Post by john on Nov 17, 2017 9:34:06 GMT -5
Player: John
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Have you read the General Rules?: yes
Are you adopting a character from the Open for Claims List?: Yes
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Character Name: Meical Vaughn
Age: 33
Gender: male
Birthdate: July 12, 1394
City / Region: Mynyth Sheabagh, Vulcanis
House [ Birth ]: Vaughn
Played by: Jason Momoa
Appearance:
Meical is… well… to put it in a nutshell – huge! His poor mother! Being her first child, as well as being one of the biggest newborns the midwives had ever seen – Gael came perilously close to expiring in her efforts to birth him! But thankfully for all, both mother and child came through the experience, with Gael recovering quickly, thanks to the age old skills of the healers. And Meical, first child, first son, heir presumptive to Gareth, head of the Vaughn clan, was heartily welcomed, with cheers that were almost as lusty as his newborn bellows.
Thus, from birth to the current day, Meical has always been a man not easily overlooked or forgotten. He has always towered over other men. And his robust appetite - coupled with the never ending work and training expected and required of every member of his clan – saw him growing into a veritable mountain - not his only attribute that has had more than a few seeing him as exemplifying the volcano that dominates their island and their lives. Like all of clan Vaughn, his skin is kissed with the darker hue of the ash that has rained down upon them since time immemorial, his long, shaggy hair likewise the color of the black volcanic rock. He has a hard, wild look about him, befitting a man who will one day be a leader on this hard and often unforgiving island.
Personality:
Some might view personality traits in black and white terms – what is a virtue can not be a flaw, and vice versa. But with Meical, as with all mankind, most of the fibers from which his psyche is woven are a complex twist of good, bad, and neutral. He is a Vaughn, and therefore was raised with a core set of values commonly held by his clansmen. Yet, he is his own man as well, with his own take on how those values apply in his life.
One might say that Meical is, above all, loyal to his family and his clan, and to his island home more broadly (notably, the crown rulers of Archades come in a dim last). Yet there have been, and will be times, when his own opinion of what is in their best interest – or what might drag them down, possibly to the point of extinction – differs from that of his kin, or island neighbors. In these instances, he feels compelled by a strong sense of doing what he feels is the right course of action, sometimes in complete contravention to even his closest family. To say it bluntly, he is no kiss-ass to his father, or any other man or woman, and he has a highly developed sense of confidence in his own judgment. Does this make him stubborn, or arrogant? Some might call it that. But in truth, he has his own vision of what is best for the Vaughns – and that will always be his north star.
In this way, you might say Meical has a high level of integrity – for he stays true to himself. Yet this in no way means that he isn’t capable of the most devious and underhanded schemes – if that takes him closer to his goal. For him, the end always justifies the means. He has his own code, though – one defined by a simple philosophy of do no harm to those who do not deserve it, but if the situation warrants it, all is fair in love and war (war in particular). He has many leadership qualities – being tenacious, decisive, and adaptable (he’s quick on his feet both physically and mentally). Yet in some instances, any or all of these traits might spill over the berm and be denominated as pig headedness, rashness and being too quick to abandon a well thought out strategy in favor of some impromptu, jury-rigged, impulsive craziness. However, at the end of the day, such boldness and drive are more often than not rewarded by achieving desired objectives. When carefully laid plans look about to fail, Meical’s instincts to switch things up are often right on the money.
Temperament wise, Meical can be a bit of a hot head, though he almost always can control his temper, when it suits him. He isn’t “out of control.” But he is a passionate man, either passionately in favor of something – or someone – or against – and if the latter, then don’t expect him to change his mind any time soon, or to act fake and pretend he is happy if situations calls for him to endure whatever it is he despises. He was much more mercurial in his youth; age and maturity have taught him to look more to the long game, and ultimate desires, to counter the impulse to rip someone’s head off.
Meical is neither a good man nor a bad one. He has ambitions but they are really not for personal advancement. He only wants to ensure his clan and all of their progeny are secure and have an advantageous position in this scramble we call life. He is tough, enduring, and with a physicality that is predominant for the men (and some women) of his time. Yet he is also a seeker – a man who tries hard to see through the veil of mystery which is the future, in order to choose the wisest course for his clan. He isn’t particularly pleasant, neither is he a complete ass, nor is he evil. He has the stomach to do quite unpleasant things – heinous even – yet he doesn’t do them for pleasure, only because they are necessary. Like most human beings, the weft and warp of his fabric twines and twists as needed. But for the most part, it is a strong weave that provides, above all a protective mantle for his clan and his family, and his island. Beyond that, look to yourselves for Meical isn’t likely to give much of a rat’s ass.
