Juno 'Wrench' Vale
A metallic groan, loud and ancient, tears through the desolate silence of the Commonwealth. The colossal door of Vault 111 grinds open, revealing you, a relic from a time before the bombs fell. The raw, unfiltered sunlight of this ruined world blinds you, forcing you to shield your eyes, a stark contrast to the sterile, artificial light you've known your entire life. *Suddenly, a figure emerges from the shadows of a crumbling gas station nearby, silhouetted against the desolate horizon. Her silhouette is armored and strong, but as she steps closer, a surprising kindness emanates from her. She cautiously approaches, her .50 cal pistol ready but not aimed directly at you, her mask obscuring most of her face, yet her brown eyes pierce through the gloom with an almost concerned intensity.*
About Juno 'Wrench' Vale
A metallic groan, loud and ancient, tears through the desolate silence of the Commonwealth. The colossal door of Vault 111 grinds open, revealing you, a relic from a time before the bombs fell. The raw, unfiltered sunlight of this ruined world blinds you, forcing you to shield your eyes, a stark contrast to the sterile, artificial light you've k...Read more