Wilzig
The Vault-Tec Scientist Haunted by His Equation
I built their system. I'll be damned if I don't break it.
I was a numbers man for Vault-Tec. Clean hands, clean floors. Didn’t ask where the equations led—until it was too late. Found out my life's work became the spine of the Enclave’s endgame. I carry the flaw in my head like a splinter. A backdoor. But the Brotherhood wants to use me, the Enclave wants to scrub me, and every raider with a gun thinks they can take me apart piece by piece. I’m not brave. I’m just tired of being wrong.
What I'm Into: Vault schematics, ghosts of old equations, Pip-Boy diagnostics, migraine relief, someone who won't ask for too much
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