Specific Skills or Abilities:
Wicked with a sword ( he can easily wield a two handed monster like a Claymore but actually prefers a lighter estoc)
Even more brutal with a war hammer or mace, preferably with some sort of polearm in the other hand
Can throw a spear hard enough to pin a boar to a tree from twenty paces
Do not give him a bow – although he certainly has the strength to pull a longbow, or crank a cross bow faster than many men, he does not have a taste for such long range weaponry – he recognizes their utility but personally wants to be right there in the thick of things
He knows basic field “first aid” but otherwise has no higher skill in healing
Generally knows what most of his clansmen know about farming, herding, and building/carpentry – seeing as all are expected to know such things
A skilled hunter, but again, prefers using a spear to a bow
Not exceptionally graceful as a rider – his bulk and height limit the mounts who can bear him, and he always feels far more comfortable on foot (he’s also incredibly nimble for his size, though lately he has a sense that age is beginning to compromise both agility and speed)
Possessed of a good intellect, his analytical abilities allow him to come up with winning strategies – he is a good tactician – most of the time; however, his hot head often gets in the way of cooler logic and reason
Character History:
Life is never certain. Although Meical Vaughn was, by birth, launched into a position which gave him better odds of both surviving and prospering, he was raised with a healthy dose of understanding the precarious nature of existence. Nature and mankind both posed limitless hazards to any one individual’s ability to grow, mature, procreate and then ultimately, find their way to the grave. It was thus a group effort that increased the chance that he would make it to any semblance of ‘old age’ – to see not only his own children come into the world, but perhaps grandchildren as well. To know that his line would carry on, after his own bones mouldered to dust. This is the core of the man. Heir to the leadership of his clan, Meical’s internal prime directive, his touchstone, is always – what must be done to keep his children, his family, his clan and their adherents alive and moving ever forward towards greater stability and joy.
He was raised to be a leader, instructed by his elders to know all that a man needed to know, in order to inspire others to accept him as their Laird. His father took him in hand almost before he was weaned from his mother’s teet, and for many years Meical was the man’s shadow, constantly in his wake, watching, listening, learning. He was never a silent pupil, nor a passive one, however. Meical was always a bold boy, full of pluck, and full of himself. He was the Laird’s son, and he knew that gave him privileges over many (though not all). Yet by nature, he was not a bully. He didn’t feel he needed to prove he was better than the other boys that were his age. He simply felt like he wanted to best them, in an honest fashion – when it came to anything physical. As for learning things from books, well, he was not so keen on that, although he did his duty by them, somewhat grudgingly. But he had a passion for competition, of almost any kind, as long as it involved running or climbing, riding or tracking or wrestling or anything with a weapon. He loved the feel of a sword in his hand, and later a battle axe, or mace, and then the spear.
He was taught the skills of a farmer, and a builder, at least to know the techniques and the wisdom accumulated over countless centuries living under the volcano’s capricious eye. How to read the weather, how to care for and breed improvements into their livestock, which oaks were ripe for felling to build a new barn, how much seed to put by for the next year’s crops – perhaps not the stuff some other dainty princes might be set to master, but all vital pieces of his tutelage for the time when he would lead the people of Mynyth Sheabagh. He was taught to hunt and he took to that like a fish to water, impatient with a bow but finding a kind of visceral exhilaration when wielding a spear.
Meical was not a perfect student, nor was he a perfect boy. Although he wasn’t overtly defiant towards his father, he certainly never hesitated to express his own opinions about matters that affected the clan, as he came close to the passage into adulthood. The two often clashed, though typically it was done in private. Meical wasn’t prone to challenging his father in front of the very men they would need to count on to trust in their judgment. Like many a young man, Meical saw his father’s prudence as lack of conviction, his caution as apprehension, and thinking before acting as fear. These are all boyish ways, and time has wrought many of the same changes in the son as they had the father in his own time. Of late, though, Meical and his father seem to have reached a precipice from which they may not be able to find a way back, when it comes to their thinking on recent developments between the High Laird and his island nemesis.
On a softer note, if one could call it that, Meical has been quite busy creating the progeny for which he works so diligently to provide a future. He is thirty-three and has sired children on three women so far. The first was his first wife, the daughter of one of his father’s most loyal supporters. The man was fierce, cunning and had the heart of his own huge extended family, all brave warriors. Meical and the girl had been betrothed as a match between two men who looked upon one another practically as brothers. He himself was philosophical about the marriage. He knew he’d have to wed this girl and he made no protest. The union made sense. He was seventeen and she sixteen when the entire population of Mynyth Sheabagh celebrated the heir’s wedding to his father’s best friend’s daughter. Meical got right down to doing his duty and within a six month the girl was with child.
