Vaughn Faeles
Name: Vaughn Faeles
Age: Forgot, certainly before regular civilization, I think.
Ethnicity: Bakeneko
Sexuality: Straight
Relationship Status: ...
Family: ...
School Year: Never entered
Partner: Mitsuyoshi.
Reason for being in the DWMA: To help the meisters and demon weapons in his own way.
Likes:
+ Milk.
+ Hard workers.
+ Peace.
+ Fish, secretly.
+ A challenge.
Dislikes:
+ Disruption.
+ Kishin eggs.
+ Death.
+ Betrayal.
+ Madness
Bio: Vaughn, like most, was a traditional human. His family had died long ago and he was just a little scrapper in a ancient village. Very unfortunate, but that's how his cards were dealt, boo-hoo. Unlike most kids who just stole, Vaughn was a industrial little tyke working con-jobs on the small roadsides of Spain and up Europe. Known as Kid Blink by some, when you realized your money was gone, he was gone in a blink.
Continuously moving through his life, Vaughn managed to grow into a handsome rogue by his early twenties, wanted by multiple governments for high stakes heists and many, many women. He had assembled a crew and had planned a major target. His men had caught word of a boat coming that had been filled with gold, and they had figured out the timing of when it would come in. They would boat out as the load would approach the coast from their hidden gulch. They would disguise themselves as pirates and move in and steal the goods at night as a surprise, go over the horizon, then make a turn around and stop into their gulch, where they would fence off their scratch.
It went off flawlessly, as all of Vaughn's plans went. But he didn't plan the loyalty of his crew. They tried to off him in his sleep, but they didn't realize the vivaciousness of Vaughn. He managed to escape, and swim to a archipelago they were sailing past, sadly carrying a wound. Reaching the larger of the collection of the islands, he ran past the beach into the trees, managed to bandage his wounds, then promptly questioned his life of crime while a bird perched on his hand.
After a while, he slipped into unconsciousness because who wouldn't in his spot. Then after waking up, he found himself in the company of a witch. She was beautiful, gentle, and kind. Contradicting most thoughts of what a witch was. She had been caring for him since she found him whilst gathering witch type things in nature. Ophelia, was her name, and she wasn't very trusting of him. She was silent, didn't like contact nor humans, as she had been hunted for while before she had escaped to the island they were currently on.
He stayed, against her wishes, sure, but then he proved himself useful. Vaughn made himself into a proper individual for her. She had a shack at which she had made herself comfortable in, but he changed that. In return for healing him, Vaughn rolled up his sleeves and got to work making a proper home for Ophelia. While staying out in the cold because she shunned him, he managed to make a cabin in two short work days! Chimney and everything! She chose to stay in the home, not because that she appreciated it or anything, she promptly said, but because she was cold. Then she threw him out of that home as well.
Things were rough at the beginning, of course, but after a while, they got used to each other, and even managed to fall in love. So all was well...
But that doesn't really explain why Vaughn is a cat, so it's time to describe one of the first tragedies of his life.
Naturally, Ophelia's past came up to catch her. Whilst Vaughn was out gathering wood at night, her hunters attacked. A group of mercenaries, pretending to have the word of god, and killing people with false accusations of being witches. Eaters of good souls. Kishin eggs. Upon returning with wood, he found the cabin on fire, and Ophelia running into forest in a attempt to escape her attackers. Wounded. She wasn't a fighter, only good at enchanting, transformation, powerful types of magic but none of them lethal.
The mercenaries followed her whilst unaware of Vaughn, who was angry. He was a man of shadows, and he made it aware to them, though only for a second, because when the second passed they were dead.
Their band of twenty was gone, and only the leader remained. He was strong, and evil, a wavelength of madness screamed from him. Vaughn paid no mind to this, but his heart sunk when he saw the one he loved have a blade plunged through her stomach. Any bit of Vaughn's calm nature was lost, then and there. He and the Kishin egg fought furiously, they both acquired fatal wounds. Vaughn's was a little less, a stab to the heart, as the other had his head removed with a wood cutting axe.
