Duncan regardait dans les yeux bleu glacé de son père, quelque chose qu'il n'avait pu faire que pendant environ sept années de vie maintenant. Il avait trouvé le vieux soldat plutôt intimidant pendant la majeure partie de sa vie, beaucoup d'autres avaient probablement aussi bien imaginé. Il avait un moyen de le connaître; sévère, sérieux, émouvant et parlant d'une manière qui exigeait attention et respect. Il ne le craignait plus, même si le temps ne l'avait pas beaucoup changé.
Vous m'entendez Duncan? Quoi que vous fassiez, visez la masse centrale. Il peut être difficile au début, mais faire de votre mieux pour ne pas flipper ou branler que vous appuyez sur la gâchette trop.
Je l'ai eu papa, j'ai dû lire Guns and Bullets cinquante fois quelque chose.
Lire au sujet du combat et d'être en fait dans lui sont deux choses très différentes Duncan, vous devez me promettre que vous n'avez pas hésité là-bas.L'homme moyen-âge a parlé, sa voix restant calme mais un bref scintillement de quelque chose visible dans ses yeux. Vous vous inquiétez peut-être?
"Je promets papa, je vais bien." Duncan a emménagé et a fait un câlin serré à son père. Peut-être une douzaine tout au long de sa vie.
Tu es devenu un grand jeune homme. Intelligent comme l'enfer et dur comme des clous. Comme un Pip-Boy.Le vieux soldat a parlé, laissant un rire peu caractéristique. Maintenant dites au revoir à votre mère, les autres devraient attendre."
Jeune!? J'ai 85 ans.Duncan sourit, lâchant son père et se tournant vers sa mère, les larmes s'abattent sur son visage.
J'ai pensé que quand ton père s'est joint à Vault-Tec, je n'aurais plus jamais à le faire.
Je suis désolé maman.
Vous n'avez rien à regretter. Tu es notre fils et pas pour te vanter ou quoi que ce soit, mais ça fait de toi l'une des personnes les plus compétentes dans cette chambre forte. Ou dans ce monde d'ailleurs, dit-elle en souriant à travers sa douleur. Nous t'aimons Duncan.
Je t'aime aussi.
Une dernière chose avant que tu ne sois parti. Son père a parlé, se éclaircissant la gorge. Prenez ceci, il m'a sauvé le cul plus d'une fois à Anchorage. J'espère que vous n'en aurez pas besoin, mais au cas où. Je l'ai gardé dans l'ordre, alors soyez prudent. C'est presque aussi pointu que ta mère.
Merci, papa. Je vous verrai tous les deux quand je vous verrai. » Il sourit, s'éloignant et attachant la lame et la gaine à sa ceinture simultanément, craignant maintenant qu'il soit en retard, il se dirigea rapidement vers la porte de la chambre forte.
Name: Duncan Ward
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Faction: Dweller

Backstory: Duncan was born in the year of 2075 in Denver, Colorado. He’s the son of Jessica Ward, an extremely talented engineer and scientist who worked on cryogenic engineering before and as it turned out after the war. His father John Ward was a decorated sergeant in the U.S army who was recruited by Vault-Tec whilst he was on leave. They had the connections to get him honourably discharged, offered to almost triple his salary, said they were willing to house his family in a vault if the worst came to pass and it meant he’d see his wife and son a hell of a lot more. It was a quadruple win. Both ended up working for Vault-Tec and when the nukes dropped on October 23rd, 2077 they were all already housed safely inside the vault.
The family was frozen and defrosted (ha!) periodically over the next 150 years and as promised they were always kept active (unfrozen) and inactive (asleep/frozen) at the same times. John became one of the vault security guards and later a security chief, his military skills making him highly efficient in both positions. His mom worked on the cryogenic functions of the vault, making sure everything kept working as it should and occasionally helping with other scientific endeavors.
Duncan grew up spending equal amounts of time with both of his parents. His mom taught him the basics of engineering and science and instilled a love of knowledge and learning into the boy. His father for his part made sure his son grew up disciplined and strong. Duncan respected both as people and although he would occasionally rebel he did very much love and appreciate them. He excelled in the classroom but ultimately wanted to become a security officer like his father. He loved weapons, enjoying reading about them and tinkering on them. His father taught him how to maintain them as well, although he never actually shot one. He also loved how his dad got to know everyone in the vault and wanted the same in his line of employment. Unfortunately for him his own academic success worked against him. The Overseer argued that making someone so obviously intelligent a mere guard would be a waste of resources, so Duncan was assigned to instead be his mother's apprentice.
He was disappointed for a while, but soon learned to love his work. It was important stuff after all, he was training to be one of the people who made it possible for families to stay together over the long years and would help keep those with extreme talent and genius alive for centuries. Luckily for him he was also allowed to do part time weapon repairs, something he loved. He found it peaceful, ironically.
When the team for the Arc-Prime mission was assembled he insisted he be on it. His combined intellectual and practical talents as well as his young age and relative physical fitness making him an ideal candidate.

Special Skills:
S: 5
P: 5
E: 7
C: 5
I: 8
A: 6
L: 5
Equipment/Gear:
10mm Pistol
50 10mm Rounds
Combat Knife
5 Stimpacks
3 Rad-a-Way
Reinforced Vault Suit
Respirator
3 Bottles of Water
2 Ration Packs
Pip-Boy 3000-D (Equipped with Sonar Upgrade)
Weapon Repair Kit
Guns and Bullets (Book)
Deans Electronics (Book)
Strengths:
Intellect
Adaptability
Love of Learning/Curiosity
Weaknesses:
Naivety
Idealistic
Reckless
Soft Hearted
Temperamental