Emma Vaughn

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O N _ Y O U

Name/Alias: Taeko
Gender: Female
Experience: A little more than two years on various rpgs.
Location: San Francisco, California.

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C H A R A C T E R _P R O F I L E

b a s i c s

Full Name: Emma Caroline Vaughn
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Date of Birth: November the Fifth
Tainted? Yes.
Ability:
Abalienation.

Emma has had her ability for eight or nine months at this point, and can now absorb others' thoughts with some level of ease. She is starting to be able to control the flow of thoughts she hears. Memories are a bit harder, and she is nowhere near ready to start with abilities.

Beliefs:
Emma believes that being Tainted is a curse. Due to her being shunned in the Outer World by her family, she now lives in Sanglignee, seeing as she isn't well accepted anywhere else. She was never one to jump into something unfamiliar without proper research beforehand, and this new ability is definitely unfamiliar. All she wants is to live like she did before: in the Outer World, blissfully ignorant.



a p p e a r a n c e

Eyes:
Small and blue. They will rarely look back into your own eyes if you are looking at her, and are mostly found staring into space.

Hair:
Brown and a few inches past her shoulders. It can appear mousy at times and is either in a bun, ponytail, or plait most of the time. On occasion, she will let it down.

Height: 5'2.
Weight: 123 lbs.

Distinguishing Features:
Emma has large feet and hands, which makes the rest of her body seem a bit out of proportion.

Other:
Emma's face is pale and round, and it makes her eyes seem a little alienesque at times. Her nose can look a little big, depending on which angle you see her from, and her lips are full. Most of the time, she wears a long-sleeved shirt and jeans, as she was never one to dress up a lot.


p e r s o n a l i t y

Likes:
- Mornings.
- Fruit.
- The smell of coffee.
- Dipping her hands into sacks of grain.
- Pianos and violins.

Dislikes:
- The phrase 'fruit of the womb.'
- The sound of nails screeching on chalkboards.
- The sound of gritting teeth.
- Fog.
- Messy eaters.

The Good Points:
- She's a good listener, seeing as she's not much of a talker.
- Once you have earned her trust, you have it completely and will not lose it unless you have betrayed it.
- She is understanding.
- And also impartial.
- She can cook pretty well.
- She also plays the violin well.

The Bad Points:
- She is a self-proclaimed coward.
- She gets extremely anxious.
- When that happens, she starts cleaning and frantically disassembles and reassembles anything she can find. It isn't limited to her possessions either.
- She lets other people influence her decisions quite easily.

Habits:
- Biting her nails.
- Biting her lip.
- Drumming her fingers.

Possessions/Obsessions/Other:
She has a red cap that she always keeps with her. Though it is not always on her head, it is always in her ever-present brown book bag. She feels, in a sense, naked without it. Her excuse for carrying it around is that if a cold spell hits, at least her head will be warm.



o r i g i n s

Place of Birth: Cardiff, Wales.
Family:
Collin Vaughn [father/deceased at age 39]
Isabel Lasset Vaughn [mother/41]
Garron Vaughn [older half-brother/25]

History:

Emma was born at St. David's Hospital on November the Fifth, 1990 at 1:32 A.M. Her father, Collin, was a 30-year-old cop who had recently divorced his eight-year-old son's mother. Her mother, Isabel, was a bright eyed 24-year-old who'd just moved to Cardiff from Manchester. They met through a mutual friend at a dinner party. They had a few drinks, one thing led to another, and next thing they knew, Isabel was pregnant with a little baby girl. It was rather embarrassing for Collin, seeing as the divorce had only been finalized several weeks prior, and hot off its heels came a one night stand and a fetus.

Emma's parents ended up getting married when Emma was about six months old. It was a bit out of obligation for the child, but it was still a relatively happy marriage. However, when Emma was 9, her father was shot in a line of duty. She doesn't remember much about the day she found out about her father's death, only that her mother tried to hug her, and Emma wouldn't let her. The only person she spoke to on a regular basis was her half-brother, Garron. That went on for two years, until he left and moved to Aberystwyth.

She became aware of her abilities on a day just like any other. She was biking home after school, minding her own merry business when she turned a corner a bit too sharply and fell. A man came off the sidewalk to help her out. When he took Emma's hand to help her up, she suddenly heard Stupid. She should've known to slow down. The voice seemed a bit muffled, like he was talking from under a blanket. Still, she stared at him, not moving and gripping his hand tightly. He raised an eyebrow at her and tried to let go of her hand. This time, it was Has she gone mad or something?. However, he simply asked her if she was alright, to which she quickly replied "Yes." She didn't tell anybody about the incident when she got home, and she thought that maybe she was just imagining things. Everything would be fine in the morning, right?

