Post by vaughn on Mar 13, 2010 18:00:51 GMT -5
<Victor Vaughn>
Full Name- Victor Vaughn
Gender- Male
Age- 40
Date of Birth- June 17th
Sexual Orientation- Heterosexual
Location- Transient
Celebrity Claim- Reddick, Lance
What should we call you?- Zyre
Play anyone else?- Michael Zyre, Sam Keaton, and John Callahan
Have You Read the Rules?- I am the shoe goddess.
Personality-
Victor Vaughn is a very complex human being. Victor is an incredibly intelligent individual who strives for a challenge and adores any type of puzzle that happens to make his mind work thoroughly while keeping his interests piqued. In conjunction, Victor is incredibly intolerable of all “simple” minded things. He hates stupidity and cannot stand moronic things like reality television shows. In keeping with this sentiment, Victor is not fond of children as he finds them to be completely annoying and an incredible waste of time. Moreover, Victor abhors politicians and finds them to be entirely untrustworthy.
In addition, Victor holds a love for anything involving finesse, and finds himself being extremely meticulous. Finally, Victor holds an incredible hatred for leaving anything to chance. In being so meticulous, Victor finds it best to often to do things where he has a strong ability to control the overall outcome of the event. Victor is also extraordinarily versed in a variety of skills, which aid him in his profession and every day life. Victor is extremely manipulative and can easily acquire the outcome he desires from people. Additionally, Victor is very attentive to everything he encounters and picks up the minutest details in a situation. Because of this, Victor is able to attain the utmost focus within even the most stressful situations. Through this, Victor is very adaptable and is able to react and respond to a situation at a single moment’s notice.
On the other hand, Victor is an extremely domineering individual and likes to be the one in control of a situation. Under this notion, Victor is as egotistical as they come. He is very good at what he does and does not like it when people underestimate him, because quite frankly, Victor is usually better than the rest. Thus, it comes as no surprise that Victor is an immensely prideful individual. When someone insults him, Victor is likely to take offense, even if the insult is the tiniest of sorts. As a child, Victor was on the shorter side. Even though he grew and now stands at roughly 6’ft 4” he is still not overly large by any standards. He may be tall, but Victor is not extremely built. Through this, Victor developed something of a Napoleon Complex and finds himself ready to go up against even the larger of opponents. Victor is something of a perfectionist and likes to do things correctly. If there’s a mistake in something, Victor will notice and attempt to rectify it. Additionally, Victor does not like to be wrong. He is very argumentative when he believes himself to be right and does not like to admit that he is actually in the wrong.
Likes-
- Symbology
- Science
- Mystery Novels
- Hummus
- Computers
- Golf
Dislikes-
- Children
- Reality Television Shows
- Politicians
- Tofu
- Motorcycles
- Leaving Things to Chance
Strengths-
- Adaptability
- Attentive
- Astute
- Manipulative
- Focused
Weaknesses-
- Domineering
- Egotistical
- Argumentative
- Pride
- Perfectionist
Skills-
- Deadly With a Knife
- Knowledge of Multiple Types of Firearms (Sniper Rifles, Assault Rifles, Hand Guns, etc.)
- Fluent in Arabic, Bosnian, Farsi, French, and Serbian
- Playing the Fiddle
- Knowledge of Forensics
Flaws-
- Fear of Commitment
- Scattered Chest Scars
- Napoleon Complex
Abilities/Powers/Skills-
Civilian.
Language – Throughout the course of Victor’s life he has picked up a multitude of different languages, which include Arabic, Bosnian, Farsi, French, and Serbian. He is fluent in all of these after having spent a fair amount of time in countries where the languages were widely spoken.
Weapons – After receiving extensive military training, Victor has become extremely deadly with a blade, but is most skilled with a small blade (a combat knife or a throwing knife is best). Additionally, Victor is trained in the usage of a wide array of firearms. He favors sniper rifles for their accuracy and their reliability, though he holds pistols to be a close second when a sniper is not available.
