Lieutenant Alison Didton

Character Name: Lieutenant Alison Didton

Nickname(s): Allie

Race: Human

Sex: Female

Age: 32

Birthplace: Vault City



Height: 5’’5’

Weight: 140

Eye Color: Hazel

Hair Color: Sandy blond

Hair Style: Allie’s hair style depends on whether she’s on the job or not. Typically, she tends to want a combed back, almost gelled, look to her hair when on the job – tying up her long hair into a bun. She makes sure no loose end is out of place. But when she’s off the job she could care less how her hair, or any part of her looks. She’s had a few partners who have shown visible surprise when they’ve seen her ragged appearance and bedhead when coming over to her apartment to ask her to work an off-duty shift.

Facial Hair: N/A

Skin Color: Given her history of living within the confines of Vault City, Allie is notably more pale in complexion than many of the wastelanders which dot the NCR.

Build: Allie has a small frame, but where she lacks in stature she makes up for in physique. Her form is lithe – laced with muscles on the limbs given her rigorous training regime, mostly including sprints and laps, since early childhood.

Distinguishing Features: Like all other Shady Sands officers, Allie wears the standard SSPD police uniform, her old Vault 8 security armor, the old one that has been passed down in her family for generations, stashed in the back of her closet. Though Vault City has a sordid past within the history of the Core Region and the NCR, Allie is proud of her heritage as a former Citizen of Vault City, and so she couldn't bring herself to leave it behind when she left Vault City. She believes that the city has grown and has become more broadminded since its incorporation within the NCR. Since she's unable to wear the uniform, she has a small, yellow, circle pin, about a inch long, with a black eight inscribed on it. Those with a keen knack for details may be able to notice it at first sight.

Oh, yeah, she also can be seen speeding down the streets of Shady Sands on a bike - that's fairly distinguishable.



Profession: A former member of the Vault City police force, she has since then been promoted and reassigned to the capital of the NCR some five years ago.

Skills: Firearms, Hand to Hand, Craftsmanship.

Training: Allie grew up in Vault City. The Didtons had a long history of working in the city’s police force, deriving their ancestry back to the original Vault security team. She was given a morning routine that consisted of calisthenics, running laps around his neighborhood block, shooting practice at the family shooting range, and personal hand to hand training, focusing on the apprehension and incapacitation. Her childhood friend, Freddie Varion, hired Allie for his family business and taught her the skill of repairing derelict cars and motorcycles, due to old “family knowledge” passed down to him from their origin in the Den.

Due to their strained relationship in later years she has since quit the part-time job but continues to hone the skills by herself.

Other Abilities: She’s a decent cook?

Apparel: As mentioned previously, she does wear the standard police uniform, but when off duty she can also be seen wearing a repairman jumpsuit while working on her bike in the attached garage of her apartment complex. When she’s neither on duty or fiddling with the bike she wears either baggy sleepwear when relaxing in her room or some pre-war casualwear when out in town.

Weaponry: Standard issued revolver and baton.

Other Equipment: Outside of the standard gear all officers of the SSPD have (such as handcuffs, radio, ect.) and the assigned gear for first responders (blankets, gloves, markers, camera, chalk and cotton swabs), she has a spare box of .357 ammo in the glove box, along with a couple bars of bubblegum and an ice-cold Nuka Cola (one of the benefits of having power from the Hoover Dam). She also usually has some sort of reading material in there – whether it be old pre-war novels or magazines or newly printed books since after the bombs dropped. Lastly, she has a tool kit for sudden repairs strapped onto the back of the bike. Who knows where it will break down?



Affiliation: The New California Republic, the SSPD and Chief Reynalds in that order.

Religious Belief: Non-practicing Christian. One of the results that came from Vault City having grown out from a G.E.C.K. and its rapid urbanization is that several small churches had space to pop up. Allie’s family, tracing their line back to first Citizens who tried to mimic the pre-war American way of life, have been Christians for generations. Since Vault City’s inclusion into the NCR and their forced confrontation with the “barbarity” of the wasteland the emphasis of maintaining a “pre-war American dream” within Vault City faded. The Didtons now view church going on Sundays as a social gathering of sorts.

