Vaughn Joseph Jasper

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Name: Vaughn Joseph Jasper
Age: 19
Height: 6'0"
Gender: Male
Orientation: Heterosexual
Alliances: Innocent

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Likes:

• Quiet and peace
  
• Painting and drawing
  
• Solitude

Dislikes:

• Being mute
  
• People
  
• Loud noises and places

Wants:

• To talk
  
• To be a famous artist
  
• To have friends he can trust

Fears:

• Social interactions
  
• Bullies
  
• Being unable to use his hands

Appearance: Vaughn is of average height, but he's very skinny and pale. His hair is white blond and piecy, overlapping itself and generally a mess. Thick, darker eyebrows offset the light hair. His nose is slender but rounded. His eyes are blue-green and very expressive, and more often than not, looking either scared or concerned. His smile is brilliant and bright, if you can coax one from him. He rarely goes out in public, hence his being pale. Vaughn is never seen without a notepad and a pencil. Several different shapes and sizes of pencils reside in a small box clipped to his belt. He wears jeans, a t-shirt and tennis shoes. Even though he make look thin, he is actually muscular underneath. He is a street fighter, and though he almost never fights anymore, he keeps in shape while never leaving his apartment.
Personality: Vaughn is, most of all, shy. To an extreme. He is socially awkward, not only because he is mute, but because he just doesn't like people. He prefers to stay alone and paint, draw, keep his mind active while being alone. He is extremely creative and quite smart, in a more 'street smart' sense. He has endless amounts of energy, and moves jerkily and constantly, even when he's painting or drawing. He is always doing something, always creating with his hands, never destroying. He is quick to think, and can find solutions to problems swiftly, if not easily. Sometimes, very rarely, he can be cold and heartless. It's nothing much, most of the time, but feeling that almost scares him, seeing as it gets worse and worse every time it happens. It is only triggered when something disturbs him on a deep emotional level, and usually doesn't end well for anyone.

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Mother: Meredith Frost
Father: Jason Sean
Siblings: Ryan Sean [half brother], Jack Frost [half brother], "JJ" Jason Sean Jr. [half brother], Flaire Sage [half sister]
Family of Note: None
History: No one knows the exact identity of Vaughn's mother. On a cold August night, he, just barely born, was left on the doorstep of an orphanage in London, Britain. There was a note in the blanket he was wrapped it. It read:

You may be my son, but you're also the son of a man named Jason Sean. I can't stand to look at you. I'm sorry, Vaughn.
-Ms. Jasper

The orphanage took him in. The woman who ran it, being very protective, gave him the last name of the writer of the note. She just knew that Vaughn shouldn't have the last name Sean, because she thought that the boy's father might come looking for him, and it possibly wouldn't be a good kind of looking. Vaughn was born without vocal cords, and has always been uniquely mute to such an extreme that you can't hear him cough, or even breath. He was like any other baby and cried, except that he had no voice. He was just like any other child, except that he never made a noise. The workers at the orphanage took him to a doctor's when he was only a month old, and it was soon discovered that he had been born mute. Vaughn was never adopted - he grew up in that orphanage.

All his life, Vaughn was obsessed with drawing. He was extremely talented - painting, doodling, sketching, it all came naturally to him. He liked abstract, and he held a paint brush before he held a pencil. He used art to express himself and doodled to participate in conversations. His creativity could never be quenched. It didn't take him long to earn a small living from his abstract art. The orphanage sometimes bought paintings from him to put up on the walls. They often put the paintings he didn't sell to them on the walls in places that visitors would see them, and maybe buy them, or simply compliment him. Even that small gesture meant a lot.

People tried to teach Vaughn to talk, and he did try. Not a sound ever emerged from his throat, though. He laughed silently, coughed silently, shouted silently. He didn't make friends in the orphanage because they usually were adopted and sent away. No one stayed long, so, eventually, Vaughn grew tired of the sad good-byes and confined himself to his room, drawing. He didn't mind it, and it rarely bothered him that he was so alone. His only friend was one in his dreams. A pale-furred gazelle was always nice to him, always gave him ideas for his drawing and explained as much as it could about what he asked. It took several years for the gazelle to tell him about talismans, about Hunters and Innocents, Undecideds and Seekers. It took a chance encounter with a black jaguar fighting a lion in the street outside the orphanage to convince him that the war was real, even though the news pulled the incident off as simply two animals having escaped from the zoo.

Attending school was always a problem. The bullies tormented him, and he always had to stay near other people to keep safe. That didn't always work, though. Sometimes he would be cornered and they would either just steal and destroy his drawings or hurt him. It rarely came to punches. They knew that destroying his drawings hurt more than any physical abuse could. Still, they enjoyed shoving him into trash cans, lockers, and even dumpsters. Sometimes they were cruel enough to lock him in there, and his only way of making himself heard was to hit his confinement until someone heard him and released him. He would often panic, but never grew uncomfortable with small spaces, unless he was forced into one.

Vaughn was smart, but he spent most of his school time drawing, with his head constantly in his notebook. He never studied, never did his homework, and was always getting into trouble with his teachers. Making above a D on anything was a miracle. If he hadn't been so obsessed with art, he would have made great grades. He just didn't want to try.

As he got older, 15 and 16 years old, the likelihood of his being adopted dive-bombed. If no one had so far, he wasn't going to be adopted. He was given his mother's note when he was 16. It didn't matter to him. It only gave him more hate for his father and cooled the rage at his mother. Vaughn graduated high school as nothing special. Soon after that, he was possessed with the need to move. And so he did. He moved to Noatak, Canada, with big dreams of becoming a famous artist and big hopes that this talisman war wasn't as bad as what he'd seen on the street.

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Talisman: Rhim Gazelle
Description: The Rhim gazelle has the palest fur of the gazelle family, and slender, slightly S-shaped horns that are about a foot long. With large hooves, he can keep his footing on pretty much anything, though he's best adept at running across sand. Vaughn is rather nomadic, constantly on the move, even if it's to another room or another country. Faint markings decorate the gazelle's flank and face. He is roughly three feet and a half from nose to tail and weights only 55 lbs. Most gazelles travel in groups, but Vaughn tends to stick with only a handful of people.

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