by the time he was well into his twenties, just alongside his dad. Eventually he got married to his wife Emily in the vault, who years later, had their daughter Lilith, who was raised much the same way her dad was, mostly by her dad, as she hardly actually knew her grandpa before he did die. He was generous enough to leave some of his belongings behind for her to play around with before he passed, mostly his BB guns and books, just the same way her dad had. There wasn't much to do in the vault besides read and play around as a child.

Her BB gun wasn't a Giddy-up Buttercup by any means, but it was entertaining enough plinking off small cans with some guidance from her father and a little from her grandfather before he died when she was about the age of seven from old age. Aside from shooting, from a young age she loved to build things, take things apart and put them back together just to figure out how they work and other things she could do with her dad. By the time she was ten, it was already expected that she would work with her dad in maintenance and was given her own pip-boy 3000 on her birthday when she turned ten, as it was well known she was already fairly well trained in using a welding torch, and watched her dad work most of the time that she could, and had already gone through most of the maintenance's instructional holotapes on her personal terminal, just about the only thing she had that she didn't take apart herself yet. She was good enough with her BB gun to blind somebody (or kill a radroach or two) if she wanted, knew how to take it apart and put it together in the time most people would even have the thing half way taken down. She knew how to repair some of the pipes and smaller things if they malfunctioned, and even did so from time to time before she even officially was assigned to work in the vault maintenance. When she finally was, however, she knew enough about the vault to the point where she was well trusted with some of the more essential equipment, such as checking the air and water filtrations and generators.

When she was just around sixteen, just a year away from officially working down in the maintenance, a small radroach problem down in the maintenance section of the vault temporarily had to force all the workers outside while security shot the few radroaches that seemed to curiously wander about the lower levels, the only thing left behind after the cleanup were a few scattered empty 10mm casings. As the workers moved back in, most of them were nearly brushed to the side, not really having any practical use, Lilith however figured a better way to use the casings rather than to just clutter the floor with them. She knew the basics of how some firearms worked, although the closest to getting behind one she ever got was just her BB gun, but from what her dad told her (and from what his dad told him), and from the books her granddad left behind, she knew well enough to try to make something useful with all the useless scrap laying around the maintenance levels. She first started trying to find a solid metal pipe, that just happened to be the right size, pretty much dropping the 10mm casing into every little pipe she could find before she eventually found one that was about 16 inches long, had some decent thickness to it, and just so happened, that when dropped inside, allowed the empty 10mm brass casing to fit snugly inside the pipe. A few weeks went by and with the help of her dad, she started making her first weapon without anybody really knowing aside from her own family. The tube was now modified to be the barrel, a welded chamber for the casing, and a just barely thinner tube for the actual bullet to be in, allowing the weapon to actually be chambered without the casing itself just falling straight through. Next up was the actual firing mechanism, something had to hit the primmer and a fixed firing pin was the easiest solution, another tube that happened to fit the first tube inside was sealed off in the back, the rear cap having only a small little pin poking out of the middle of it, before any sort of stock was put on it, if the two parts were separated, or even together, they'd look perfectly harmless. And they pretty much were, as there wasn't any good way to actually obtain ammo for it without sneaking into security and stealing it. After about a month of tinkering , she had her new pipe rifle, a small pistol grip and fixed stock just about the right length for her small frame. The time came to finally test if it would theoretically work, she placed the 10mm casing into the chamber and slid the barrel slowly into the larger pipe that held it. She drew the barrel forward slightly before jerking it back against the firing pin, quickly removing the barrel and checking the breach, seeing that nothing had changed to the casing, making it a success. The indent in the back of the already fired primer only seeming to get just a tad deeper, as the firing pin from her own rifle lined up just perfectly with that of the 10mm pistol used to fire it, meaning it should theoretically fire a live round. She walked back towards her dresser, shuffled passed all the blue and yellow jumpsuits and placed the weapon in its two parts down against the bottom of one of the drawers, she smiled at her hard work, covered it back up with jumpsuits and headed off to bed.

Little over a year and a half later, and she was now 18, officially working the maintenance of a slowly dwindling vault. Things just slowly starting to break down, even with her and her fathers help, a few things here and there that just seemed to be completely broken or having odd problems that just didn't used to happen. She knew something would have to change eventually, she just didn't know it would be so soon..

Has a good flow to it and all, and I support the idea of engineers making do with the items around them. But keep in mind, producing the required components for pipe weapons will come with the cost of [Jamming, jamming, more jamming and waterlogging] now knowing you personally, I know you know weapons [knownownowk] but realize this, every material you find is able to be scrapped. And the pipe rifle is fine, sure I don't care. Just keep in mind ammunition will be scarce initially. Unless you find a sweet spot in the swamps. Otherwise good applications and good usage of lineage storytelling. Just do not asspull

Most malfunctions that would happen with a single shot manually fired pipe weapon like the one I applied for would pretty much be because of the ammo or a light primer strike on the fault of the user (IE, not pulling back the barrel hard enough rearward for the round to strike the primer hard enough to ignite it.) Problems related to the swamps and water etc, are to be expected, but none-the-less, something with such a simple design is generally hard to jam, malfunction etc. After all it's not like double barrel shotguns are notorious for jamming with some mud unlike a M1 Garand.

Im talking more about waterlogging, with knowing how horrible weapons were with water during the 40's.