Wrong. When her mother woke her up the next day for school, she heard Mornings shouldn't exist. They're too excruciating.. Like the previous day, she immediately sat up and looked at her mother. In turn, her mother asked if she'd had a bad dream or something. Emma said no, and went downstairs for breakfast. Garron was there, visiting, and Emma asked him how he slept. He said he slept fine, and patted her arm. As a result, she heard Not at all, thanks to the sexcapade. Emma looked up from her cereal to find Garron eating his own very calmly, and she decided to dismiss it. The same thing happened at school, where she'd bump into people and hear little snippets of what they were thinking or what had happened to them five or ten minutes prior. This went on for a week until she finally told her mother.

Isabel was a firm Christian since Emma's father died and she decided to get some faith. When Emma said she'd been hearing people's thoughts, Isabel panicked. At first, she accused Emma of witchcraft, but as the argument progressed, Isabel had another idea. "It's the devil.," Isabel had said, "The devil has taken my daughter." She'd went up to Emma and slapped her briskly across the face. "Get out of her! Get out of her!" Isabel had kept screaming. Emma knew that her mother wasn't completely sane after her father had died, but she'd seen a shrink and taken pills. Religion had given Isabel something to lavish her obsessions upon. So when Emma finally grabbed her mother's wrists and screamed back at her, telling her to stop. Isabel ripped her hands away from Emma's, and told her to leave and never come back. "You are not my daughter. You are a copy of Satan. No good person would look into the mind of another." Isabel had said.

And so Emma left, taking nothing but her bookbag, a change of clothes, her jacket, and her violin. The first few weeks away from home she spent wandering around Cardiff, playing her violin here and there for some money. Eventually she heard about the other people like her, and decided to find out more. She soon found out that the other like her were a shunned people, for when Emma told the people she asked about them about her situation, they called her "Tainted" and would speak to her no longer.

Over the course of the next couple months, Emma found out more about these "Tainted" people and where they were centralized. She made her way to France, telling people that she had run out of money, and was on her way to see an aunt who would take care of her. It worked most of the time, and five months after being turned out of her home, Emma had gotten to Sanglignee. She has remained there ever since.

m i s c

RP Sample:
[from a Stargate: Atlantis rpg]

I wonder what this place was used for. It looks deserted.

Well, they were wrong. Tiersen didn’t know what to do. Should she say something? No, her voice would probably be too hoarse from lack of use. Should she get out of the tub? No, her legs would probably give way, also from lack of use. The most she could do was lie there and wait. She trembled a bit more than usual as she heard their footsteps go around the room. Her shaking hand moved up to her chin, holding her jaw together to keep her teeth from chattering. She didn’t know whether she wanted them to find her or not. On the plus side they could take her from this place. On the minus side, the Wraith guarding her and the others would find her, and most probably kill her and the others. Then they’d put her in higher security, and she’d never escape.


And so she waited. Tiersen realized that the more likely happening was that she and the others would die if they found her. Therefore, she held her breath, hoping they the four of them would leave as soon as possible. She had been taught to hold her breath for two minutes. No more, no less. If she took a breath, they’d find her, they weren’t deaf. And nor were they stupid. By the sound of it, the man named ‘Rodney’ was very smart, and their go-to guy for answers. They spoke very loudly. Even with the loud pattering of falling water, Tiersen could hear their voices clear as day.


46. 47.


They were still walking around. Why wouldn’t they leave? There wasn’t much to see in the room, other than the tubs like hers or the water falling from the ceiling. It couldn’t be very interesting. Then again, Tiersen had not seen the room in a long time. Not since she came to this place. How long ago was it?...three years, maybe four. She had stopped counting a long time ago. It was very difficult, if not impossible to tell night from day in the small space. She remembered when she first came, they’d tied her and the other new arrivals to the tubs, so as to ensure that they could not run away. One of the people that was with her had attempted to. The guards fed on him in front of them all. It wasn’t a pleasant sight, nor was it a pleasant sound. A sort of sucking noise accompanied by his screams of fear.


89. 90.


Still here, were they? They had better hurry up with their business. She could hear soft beeping noises emitting from their location. What was making it? It quite bothered her to hear something else than water falling after so long. She used to be somebody who would gladly run into unfamiliar territories, but now, things were different. This whole thing made her wary. Even if they did find her and take her away, how did she know whether it was to be sold again or not?


115. 116.


No, not now. Please, not now. Hold out for just another minute, come on—


120.


Tiersen’s mouth opened and she gasped for air. She should have known better. The people that had come were nosy and would be here for a hell of a lot longer than two minutes. Maybe…maybe they hadn’t noticed? Maybe they were too busy with their beeping thing to have noticed that--

Hey, I think I hear something.

Shit.

Character Model: Stacy DuPree.

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