Sexual Preference: Asexual? To be honest, Alison doesn’t know. She has never felt any strong attraction to anyone she’s met. It’s created problems with Freddie when he started pushing their relationship into waters she just didn’t want to venture into.

Relationship Status: Single.

Personality: Alison Didton is, in one word, patriotic. She has only seen the wastes a few times but the stark contrast between it and her home of Vault City and the capital of Shady Sands she was reassigned to convinced her that the NCR is the best thing to happen to the world since it ended. She sees the day that Vault City was annexed into the NCR and opened its door to the Wastes as a sign of what the NCR is doing to the Wastelands of America in general – incorporating them into its borders and bringing civilization and order to its doorstep.

And she, as part of the SSPD, maintains that order within the heartland of the new republic.



Alison grew up hearing stories of the old world.

America. That’s what it was called – a land that had grown powerful after a war with just a name called World War II – where the power of the atom was first unleashed. She had heard about how the land was once fresh and green, where grasses swathed over the ground and made everywhere soft and comfortable, a world where the sky was a perpetual state of blue, with billowing white clouds to dot them.

Vault City was a taste of that old world.

The G.E.C.K. that the original Vault dwellers, those old Americans who took shelter underground, brought with them when they ventured out took root in the hollow earth around Vault 8. Since those early days those plants, those pieces of the old world, sprouted into lush trees, grasses and purified water. Though her parents told her that she was blessed to be living here, in this slice of the old world, especially when compared to some of the horrors that faced the poor wastelanders in the world beyond, she just couldn’t feel it – Vault City was normal to her, Vault City was home.

That’s not to say her parents didn’t try. Her father, Derrick Didton and her mother, Marie Didton, both sought to give her the best education possible in post apocalyptia. Her father was one of the officers under Captain Burrich. He was a Patrolman, one of the few officers who made routine checks around the perimeter of the city. His desire for his daughter’s education dealt with the more practical side of survival, and basic training so that she could inherit his position as a city guard when she came of age. So shooting practice, spars and sprints were the name of the game for him.

The other basics for her education, such as reading, writing and basic arithmetic (counting, adding and subtracting) fell on Marie’s shoulders. In this regard, she had more than enough time. Marie Didton was a stay at home mom (something that would cause division between her and Allie years later). The only times she left the house is when she had social greets with the other women from the upper strata of society, which would mainly be other descendants of Citizens. They would have refreshments, wine or champagne, appetizers set within a china bowl as a table piece, adorn prewar dresses, and discuss issues within the city.

And when Barbara Varion came she would bring up the goals of the EOC.

The Equal Opportunities Committee. A nonprofit organization that sought to give “equal opportunities” to those who came from the outside, either in this generation or a previous one, to match their current legal rights granted by the NCR. They sought not only equal opportunity for education for all residents, but also universal health care, and equal dispensation of food and housing. Those they sought to put on an even footing not only included “Outworlders” (now considered a slur) but also ghouls and recovered addicts. They even advocated allowing entrance to a Nightkin who requested entrance into the city until the First Citizen and his council of advisers put their foot down on the matter.

As may be apparent, the head of the EOC, Barbara Varion, is also a member of the Follower of the Apocalypse. The Followers have a base in Vault City within the District Two (known as the “Courtyard” years ago). While the district has been renovated with quality housing like those in District One (previously known as “Downtown”) and the power of the G.E.C.K. has even spread to this district, providing greenery and fresh water, it is still plagued with poverty. In fact in the newly formed District Three there is even gang warfare. City guards are often deployed to this district compared to the relatively safe District One and Two. The Followers had their old base of operations in this district but were forced to move out due to pressure from the Cartelli clan, who are the primary drug dealers in the city.

Many of these drug dealers, like the Cartellis, had entered the city from the Den several years back.

And Barbara Varion came after them.

Prior to setting up residence in Vault City, Barbara Varion, then Barbara White, base of operations was near the Den. Due to how unsafe it was to live there, even for the Followers of the Apocalypse, she actually was set up outside the walls of the Den some few miles away from the Westside. There, addicts or those who were just in need of medical aid would travel out of the city to reach them.

And one of such addicts was Mike Varion.