Vaughn moved to her, shuffling really, then fell to his knees and then to the ground utterly before her. They reached for each other, both of their lives flickering away, when she began a spell. Ophelia told him, with these words exactly: "Not you. Everywhere I went, death followed. I felt so bad and secluded myself here. You made me forget. I love you too much. Not you."
Using her last moment of life, she changed him, utterly in form, soul, resilience and strength. Before she died before him and he transformed, Vaughn had blacked out. Awaking, he was now a Bakeneko, but he didn't really care. Before him, where Ophelia laid, was now a purely beautiful bed of flowers.
He grieved for several days. Vaughn didn't know what to do. He made a grave for her, tended the land, repaired the cabin, but the hole in his chest still bled emotion, fresh and ready to hurt again at the slightest thought of Ophelia. Vaughn noticed time didn't touch him anymore, something physical and mental. Days passed without him caring, he was depressed. He decided to leave and find purpose, as suicide was probably the last thing the one who had loved had in mind for him.
Vaughn boated back to the main land, remaining in shadow due to his new, furry state. He made on with his life, choosing to fill the hole in his meaning with the deaths of the unjust. Deaths of the kishin-to-be. He carved a bloody-swath, attacked in shadow, started a superstition about black cats being bad luck, even though he wasn't a straight black-cat.
During his unlimited life, Vaughn met many. The original Lord Death, Eibon, Arachne and even a certain black mass before it decided to lock itself away in person's formerly mentioned, book. He saved witches under the persecution of Death at times, gaining his wrath at times, but was soon left alone.
Vaughn one day met a certain individual who carried a extreme blood-lust for Kishin-eggs as much as himself. Mitsuyoshi, a demon weapon who sought blood from KTB's for killing his parents. He reined from Japan, and was actually capable of turning into two blades, and didn't really pay any attention to the fact he was a cat. They worked well together. They held simple ambitions, and didn't care to share why.
They worked closely together for a long time, and unaware to Lord Death, Mitsuyoshi managed to become a death weapon. This happened during Asura's second life, and Vaughn and Mitsuyoshi were one of the groups that worked frequently across the globe to stave off the ever growing madness that grew while the morality manipulation machine was active.
After the event passed, Mitsuyoshi and Vaughn returned to hunting like they normally would. They had been chasing a pair Kishin eggs that were near fruition, naming themselves Bonnie and Clyde, they had been killing across the country side, under the radar of Lord Death. Not Vaughn or Mitsuyoshi's though.
This is Vaughn's second tragedy.
When they arrived to where B and C were hiding, they found out that the two had started a family sooner then their retirement goals, and one had already became a Kishin. Facing a family of madness bearing 127 in members and one Kishin, the hunters had their work set out for them. They took care of it easily, as they normally would, but then things changed when they reached the Kishin.
Bonnie, now completely lost since Clyde had been cut in two by Vaughn, she went all out on them. She was furious, spurred by rage, her attacks were ceaseless, and Vaughn lost one his eyes. Vaughn was nearly killed when Mitsuyoshi transformed into a human to take the blow.
He was a professional, so he changed right back into a weapon right after. Vaughn managed to take the lead, taking Mitsuyoshi and cleaving the Kishin into two. The fight was over. When Vaughn spoke to his partner, he said nothing back. He didn't speak, he didn't transform back into himself, nothing.
Vaughn sat across from Mitsuyoshi for several days at a camp site. Staring at the blades, hoping for a reaction. Something was wrong, because demon weapons needed to eat, but Vaughn knew this wasn't really the case. He knew he had been in denial this entire time, because back at Bonnie and Clyde's hide out, Mistuyoshi's soul wavelength had left him.
Vaughn left America with his partner, and fell off the radar entirely to mourn. He eventually turned up several years later, sick of fighting, but sick of being sad as well. He used his snowballed money from over the years and established a milk bar, restaurant, and boarding house in Death City. Offering free service to meisters and death weapons, he decided to take a passive approach to support the cause.
