Offline
Mar 31, 2020 15:04:11 GMT -5
Tag me @vaughn
|
|
Post by Vaughn Adeney on May 15, 2010 9:53:19 GMT -5
   Every man must decide
whether he will walk in the light of creative altruism
or in the darkness of destructive selfishness.
Vaughn was not on the same hill for the same reason Roland was. He was not there to appreciate the beauty of it, nor was he there to reflect upon his life. Life was dismal; filled with nothing but disappointment and corruption. These thoughts were what forced Vaughn to not leave upon climbing the hill, and seeing a woman there. He was intrigued by her. He stood in silence, watching her as she seemed to soak in the scenery, while a smile played on her lips. Vaughn smirked, folding his arms across his chest, and just standing there, eying her very carefully. He was not sure how long he had been standing there, but to be sure not to miss the opportunity to say this, he spoke.
"You must be a very naive woman," he said, finally breaking the silence, though peaceful for her, not so peaceful for Vaughn. He did not move from his position, as he continued to stand there, staring at her. "For only a naive woman would endure life and all its corruption, with such a beautiful smile of content." Vaughn appreciated nothing; he saw no beauty in a sunset. All he saw was another day of life waster away, while dark neared and allowed all the creatures of the night to emerge....whether they were people or animals. Vaughn still however, found it amusing that someone could smile at nothing. Yes; to Vaughn, she was not exposed to the true nature of life, and he was not shy to tell her those exact words.
|
|
Offline
Mar 31, 2020 15:04:11 GMT -5
Tag me @vaughn
|
|
Post by Vaughn Adeney on May 15, 2010 9:11:01 GMT -5
 Vaughn was ready to move on from this street, proud of his victory, though he was not exactly smiling. The next event that unfolded was nothing that Vaughn could even come close to predicted. He was often used to bullying another, seldom finding it a challenge and when it proved to be one..... he just found great amusement in it. However, there was absolutely nothing amusing about a vegetable being thrown at his head. He was not in the stocks. He felt something hard, and mushy at the same time, hit the back of his head. He quickly turned around, looking down at the ground to see a squashed tomato by his feet. His face expressionless and with out asking in words, his eyes spoke for him, demanding who dared throw a tomato at his head. If the seeds were intertwined in his locks somehow, well, then the tomato attacker was truly going to pay.
Vaughn's eyes surveyed the massive crowd, but it did not take long for them to rest upon a young woman, who was standing there, staring at him with an expression that could only be described as surprise. Vaughn was going to take advantage of any fear she may be experiencing, ever so slight. He slowly walked up to her, a false smile on his lips as he forced his expression to drastically soften. "Dear lady, were you the one who happened to throw that tomato at me?" He asked, his voice was deep, and it held a tone of politeness and respect..... though both of these were false.
[[Sorry its a little short. I was just building it up a bit, because I have what he is going to do in his next post planned]]
|
|
Offline
Mar 31, 2020 15:04:11 GMT -5
Tag me @vaughn
|
|
Post by Vaughn Adeney on May 14, 2010 12:21:38 GMT -5
Every man must decide
whether he will walk in the light of creative altruism
or in the darkness of destructive selfishness.
Vaughn had never been in Camelot before. He did not think it was an incredible experience to be in this land, as he had come across those who believed that Camelot was an amazing kingdom that would be an honor to serve. No. Vaughn though, just like every other place, that it was despicable. His cynical point of views forced him to never find anything good about anyone or anything, and this was no exception. He dismounted from his horse, leading it along with him, as the streets were so crowded, there was barley any room to walk.
The streets were cramped with eager people, running around to do their duties. They kept bumping into him, some muttering apologies, others just moving along their business. Vaughn was so distracted by cursing each person that brushed against him, that he did not notice a basket on the side of the street. He nearly tripped over it, but caught his balance, only making him slightly stumble. Still, it was enough to make him angry at the inanimate object. Or rather, the person who placed it there. He looked down at it. It was filled with a large pile of neatly folded clothing. That is what made Vaughn's next actions so much fun.
He kicked it. No. He not only kick it; he kicked it hard. It was hard enough for the basket to move far enough from his stationary position and for all the clothes to fly in different directions, scattering on different spots on the street. He hoped they got trampled on. But what he hoped even more, was that the person who's basket he had kicked, was watching him and would confront him.
[[ Tag Elora]]
[/font] |
|
Offline
Mar 31, 2020 15:04:11 GMT -5
Tag me @vaughn
|
|
Post by Vaughn Adeney on May 13, 2010 15:41:39 GMT -5
• Vaughn • Adeney • | ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ |
.:Name of Character:. Vaughn Adeney
.:Nick Name:. Tends to make up names for himself.
.:Age:. 24
.:Status:. Nomad
| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |
.:Physical Appearance:.
