name, Julien Vaughan (joo-lee-ehn vawn)
age, 37
affliction, coyote lycanthrope
played by, oakfather preserve u
theme, right trigger warning, mick gordonbuild, Intimidatingly large, Vaughan stands at a staggering 6 foot 8 inches with shoulders spanning 76 centimetres and a waist barely breaking 39. His muscular build shows the years of labour he put into assisting his family’s pig farming business, his large thick hands virtually gripping anything he pleases. He owes his soft skin to his father, Doc Vaughan. It’s purely genetics really. He bares a large scar on his right cheek, stretching from the bottom of his jaw to the side of his cheekbone, fortunately following the curvature of his face. This large creature of a man struggles to walk straight, walking with a certain swagger as his shoulders lead the way, his forearms never touching his sides due to the width of his biceps. His torso and legs are neither long or short, though due to his top heavy stature and his habit of wearing his belt quite low it may seem as if his legs were on the shorter side. Pale olive skin and dark features, Vaughan looks as though he was constantly furrowing his thick eyebrows - maybe he is. He’s grown himself a handlebar mustache, putting less effort into his dark medium-short length hair, often just sweeping it back over the top of his head; maybe some pomade when he’s got the time. He likes it when a little strand falls over his eye.. it makes him feel sultry. His big brown eyes seem to almost cancel out every intimidating feature on his body, allowing people to feel safe around him just by speaking to him. The 37 year old man is no stranger to wrinkles on his face, though they seem to fall just right and compliment his strong facial features magnificently. His deep eyebrow ridge paired with his tall straight nose demand respect from onlookers, the balanced lips bringing back a sense of approachability to his overall tone.
Apart from his regular human form, Vaughan has two main Lycanthrope forms. A war-form (half human, half coyote) and a coyote-form (full beast). Occasionally he will enter 'in between' stages, a form sitting a tad closer to human than coyote (coyote-man), and a form sitting closer to coyote than human (near-coyote). Usually these forms will only appear during the transformation process, however will make an appearance under the right conditions. Other than his regular humanoid form, he has a slight preference for his coyote form.
human > (glabro) coyote-man > (crinos) war-form
human > (hispo) near-coyote > (latrans) coyote-form (glabro) coyote-man, bearing sharp dual upper canines, feral eyes, claws, additional body hair, tail - appearing during highly intense emotional situations; often on the cusp of total rage.(crinos) war-form, Increasing in size, he grows to become a 9 foot tall behemoth. His eyes a shade of brown so dark it's almost black, however glowing a rich amber in the night. His body exceedingly muscular, mostly concealed under fur moderately long and incredibly soft, bordering the perpetually disgruntled visage, mouth decorated with large dual upper canines. Especially soft around the neck, in a way protecting one of the most integral parts of the body. Continuing down the body, speckled with greys, mink and ash browns, the fur is the most concentrated in the back and outer central parts of the body. His limbs, face, and inner torso remain relatively hairless. His calloused hands are so large and powerful it could twist the head off prey like one would a jar, with claws that gradient black at the tips. His tail long and unruly, curled like the hair on his humanoid head. As a Lycan, he has good control over his beastly instincts and perceptions, of course it wasn't always like this. Vaughan is incredibly fast in this form, well equipped to dodge silver bullets and other threats. His wide padded feet allow for him to make sharp turns, changing direction with ease, his tail able to redirect weight.
(hispo) near-coyote, An almost decrepit sight, like a coyote had shed all it's fur and it's animalistic features had began transforming into those of a human. An extremely rare sight, only truly visible if interrupted mid-transformation into coyote-form. A process that only takes a second. Vaughan cannot transform into a coyote if he is already in war-form. (latrans) coyote-form, His stature reflects his humanoid appearance, but only in height. Often mistaken for a wolf, he stands at 85cm, the average size of a large wolf. Large ears, endearing round dark brown eyes, a sharp snout, long legs, and a relatively slender build. Mostly black, his fur is speckled with greys, mink, and ash browns; lighter near the head. A dark patch lays on his forehead, continuing down between his eyes - perhaps a visual representation of the strands of hair Vaughan likes to leave resting on his forehead. Completely indistinguishable from the common coyote if not for his unique colouring and glowing amber eyes.
outfit, His trusty black gambler hat protects his eyes and his face as he’s often out in the elements. Vaughan sports a reddish brown bandana that practically lives around his neck, having an endearing look to it but serves the purpose of hiding his identity when need be. He likes to be comfortable and prefers to wear low effort items, and so his go-to outfit being a light brown shirt under a studded worn jean vest with black decals, relaxed dark jeans that seem to hug his thighs just enough, dark brown steel toed boots with floral decals on the calves, and golden spurs. He wears his dark brown belt quite lopsided and low, the belt decorated on all sides with high velocity rounds. It holds his revolvers inside holsters that are just as decorated as the guns they carry. Vaughan enjoys hanging his souvenirs from his jobs on his belt, sometimes they’re simply decoration but at times they prove to be of good use. He wears thick black leather gloves, however often keeping them in his satchel as he prefers to work with his bare hands; the satchel well-worn and dark brown in colour. Currently he hangs a simple compass and lighter found on in nightstand of an abandoned home.