Combat – Victor is highly trained in hand-to-hand combat as a direct result of his military career. Victor’s hands are a weapon to be reckoned with and he will most certainly not refrain from using them if the situation calls for it.
Forensics – Victor’s college degree lies in Forensic Science. Through this, Victor is able to be extraordinarily precise and careful in his “activities.” He doesn’t make mistakes often, and he rarely screws up. Victor’s expertise lies in not leaving any traces of his own existence, and he does not usually manage to mess up in this department.
Limits-
Victor’s main limit is his humanity. He lacks a special ability and is a civilian. Like any human being though, Victor is not a God. He can screw up, and even though he does not like to admit it, he does actually screw up and make mistakes.
Appearance-
Victor Vaughn stands at a menacing 6’4”. Though he is very tall, Victor is does not have an overly large build, and is actually quite lanky. Despite his thin physique, Victor is still very strong for his size and is not to be underestimated. Upon his chest, Victor has many scattered scars that vary in size and shape, from a shrapnel wound he received while serving in the army. Victor keeps his head shaved and has actually come to treasure being bald as it reduces the chances of him leaving behind any evidence. With a gaunt facial expression, Victor’s deep brown eyes echo two hollow empty holes.
Victor Vaughn carries himself with a steady stride that echoes his sense of pride and overwhelming ego. Usually, Victor keeps himself clean-shaven by shaving every morning, and is not one to allow any gruff to linger. One can normally find Victory wearing formal, business-like clothing. However, this does not mean that he doesn’t wear casual clothing; on the rare occasion one might be able to find Victor sporting an old pair of jeans and a plain t-shirt.
Faction- Villain
Birthplace- Seattle, Washington
Mother- Stephanie Vaughn/Deceased/Unemployed/Civilian
Father- Andrew Vaughn/75/Tailor/Civillian
Siblings- Sarah Vaughn/35/Professor/Civillian
History-
Victor Vaughn was born to Andrew and Stephanie Vaughn on the 17th of June in Seattle, Washington. Born into a middle class family, Victor’s father made an average living as a tailor. Throughout his childhood, Victor lived a happy home life with his parents and younger sister of five years. During the course of his youth, Victor excelled greatly in his schooling and was usually within the top five of his class. Moreover, Victor enjoyed being challenged. He strived for anything that could make his brain turn and twist in ways it had not before. The young boy excelled in his studies and especially took to foreign languages, moving to quickly learn French over the course of his youth. In addition, Victor took up an unusual instrument to further challenge his brain, and began to learn to play the Fiddle. After advancing ahead a grade, Victor graduated high school early and moved on to college life where he attended Stamford University, where he studied Forensics.
Upon graduating, Victor enrolled in the United States Marine Corps. Throughout his tenure as a marine, Victor spent much of his time abroad in the Middle East, where he was able become fluent in Farsi and Arabic. During his tenure as a marine, Victor found that he was extremely adept at military life. He wasn’t necessarily the beefiest of guys, but what Victor lacked in strength and size, he made up for in speed and intelligence. After all, even the strongest men can fall from the tiniest occurrences. Victor excelled in his work and continued to succeed for quite some time going above and beyond the call of duty. During a recon mission that was running quite smoothly, insurgents ambushed Victor’s squad. Amidst the accompanying chaos that ensued, Victor was caught between an explosion, which sent shrapnel flying and scattering into his chest. Though he was able to successfully and fully recover, Victor still holds a mess of scars across his chest to serve as a reminder of what happened.
After spending a fair amount of time in the service, Victor left the armed forces on a whim. He thought that he had had enough. For the time being, Victor lived in south of France in the city of Marseilles. After a few weeks though, Victor had begun to feel restless; as though something, something very vital from his life had been missing. Though he thought that he had been ready to leave the military, Victor soon realized that he was dead wrong. Yet, Victor did not want to go back to the military. He needed change. He needed variety in life. Instead Victor found himself searching for something different this time, Victor found himself amidst the Balkans and spent a few months honing his skills as a mercenary during the Bosnian War.