.:Eyes:. dark brown, large and round
.:Hair:. brown, very curly, kept cropped a little above his ears, and the rest runs halfway down the back of his neck
.:Skin:. white, slightly tanned from all the time he spends outside, has a thin mustache and very short beard
.:Clothing:. dresses as a knight does, seldom dresses casually, has a bit of armor though never a full chain mail, always keeps a dagger at his side, and always has two swords strapped to his back, dresses in dark colors (black and gray)
.:Height:. 6"2'
.:Portrayed by:. Ioan Gruffudd
| ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ |
.:Personality:. Vaughn is a mysterious individual. He does not at all personify the qualities expected of a knight. He may be courageous and skilled as a warrior, but he lacks any sort of loyalty, empathy, and morality. He has no concern for others well being making him a selfish individual as he only looks out for himself. He has no sense of morals and values, and will only aid someone if he is to get something to gain from it, even if that something is just an adventure and the joy of killing someone else. He is cold and detached from all other people and beings. He can kill with no hesitation but only with purpose, and he insensitive to the sufferings of others. In fact, he finds humor in morbid situations and often makes highly inappropriate jokes. He finds others discomfort and sorrow comical and entertaining to himself. These sort of personality traits is what makes him rather unpopular, though he makes no attempt to redeem himself of this. He prefers a life of solitude. Because of his lack of peers and allies, he also therefore lacks any social and communication skills, making it difficult for him to realize when he has crossed a boundary or said something beyond the limit of appropriateness.
He has no sense of purpose or loyalty to anyone else, which is why he always needs a reason that to help someone rather than do it out of the kindness of his heart. He can be arrogant, and gives off a very insensitive vibe for he appears to show no emotion under any circumstances. He has no fear, not even in the face of death for dying to him, is something that he knows is inevitable. This lack of fear makes him reckless and irrational for he does not care about the consequences of his actions. His conversations with others are not always pleasant. He never talks about himself, unless he decides to make up a story about his past, as he will never reveal the true events of his life that had taken place. This makes him a bit of a pathological liar and gives him a reputation of untrustworthy. He enjoys deception, a little too much, and likes to provoke people, as he is often not offended to affected by what others say to him. His heart of stone prohibits him from experiencing any sort of emotion. He can be patient, and does not have a temper, however he can be extremely unpredictable, making him a bit dangerous. He is more analytical than people assume. He in intelligent but presents himself as the opposite, again, returning to his enjoyment of deceiving others.
.:Strengths:.
- Skilled swordsman
- Detachment from others
- Lack of emotions and fear
- Analytical and unpredictable
.:Weaknesses:.
- Lack of social skills
- No morals or values
- No allies
- No sense of purpose
.:Magic Abilities:. None what so ever. He has no opinion of magic, and will just defend himself if it proves to be a threat to him.
.:Special Skills:.
- Skilled swordsmen, uses two swords. This is his only weapon of choice, as he has not mastered any other. He is ambidextrous so can fight extremely well with both hands.
- Provoking people by using humor in less than appropriate situations.
.:Accents:. English
| ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ |
.:Birthplace:. Adeney Estate
.:Family:. Is a very sore subject for Vaughn.
.:Occupation:. A nomadic knight
.:Current Location of Residence:. None, he is traveling as he does not like to settle in one place
.:History:. Vaughn was the first son, born into a noble family in a Kingdom far beyond Albion. He has a younger brother, and three sisters. He lived a typical life of a noble, perhaps the only difference being that even at a young age, he did not have a sense of right and wrong. He acted more selfishly than consider the feelings and needs of others, and while his father tried to instill some values into his son, it did not prove to be effective. Vaughn, like any nobleman, was sent at a young age to serve as a page. He went to a neighbouring estate and fulfilled the necessary duties for him to move smoothly up the ranks as he later became a squire, and by the age of seventeen, became a knight. When he returned home, an unpleasant, unexpected surprise awaited him. His younger brother by a year, was announced to be the new Lord of Adeney. This infuriated Vaughn, as he was the oldest and expected to be the new Lord of the land. His father explained to him that he was not qualified to be the heir to this land, for he did not possess the characteristics to be a good leader. Vaughn was considered too selfish, and inconsiderate which showed his inability to demonstrate the necessary compassion and loyalty to his people, and ultimately, the king. Though he had sworn allegiance, he was regarded as untrustworthy and his intentions were still uncertain by others...with good reason. It was at this moment, that Vaughn truly resented his entire family.
Not long after he was knighted, did a vicious battle break out in the land. While his intentions were unknwon before, they were clear now. He was expected to lead the army, and use this opportunity to show his worthiness of the title of Lord, showing his nobility and loyalty. Instead, Vaughn did nothing. He refused to lead the army, despite his exceptional skills as a warrior, and allowed someone else to take that responsibility. Or rather, forced somenoe else to take that responsibility by his refusal to do anything. He felt he owed nothing to his family, and could truly care less of they tore the land apart. Vaughn stayed for some time, witnessing others going off to battle, with very few numbers returning. This did not phase him. Instead, it pleased him to see them failing. Vaughn`s father could only take a limited amount of this, and so disowned his son, stripping him of any titles and wealth. This was the greatest news Vaughn had ever heard, for it officially freed him. Instead of feeling disgraced, as his father had hoped so that he would return to his family and defend them, Vaughn took this opportunity to collect very few things, take his horse, and ride away from Adeney, never to return.
Vaughn does not know what happened to his family, nor does he show the slightest bit care or remorse for what happened. He enjoys his current lifestyle, experiencing new surroundings every day and engaging in new adventures. While he does not exactly enjoy the company of people, he enjoys pushing their buttons, seeing how far he can provoke them. This his main form of amusement, and his unfortunate hobby. He does not seek retribution for what he did, nor does he seek glory for he truly does not care about what others think of him. He cares only about himself, and looks out for only himself.
|
|