Abilities:
+ Advanced Bakeneko form : Vaughn's soul isn't inclined to magic, so he doesn't know how to turn human... Alternatively however, it is unnaturally strong, able to stay calm in any sort of situation and against madness and while his size is small he is able to launch buses over the horizon on strength alone, and his speed is unmatched.
+ Worldly Knowledge: The cat has gone places, and has mastered so many kinds of combat that a normal mind can not react to how to combat it. His fighting types come from many different regions. Listed by such.
Thailand:
Muay Thai
Krabi-krabong
Lerdrit
Muay Boran
Japan:
Aikido
Judo
Karate
Kendo
Kyudo
Ninjutsu
Sumo
India:
Gatka
Inbuan Wrestling
Kalaripayattu
Malla-yuddha
Mardani khel
Musti-yuddha
Mukna
Pehlwani
Silambam
Thang-ta
Vajra-musti
China:
T'ai chi ch'uan
Wing Chun
India
Israel:
Kapap
Krav Maga
... Just to list some of the ones not learned in the Americas...
+ Bakeneko senses: He has hunted so much in his life that he can sense madness across the planet, and can feel emotions through wavelengths, sensing doubt, happiness, fear, and the other wide ranges.
+ Mitsuyoshi: His demon weapon, while devoid of soul, is still powerful, though he refrains from using it. When it cuts, it cleaves the soul as well as the body, and can cut through attacks as well as madness, and when Vaughn moves his wavelength through it, it stands as a shielding beacon from wide scale attacks.
+ Peace through meditation: Vaughn recently meditated for a while on life up in the mountains, and has reached his true inner potential. He is normal when one blade is drawn, but when the second is drawn, he able to deliver a blow unyielding fast and wide, able cut down a entire forest in one movement. Can only be used once, when the second blade is drawn, but speed and strength still hold a certain high afterwards.
Personality: Tries to listen to people's problems, even though he doesn't like to talk about his own. He is a warm-hearted fellow, even though he gives off a sadness when by himself. Not to say he is old-minded, but he is a weathered soul, and will not take in fighting between friends. Likes pretty women.
Theme:
Made By: Domino The Damned
Name: Vaughn Faeles
Age: Forgot, certainly before regular civilization, I think.
Ethnicity: Bakeneko
Sexuality: Straight
Relationship Status: ...
Family: ...
School Year: Never entered
Partner: Mitsuyoshi.
Reason for being in the DWMA: To help the meisters and demon weapons in his own way.
Likes:
+ Milk.
+ Hard workers.
+ Peace.
+ Fish, secretly.
+ A challenge.
Dislikes:
+ Disruption.
+ Kishin eggs.
+ Death.
+ Betrayal.
+ Madness
Bio: Vaughn, like most, was a traditional human. His family had died long ago and he was just a little scrapper in a ancient village. Very unfortunate, but that's how his cards were dealt, boo-hoo. Unlike most kids who just stole, Vaughn was a industrial little tyke working con-jobs on the small roadsides of Spain and up Europe. Known as Kid Blink by some, when you realized your money was gone, he was gone in a blink.
Continuously moving through his life, Vaughn managed to grow into a handsome rogue by his early twenties, wanted by multiple governments for high stakes heists and many, many women. He had assembled a crew and had planned a major target. His men had caught word of a boat coming that had been filled with gold, and they had figured out the timing of when it would come in. They would boat out as the load would approach the coast from their hidden gulch. They would disguise themselves as pirates and move in and steal the goods at night as a surprise, go over the horizon, then make a turn around and stop into their gulch, where they would fence off their scratch.
It went off flawlessly, as all of Vaughn's plans went. But he didn't plan the loyalty of his crew. They tried to off him in his sleep, but they didn't realize the vivaciousness of Vaughn. He managed to escape, and swim to a archipelago they were sailing past, sadly carrying a wound. Reaching the larger of the collection of the islands, he ran past the beach into the trees, managed to bandage his wounds, then promptly questioned his life of crime while a bird perched on his hand.