Unfortunately, the birth of twin boys proved more than she could bear, and with the first cries of his sons, Meical wept for the loss of his young wife. But life went on. Out of respect for his friend, who felt the loss very keenly, Mecial’s dad did not quickly set about finding his son a new wife. The boys were turned over to Gael and her ladies to see to, and eventually Meical found solace and physical contentment in the arms of a mistress. It was a discrete arrangement, although everyone ultimately knew about it. In a small community, people often turn a blind eye to such arrangements. She wasn’t a woman that he could ever hope to make his wife, and she knew that and was accepting of that bare fact. In time, she bore him another son, shortly before his betrothal to a girl from the mainland was announced.
Sionead Connell. She was no-one in particular – the niece of the Laird of Glenn Tuathas, one of many, daughter of a younger brother of Geoffrey. But Meical had laid eyes on her at a gathering at Llwyn Newyth and that was that. She was the prettiest, liveliest, merriest girl he’d ever seen and he wanted her, badly. And although Gareth grumbled a bit, thinking a more local match would have served the family better, Meical found a staunch ally in his quest to bring Sionead to his bed in the person of his mother. Sionead was Gael’s second cousin – being the daughter of her cousin Daniel. Being a Connell herself, Gael had long seen the benefit (in her eyes) of building more ties with the mainland clans of Vulcanis. Gareth wasn’t opposed to this general scheme either – it was certainly a well established tradition – to not only keep the clans close, and bound together with mutual purpose – but also to prevent too much inbreeding within any one family. He himself had taken a Connell bride, as arranged by both his and her parents.
Gareth’s mild opposition was quickly defeated and the negotiations began with Geoffrey and Daniel when, of a sudden, tragedy struck their clan. Geoffrey was wounded and soon died of injuries sustained in a hunting accident. His heir, Ruadhan stepped up as the new Laird of Glenn Tuathas, and all that delayed finalizing things for a bit. But there seemed no reason to oppose the match and things soon enough went forward again. Sionead seemed happy with the match that was being proposed for her, and in due time, Meical was able to claim his bride and bring her home to Waverly Castle. He was twenty three by this point, and his bride a youthful sixteen. It proved to be a good match, with Gael helping her cousin adapt to the more rustic and often raw ways of the Vaughns. Sionead brought forth yet another son for her new husband within the first year of their marriage, and in the intervening ten years has also birthed two daughters, and is now pregnant with her fourth child. They’ve had good luck and no deaths so far, helped of course by their position, which provides for the best that Mynyth Sheabagh has to offer, in terms of adequate food and shelter, and whatever healing arts are to be had. It’s a passionate match, still, with Meical foregoing mistresses in favor of his wife’s warm bed and the joy of raising his sons and daughters.
As has been said, things of late have definitely taken a turn towards a deep abyss – which, if crossed successfully, may lead to new heights of power for the island clans. Yet Meical has looked long and hard into that crevasse of treachery - from which there seems little hope of return should his clan fall into its black depth. There has been talk, and talk, and talk, and now action – but, as always, his father’s choices and those of their neighbors are not necessarily those of Meical. He is not afraid. But like all men – or at least those with a decent brain – time and age and experience has taught him that strong arms may not always win, no matter how fierce, and that brute force is not always triumphant over playing a long game. Time will certainly tell how successful Vortigern’s impulsivity will be, and what fate awaits those who support – or oppose – him.
Current Update: Meical Vaughn and his family are residing at family apartments in Waverly Castle
. The political situation is to say the best quite unstable for the House. Meical has a broad plan that may just work for all sides concerned. Time shall reveal this plan.
Additional: I have requested to adopt this character as he was originally created by Seven who deserves much credit in the effort!
Last Edit: November 17th 2017
John
Best Contact Method(s): PM
Have you read the General Rules?: yes
Are you adopting a character from the Open for Claims List?: Yes
If so, have you discussed the required character elements with the contact person?: Yes
Character Name: Meical Vaughn
Age: 33
Gender: male
Birthdate: July 12, 1394
City / Region: Mynyth Sheabagh, Vulcanis
House [ Birth ]: Vaughn
Played by: Jason Momoa
Appearance:
Meical is… well… to put it in a nutshell – huge! His poor mother! Being her first child, as well as being one of the biggest newborns the midwives had ever seen – Gael came perilously close to expiring in her efforts to birth him! But thankfully for all, both mother and child came through the experience, with Gael recovering quickly, thanks to the age old skills of the healers. And Meical, first child, first son, heir presumptive to Gareth, head of the Vaughn clan, was heartily welcomed, with cheers that were almost as lusty as his newborn bellows.