romantic history, Heterosexual - He’s had his fair share of intimacy but never found himself in a bout of romance, never finding himself dreaming of the one he may start a family with in the future. It’s not exactly a topic of importance as he takes on any job he can assisting folk around the country.
weapon of choice, Vaughan chooses to dual wield double action revolvers, each in a dark bronze enamel, coyotes carved into the rose wood grips, and golden floral engravings decorating the entire body of the weapon; perhaps a bit unexpectedly flamboyant for a man with such rugged features. Generally, high velocity bullets are used, however Vaughan often opts for explosive rounds. Explosions just make things a bit more fun and rewarding. Due to his unnaturally large stature, a machete became his melee of choice. His large hands wield it as if it was a small pocket knife, being able to make it dance along the lengths of his fingers. Just enough length for his reach to be proportional to his size, while being short enough for him to retain his agility.
persona, Despite his intimidating looks, Vaughan is in reality a very sweet person and a relatively understanding one too. Though not to mistake his kindness for naivety, his tolerance for disrespect and inflated egos remains a thin veil of ice as he'd never behave in such a manner that is unbecoming unless given a real reason to. Born second to pig farmers Doc Vaughan and Dinah Vaughan, he helped with the business from a young age and soon took over the responsibilities of his sister Evelin, 4 years his senior, who was reluctant and revolted by the chores with a burning passion. Vaughan is used to violence and gore. Though growing up in this area makes it difficult not to be, his reasons for his demeanour around barbarianism are disturbed beyond compare. The Vaughan family were strangely well off for humble pig farmers, but sweet young Julien never questioned it and continued his due diligence every morning: One, clean out and refill troughs with fresh water. Two, do a head count of the pigs. Three, carry any left over feed back into the designated eating area. Four, pick up and burn any clothing left over from the pig feed. Five, clean up any scrap innards left. It was simply a part of his routine, it's no wonder his sister refused to do any of it. Sure, his parents may have a skewed morality predicament but they loved Julien and his sister all the same. Doc and Dinah were never cruel, not even when Evelin denied to do farm chores, they understood what they were doing and the implications it may have on their children. Julien never felt it was wrong growing up, because at the end of it all he was doing it for the parents he loved so dearly and understood that it wasn't a task that was brought upon the family by choice. Though when coyotes grab a hold of a pig every now and then, Vaughan couldn't help but feel relief. He moved out at the age of 19 to pursue his life's purpose, often travelling back home to help his parents with the farm.
Vaughan is incredibly loyal to those he deems deserving, having a soft spot for the elderly especially, though his perception of a person changes as quickly as he makes it as soon as they become disagreeable. He greatly respects autonomy in people, those who don't live off the advice and remarks of others. It's something he wishes he did more often as he practically grew up with his parents attached to the hip. Naturally he grew into his independence but he wished he had comprehended the concept sooner, due to this his confidence and decisions are fleeting, making him quite unpredictable. However, his upbringing has made him into quite the accommodating and pleasant fellow, having built himself a positive reputation through helping out with chores and tasks throughout the county. After all that's been said, don't be mistaken, Vaughan will never back down from a fight, and he's quite the capable fighter. Often laughing as he defeats his foes, blasting them with explosive rounds that can be heard from Anghor to the Dry Gulch. In a brawl it's almost as if a creature had taken over his body, with a hint of level-headedness he decimates anyone who dares to challenge him. The way in which his fingers slide against his weapons is almost unnatural, the bullet already in the flesh of his adversary before they can even see him draw his gun. His head is hot but not without reason, Julien Vaughan will do what it takes to protect those who need it.
He genuinely enjoys his work as he's able to ride on his beloved horse, Emrys, who he found stuck to an abandoned wagon off the side of a short cliff near Oar's Rest. The gelding had been injured from the fall, partially submerged in the cold marsh waters. Vaughan was the one to cut him loose and nurse him back to health, and in return Emrys repaid him with his loyalty. Something Vaughan treasures greatly. Vaughan resides in a small house just a few paces north of Amesquite City. He didn't enjoy the constant buzzing of city life nor did he like the quaintness of the country side, and so he settled at the border just south of Pella's Wish. Being able to look out onto the water and the lupine fields of Pella's Wish truly is a wish come true for him. As a 'sheltered' child he never made any friends, looking to nature and talking to the wild life to fill his void so often that they began to recognise him. Till this day he hasn't exactly made any friends, though he continues to treat everybody he interacts with grace; preferring to keep conversations to a minimum. He's not exactly a talker, though he does talk the ear off Emrys.
Emrys
breed & coat, Black Kladruber Gelding
tack, black and dark brown westernheight, 19 hands (unnaturally tall horse for an unnaturally tall man)
personality, An incredibly stoic steed, stupidly loyal and brave. As his life was given back to him by Vaughan, he feels indebted to and protective of him, often sticking to him like glue. Extremely intelligent, it's not rare to hear a whinny of warning from outside whenever his rider is inside an establishment. He's not the fastest steed but for his size, he's not bad at all. Due to his size he's exceedingly strong, being of utmost help to Vaughan during very hard labour tasks. Emrys has a preference for beets and salt minerals, enjoys grains and pasture grass, and absolutely despises hay.