After a while, he slipped into unconsciousness because who wouldn't in his spot. Then after waking up, he found himself in the company of a witch. She was beautiful, gentle, and kind. Contradicting most thoughts of what a witch was. She had been caring for him since she found him whilst gathering witch type things in nature. Ophelia, was her name, and she wasn't very trusting of him. She was silent, didn't like contact nor humans, as she had been hunted for while before she had escaped to the island they were currently on.
He stayed, against her wishes, sure, but then he proved himself useful. Vaughn made himself into a proper individual for her. She had a shack at which she had made herself comfortable in, but he changed that. In return for healing him, Vaughn rolled up his sleeves and got to work making a proper home for Ophelia. While staying out in the cold because she shunned him, he managed to make a cabin in two short work days! Chimney and everything! She chose to stay in the home, not because that she appreciated it or anything, she promptly said, but because she was cold. Then she threw him out of that home as well.
Things were rough at the beginning, of course, but after a while, they got used to each other, and even managed to fall in love. So all was well...
But that doesn't really explain why Vaughn is a cat, so it's time to describe one of the first tragedies of his life.
Naturally, Ophelia's past came up to catch her. Whilst Vaughn was out gathering wood at night, her hunters attacked. A group of mercenaries, pretending to have the word of god, and killing people with false accusations of being witches. Eaters of good souls. Kishin eggs. Upon returning with wood, he found the cabin on fire, and Ophelia running into forest in a attempt to escape her attackers. Wounded. She wasn't a fighter, only good at enchanting, transformation, powerful types of magic but none of them lethal.
The mercenaries followed her whilst unaware of Vaughn, who was angry. He was a man of shadows, and he made it aware to them, though only for a second, because when the second passed they were dead.
Their band of twenty was gone, and only the leader remained. He was strong, and evil, a wavelength of madness screamed from him. Vaughn paid no mind to this, but his heart sunk when he saw the one he loved have a blade plunged through her stomach. Any bit of Vaughn's calm nature was lost, then and there. He and the Kishin egg fought furiously, they both acquired fatal wounds. Vaughn's was a little less, a stab to the heart, as the other had his head removed with a wood cutting axe.
Vaughn moved to her, shuffling really, then fell to his knees and then to the ground utterly before her. They reached for each other, both of their lives flickering away, when she began a spell. Ophelia told him, with these words exactly: "Not you. Everywhere I went, death followed. I felt so bad and secluded myself here. You made me forget. I love you too much. Not you."
Using her last moment of life, she changed him, utterly in form, soul, resilience and strength. Before she died before him and he transformed, Vaughn had blacked out. Awaking, he was now a Bakeneko, but he didn't really care. Before him, where Ophelia laid, was now a purely beautiful bed of flowers.
He grieved for several days. Vaughn didn't know what to do. He made a grave for her, tended the land, repaired the cabin, but the hole in his chest still bled emotion, fresh and ready to hurt again at the slightest thought of Ophelia. Vaughn noticed time didn't touch him anymore, something physical and mental. Days passed without him caring, he was depressed. He decided to leave and find purpose, as suicide was probably the last thing the one who had loved had in mind for him.
Vaughn boated back to the main land, remaining in shadow due to his new, furry state. He made on with his life, choosing to fill the hole in his meaning with the deaths of the unjust. Deaths of the kishin-to-be. He carved a bloody-swath, attacked in shadow, started a superstition about black cats being bad luck, even though he wasn't a straight black-cat.
During his unlimited life, Vaughn met many. The original Lord Death, Eibon, Arachne and even a certain black mass before it decided to lock itself away in person's formerly mentioned, book. He saved witches under the persecution of Death at times, gaining his wrath at times, but was soon left alone.
Vaughn one day met a certain individual who carried a extreme blood-lust for Kishin-eggs as much as himself. Mitsuyoshi, a demon weapon who sought blood from KTB's for killing his parents. He reined from Japan, and was actually capable of turning into two blades, and didn't really pay any attention to the fact he was a cat. They worked well together. They held simple ambitions, and didn't care to share why.
They worked closely together for a long time, and unaware to Lord Death, Mitsuyoshi managed to become a death weapon. This happened during Asura's second life, and Vaughn and Mitsuyoshi were one of the groups that worked frequently across the globe to stave off the ever growing madness that grew while the morality manipulation machine was active.
