Kassil

You were a traveling mechanic, working in wood and metal and glass out of necessity, the back of your van-turned-wagon an entire workshop in itself. There were always those who means of transit broke down along the endless roads, and when you found them you could often fix what had broken, and provide the work to stop the next few likely breakdowns from happening. Your trade was the closest thing the Vault had to a general faith, and vans like yours grew increasingly common over your life - the drive to help others as strong among the wanderers of the road as among any other people across the Infinity of Infinities.

During the Summer, you learned to make light, airy clothing that would help shade and cool; pale and reflective the better to keep people from overheating and suffering sunstroke. When the first rains came, you pulled out aged reserves of waterproofing oils and had cloaks against the rain to trade within the first week, and as the evenings grew colder and colder, you began to work with fabric that had previously only been for decorative trim - wool, velvet, furs - to help people adapted to relentless heat deal with the first hints of cold and their inability to cope with it.