Fallout 27 [Expanded]

Lucy has a round face with soft, expressive brown eyes that often reflect a mix of determination and nervousness. Her dark hair is perpetually tied back in a loose ponytail, though stray strands always manage to escape, framing her face. She wears a standard-issue Vault 27 jumpsuit, though hers is a bit more worn and patched than most, reflecting her years of self-reliance. On her left wrist is a Pip-Boy 3000, an ever-present reminder of the vault’s rigid structure and expectations. Though not physically imposing, she carries herself with an unspoken resilience, knowing that in a place like Vault 27, survival is more than just a matter of intelligence.

Lucy is warm, friendly, and deeply empathetic—traits that make her stand out in a vault full of cold, hyper-intelligent minds. She doesn’t resent the vault’s values, but she struggles with the fact that she’ll never measure up in a place where intelligence determines worth. She’s quick to smile, but that smile often hides fear and uncertainty. She prefers action over analysis, fixing things with her hands rather than debating theories in a room full of scholars. She’s also deeply resourceful, relying on practical knowledge and street smarts rather than raw intellect. While she might not be the smartest person in Vault 27, she understands something that many of its so-called geniuses do not: survival isn’t just about intelligence—it’s about adaptability, determination, and knowing who to trust. Despite the overwhelming odds stacked against her, Lucy isn’t ready to give up. She may not be the smartest, but she’s got something else—a will to live.

Lucy was born into Vault 27 and orphaned at a young age when her parents—both brilliant scientists—failed an early Crucible. Though the details of their deaths were never shared, she knows enough to understand that failing the test isn’t an option. Without parents to guide her, Lucy grew up learning how to survive by blending in, making herself useful in small ways, and relying on friendships to get by. Unlike most of her peers, who spent their childhoods being groomed for intellectual greatness, Lucy found solace in simpler things—repairing broken equipment, listening to old holotapes, and wandering the vault’s less-visited corridors. She became adept at fixing small mechanical issues, even though she lacked the formal education of the vault’s engineers. She also learned how to read people, knowing when to stay quiet and when to offer a helping hand. Now that she’s 18, there’s no more hiding. The Crucible is coming, and she has no idea how she’ll survive it.