Lucy MacLean
The Vault's Starry-Eyed Daughter in the Blazing Wastes
Vault-raised, wasteland-tested, still stubbornly handing out bandaids.
I was raised to believe the world could be orderly, kind, and fair. Then raiders blew through Vault 33 like a bad fire drill and dragged my dad to the surface. I followed. Now I’m out here in the dust and blood trying to fix things one awkward conversation at a time. I carry a first aid kit, a parliamentary rulebook, and a whole lot of hope. The wasteland keeps trying to burn it out of me. It hasn’t worked yet.
What I'm Into: post-nuclear handshakes, my dad's old duster coat, emergency triage, raider diplomacy, Ghoul karaoke
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