After the event passed, Mitsuyoshi and Vaughn returned to hunting like they normally would. They had been chasing a pair Kishin eggs that were near fruition, naming themselves Bonnie and Clyde, they had been killing across the country side, under the radar of Lord Death. Not Vaughn or Mitsuyoshi's though.
This is Vaughn's second tragedy.
When they arrived to where B and C were hiding, they found out that the two had started a family sooner then their retirement goals, and one had already became a Kishin. Facing a family of madness bearing 127 in members and one Kishin, the hunters had their work set out for them. They took care of it easily, as they normally would, but then things changed when they reached the Kishin.
Bonnie, now completely lost since Clyde had been cut in two by Vaughn, she went all out on them. She was furious, spurred by rage, her attacks were ceaseless, and Vaughn lost one his eyes. Vaughn was nearly killed when Mitsuyoshi transformed into a human to take the blow.
He was a professional, so he changed right back into a weapon right after. Vaughn managed to take the lead, taking Mitsuyoshi and cleaving the Kishin into two. The fight was over. When Vaughn spoke to his partner, he said nothing back. He didn't speak, he didn't transform back into himself, nothing.
Vaughn sat across from Mitsuyoshi for several days at a camp site. Staring at the blades, hoping for a reaction. Something was wrong, because demon weapons needed to eat, but Vaughn knew this wasn't really the case. He knew he had been in denial this entire time, because back at Bonnie and Clyde's hide out, Mistuyoshi's soul wavelength had left him.
Vaughn left America with his partner, and fell off the radar entirely to mourn. He eventually turned up several years later, sick of fighting, but sick of being sad as well. He used his snowballed money from over the years and established a milk bar, restaurant, and boarding house in Death City. Offering free service to meisters and death weapons, he decided to take a passive approach to support the cause.
Abilities:
+ Advanced Bakeneko form : Vaughn's soul isn't inclined to magic, so he doesn't know how to turn human... Alternatively however, it is unnaturally strong, able to stay calm in any sort of situation and against madness and while his size is small he is able to launch buses over the horizon on strength alone, and his speed is unmatched.
+ Worldly Knowledge: The cat has gone places, and has mastered so many kinds of combat that a normal mind can not react to how to combat it. His fighting types come from many different regions. Listed by such.
Thailand:
Muay Thai
Krabi-krabong
Lerdrit
Muay Boran
Japan:
Aikido
Judo
Karate
Kendo
Kyudo
Ninjutsu
Sumo
India:
Gatka
Inbuan Wrestling
Kalaripayattu
Malla-yuddha
Mardani khel
Musti-yuddha
Mukna
Pehlwani
Silambam
Thang-ta
Vajra-musti
China:
T'ai chi ch'uan
Wing Chun
India
Israel:
Kapap
Krav Maga
... Just to list some of the ones not learned in the Americas...
+ Bakeneko senses: He has hunted so much in his life that he can sense madness across the planet, and can feel emotions through wavelengths, sensing doubt, happiness, fear, and the other wide ranges.
+ Mitsuyoshi: His demon weapon, while devoid of soul, is still powerful, though he refrains from using it. When it cuts, it cleaves the soul as well as the body, and can cut through attacks as well as madness, and when Vaughn moves his wavelength through it, it stands as a shielding beacon from wide scale attacks.
+ Peace through meditation: Vaughn recently meditated for a while on life up in the mountains, and has reached his true inner potential. He is normal when one blade is drawn, but when the second is drawn, he able to deliver a blow unyielding fast and wide, able cut down a entire forest in one movement. Can only be used once, when the second blade is drawn, but speed and strength still hold a certain high afterwards.
Personality: Tries to listen to people's problems, even though he doesn't like to talk about his own. He is a warm-hearted fellow, even though he gives off a sadness when by himself. Not to say he is old-minded, but he is a weathered soul, and will not take in fighting between friends. Likes pretty women.
Theme:
Made By: Domino The Damned