After what seemed like an eternity, Victor returned to the United States. He had left a young boy and was coming back to his home country as an adult. He had years of experience and overwhelming knowledge at his disposal. Unsure of what to do with his life, Victor turned to some of the darker ways of achieving an income via his own particular set of talents. Very quickly, the man began to make a name for himself amidst the world of assassins. He had a particular set of skills and was very good at what he was doing. Thus, Victor’s reputation began to grow throughout the criminal underworld. After many successful years of a life of crime, Victor began to settle quite nicely into his role and profession. He wasn’t a hit man per se. No he was much, much more. Not only did Victor work jobs that were difficult, but he also became an excellent Cleaner. Victor was the kind of guy you called when people screwed up. When they weren’t quite good enough to finish a job. Victor was good and he got things done efficiently. Through this, Victor has continued successfully through his life as a professional assassin and cleaner.
Anything else?-
Victor usually employs a variety of weapons that he favors over others.
WA2000
Heckler and Koch USP .40
Colt Python .357
Compressed Gas Knife
Sample RP-
Victor Vaughn now stood at the bar with his hands at his side. His sports jacket was draped over the back of his chair and his sleeves were rolled up to right below his elbows. He stood opposite a trio of drunken morons. Boy, this was going to be fun. It had all started, when the drunken fools had accosted Victor. Here he had been, sitting at the bar, minding his own business. He had found himself in the bar after a successful kill. Victor had been sitting there idly, simply sipping his glass of gin and biting softly into one of the cocktail onions that had lain within his drink. Merely an hour prior, Victor had been carrying out a hit. The body was probably turning cold now. Yet, Victor didn’t give a shit. He had to keep himself detached from it all. He didn’t know the guy whom he had killed and he didn’t care. It was a good feeling. It kept Victor sharp, poised, and ready for action. His mind was void from all distracting, emotional thoughts about the life he had taken. It was all a part of the job.
As he sat there, minding his own business, Victor soon felt something, or rather, someone, push against his back, rather forcefully. For a moment, Victor wished that it was an accident. Just some idiot who happened to slip on his own feet. Yet, it didn’t seem like that would be the case as Victor heard the distinguishing sound of someone clearing their throat behind him. Well, the die was cast… Whoever this fucker was, Victor was pissed. He’d been interrupted for no reason, whatsoever, and now someone was going to pay. As he stepped out of his chair, Victor remained silent. Coldly, the towering man turned to the man before him, clearly out sizing him in comparison. For some reason unbeknownst to Victor, the man began to shout incoherent expletives at Victor. Slightly, Victor shook his head as he began to roll up his sleeves. As if almost on cue, two of the moron’s friends joined his side. Never a dull, fucking moment…
And so there they were, four men standing amidst a now quiet bar, eying each other quietly. Simply waiting for someone to move first. "Come on… Before my drink gets warm… Please?” Victor invited the drunken trio to move first. It was only fair. After all, they didn’t know what they were getting into. Almost immediately, one of the original moron’s friends charged at Victor, blindly. Easily, Victor side stepped the man and grabbed his arm as he attempted to punch Victor. Rapidly, Victor delivered two blows to the man’s arm, causing it to break loudly. Quickly, Victor followed through and powerfully struck the fool underneath his chin, succinctly sending him down to the ground. Without further warning, the original idiot, charged at Victor head on. Forcefully, Victor grabbed the man by the back of his skull and smashed his head into a nearby table. As he bellowed in pain, Victor brought the man’s face down into his knee, knocking him thusly, unconscious. Though he stood still for a moment, the third man quickly turned on his heels and ran out of the bar as quickly as possible. Silently, as if nothing had happened, Victor grabbed his cocktail and finished the remaining drink in a single gulp. From there, the man placed the glass on the bar and picked up his coat. Without saying another word, Victor left the bar, unfazed by the events that had just transpired.
