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YOUR NAME: ALLISON LITHEN

VAULT USER NAME[Steam Username]: Pixie

VAULT USER ID[Steam ID]: STEAM_0:1:41356305

AGE: TWENTY THREE

DESIRED OCCUPATION[WHY SHOULD YOU BE ACCEPTED?]: Manufacturing goods (Clothing/furniture) for use in the Vault, such as armour for Security, as well as new jumpsuits in case of damage or contamination. Post-vault, this could also help to supply people with cheap (Or more expensive and elaborate, depending on development of skills) armour, clothing, and recycled furniture (Though she'd have to work on that a bit for it to be marketable).

WHAT ARE YOU GOOD AT?: Working with materials, 'Crafting', Repairs (Not electrical/mechanical, though), Mathematics, Woodwork.

WHAT COULD YOU BE BETTER AT?: Endurance/physical conditioning, Hand-to-hand combat, any kind of shooting.

ANY MEDICAL CONDITIONS?: None

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

TELL US SOMETHING ABOUT OUR GREAT COUNTRY!: Before the war with the communists, the USA was the pinnacle of Culture and Human Development.

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

CURRENT EQUIPMENT:
[1] Vault Jumpsuit, well maintained,
[1] Set of sewing tools, containing various needles and scissors and such,
[1] Small satchel, which contains : Rolls of thread and pieces of material, as well as her sewing kit.
[1] Carpentry Toolbox (Might come out of the vault, but would be a pain in the ass to carry, given that she's not very strong)

BACKSTORY[1-2 Paragraphs MINIMUM 10-20 Sentences]: From an early age, Allison showed a fascination with materials that went beyond the average curiosity showed by children - she was constantly ruining both her and her parent's clothes in experiments with scissors and needles. Furthermore, she showed a very good understanding of mathematics, certainly ahead of other people her age (On average, at least). Throughout her education, she tended towards the more practical side of things, struggling with English and History, but excelling in Maths. Allison wasn't antisocial or anything either, though she didn't make particular efforts to meet new people once she'd settled into a comfortable circle of her friends. She was easy-going and easy to talk to, but not very outgoing by herself - get her talking about something she was interested in, though, and she could talk the hind legs off a horse.

Outside of school hours, Allison spent a lot of time with her mother, who was a seamstress, and her father, who was a carpenter. They encouraged her interests, always bringing cast-off pieces back to her so that she could mess around with them to see how they would interact. By the time she reached her early teens, Allison was able to competently stitch and repair her own clothing if she so wished - a skill which she put to use when she decided to modify her jumpsuit with a four leaf clover on the right shoulder, which she was soon told to remove by her parents, knowing it wouldn't go down well with the higher-ups. Her father often brought home scrap-wood from his workshop and let Allison use it for anything she wanted, as well as providing her with basic woodworking tools that were often old or rusted, but she made do. They worked on a number of projects for their family's room, building new chairs and such to decorate the otherwise slightly bland space.

Allison breezed through the GOAT, as her parents hadn't provided any undue stress for her, emphasizing multiple times that they would be happy with whatever she ended up doing. She was over the moon when she was assigned to  manufacturing, particularly for clothing and armour. Carpentry remained a side hobby that she practiced with her father, but it was definitely secondary to her primary interest in her job. She was a dedicated and diligent worker, rarely making a mistake as she took the time to make sure she did it right the first time around, a skill carrying over from her father, as fuck ups on their projects tended to be harder to correct than a few stray stitches.

On her eighteenth birthday, her parents presented her with the biggest presents they'd ever given - a sewing kit that a friend of her mother had made of sturdier materials than the standard, and a toolbox of carpentry tools that a friend of her father's had decided to hand down as he grew too old. To this day, she enjoys her job - working happily for her allotted hours, spending some time socialising, some with her parents, and the rest in her own small room - which has many of her little projects littered around, most of them still a work-in-progress.