The Varions were old blood in the Den and have been there since the settlement’s founding. In a den of slavery, the Varions managed to stay afloat and free due to their business – Autosmiths. Using old family knowledge that was passed down for generations, they can do autorepair. They once were even able to fix up cars, but the knowledge has degraded over the centuries so the most they can do is fix up some motorcycles – and even then its rather patchwork.

But still, Mike’s knowledge fascinated Barbara when the two met at the Followers. Their relationship sprung up out of that initial meeting and fascination. As it grew, Mike cleaned himself up and even joined the Followers as well, adding his bit of knowledge to their collection. They were married shortly before leaving to Vault City, after hearing rumors of the insipid drug trade growing in the Third District of the city.

But upon entering the city Barbara faced a new challenge.

It turns out that even though Vault City had to open its doors since its generators could no longer support its excessive population, though their laws had been reformed under the federal mandates of the NCR, still prejudices existed. As such, even though both she and Mike were from the Followers of the Apocalypse the very fact that Mike was once a “jethead” limited the options available to them. Those first few months that the couple tried to adapt to the new city were the months that the EOC was conceived.

Eventually though she did triumph, if only for her own family, and she was “accepted” among the ranks of the other upper class ladies and her son, once born and old enough to attend, was admitted into the Vault City School (which acted as both a Junior High and Highschool).

And there her son, Freddie, met Alison.

Her introduction to Freddie Varion marked a change in Alison’s life. He was her first friend, and she no longer had only long training sessions on the weekends to look forward to. Much like Barbara was years earlier, she too was fascinated with his knowledge of pre-war vehicle repair. Once she reached the equivalent of highschool and wished to make some extra caps over the summer she asked to work at his family’s autorepair shop part time.

As a gift for her sixteenth birthday, Freddie gave Alison her Hermes, a motorcycle that was mass-produced by Poseidon Energy and was meant to run solely on their energy sources. The gift, while great, highlighted the limitations of their repair skills. At most she could get up to twenty miles an hour on it, and it broke down on her at least once a week, but the gift was not for her to use the bike regularly but for her to repair it regularly. Allie soon spent the first of many hours in a warehouse a few blocks away from home.

At first, during these hours, Freddie would join her, giving advice and working on the bike with her. It was during these times that Allie came to the realization that Freddie’s feelings may extend past friendship. She made a conscious choice to never bring it up, not wanting to ruin the friendship she was so comfortable in by the inevitable rejection.

But it came anyway.

On the day of graduation, when she was eighteen and ready to join the military forces, Freddie confessed. They both knew they would go their separate ways after this, and maybe, subconsciously, he wanted her to give closure. So, she did.

The next nine years working as a city guard were eventful ones. District Three rose up in a fit of violent action the year she was recruited as if in greeting. The Cartellis in particular boosted their dealings. But in every altercation, her Hermes gave her the boosted speed necessary to successfully capture an escaping felon…assuming it didn’t die on her midride.

But it was only when she arrested the head of the Cartellis, Kris Cartelli, that she finally caught the attention of the SSPD.

She was promoted to Lieutenant and transferred to the Narcotics Department of the SSPD a week later.

It’s been five years since.

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Finally done. A few notes:

1. I figured the bike would be the most problematic thing. I pmed Immortal Undeath about it (since he’s the one who wrote the guide for Established Fallout Canon), but I didn’t hear back from him. The way I thought of it is that in Fallout 2 a NPC called Smithy helped repair a Highwayman for the Chosen One to ride in. The Varions are Smithy’s descendants and that’s how autorepair has been passed down in their family. However, the information has been degraded over time – which is why Allie gets lackluster results. Since we already have an engineer that fixes up the Rad Apple Bus, I hope this is acceptable.

2. I took liberties in describing the current Vault City. The guide only states that after it expanded so greatly that the generators couldn’t support it anymore that it joined the NCR. I describe it that the Council/Downtown/Citizen section is now dubbed District One, the Courtyard – District Two and the newly formed District Three actually exists outside the old walls of the city – a new wall has been constructed around it. So Vault City has two walls, a wall that separates the dangers of the wasteland from the city and a wall that separates the dangers of District Three from the interior.


Looking forward to some feedback!

TLT