Thus, from birth to the current day, Meical has always been a man not easily overlooked or forgotten. He has always towered over other men. And his robust appetite - coupled with the never ending work and training expected and required of every member of his clan – saw him growing into a veritable mountain - not his only attribute that has had more than a few seeing him as exemplifying the volcano that dominates their island and their lives. Like all of clan Vaughn, his skin is kissed with the darker hue of the ash that has rained down upon them since time immemorial, his long, shaggy hair likewise the color of the black volcanic rock. He has a hard, wild look about him, befitting a man who will one day be a leader on this hard and often unforgiving island.
Personality:
Some might view personality traits in black and white terms – what is a virtue can not be a flaw, and vice versa. But with Meical, as with all mankind, most of the fibers from which his psyche is woven are a complex twist of good, bad, and neutral. He is a Vaughn, and therefore was raised with a core set of values commonly held by his clansmen. Yet, he is his own man as well, with his own take on how those values apply in his life.
One might say that Meical is, above all, loyal to his family and his clan, and to his island home more broadly (notably, the crown rulers of Archades come in a dim last). Yet there have been, and will be times, when his own opinion of what is in their best interest – or what might drag them down, possibly to the point of extinction – differs from that of his kin, or island neighbors. In these instances, he feels compelled by a strong sense of doing what he feels is the right course of action, sometimes in complete contravention to even his closest family. To say it bluntly, he is no kiss-ass to his father, or any other man or woman, and he has a highly developed sense of confidence in his own judgment. Does this make him stubborn, or arrogant? Some might call it that. But in truth, he has his own vision of what is best for the Vaughns – and that will always be his north star.
In this way, you might say Meical has a high level of integrity – for he stays true to himself. Yet this in no way means that he isn’t capable of the most devious and underhanded schemes – if that takes him closer to his goal. For him, the end always justifies the means. He has his own code, though – one defined by a simple philosophy of do no harm to those who do not deserve it, but if the situation warrants it, all is fair in love and war (war in particular). He has many leadership qualities – being tenacious, decisive, and adaptable (he’s quick on his feet both physically and mentally). Yet in some instances, any or all of these traits might spill over the berm and be denominated as pig headedness, rashness and being too quick to abandon a well thought out strategy in favor of some impromptu, jury-rigged, impulsive craziness. However, at the end of the day, such boldness and drive are more often than not rewarded by achieving desired objectives. When carefully laid plans look about to fail, Meical’s instincts to switch things up are often right on the money.
Temperament wise, Meical can be a bit of a hot head, though he almost always can control his temper, when it suits him. He isn’t “out of control.” But he is a passionate man, either passionately in favor of something – or someone – or against – and if the latter, then don’t expect him to change his mind any time soon, or to act fake and pretend he is happy if situations calls for him to endure whatever it is he despises. He was much more mercurial in his youth; age and maturity have taught him to look more to the long game, and ultimate desires, to counter the impulse to rip someone’s head off.
Meical is neither a good man nor a bad one. He has ambitions but they are really not for personal advancement. He only wants to ensure his clan and all of their progeny are secure and have an advantageous position in this scramble we call life. He is tough, enduring, and with a physicality that is predominant for the men (and some women) of his time. Yet he is also a seeker – a man who tries hard to see through the veil of mystery which is the future, in order to choose the wisest course for his clan. He isn’t particularly pleasant, neither is he a complete ass, nor is he evil. He has the stomach to do quite unpleasant things – heinous even – yet he doesn’t do them for pleasure, only because they are necessary. Like most human beings, the weft and warp of his fabric twines and twists as needed. But for the most part, it is a strong weave that provides, above all a protective mantle for his clan and his family, and his island. Beyond that, look to yourselves for Meical isn’t likely to give much of a rat’s ass.
Specific Skills or Abilities:
Wicked with a sword ( he can easily wield a two handed monster like a Claymore but actually prefers a lighter estoc)
Even more brutal with a war hammer or mace, preferably with some sort of polearm in the other hand
Can throw a spear hard enough to pin a boar to a tree from twenty paces
Do not give him a bow – although he certainly has the strength to pull a longbow, or crank a cross bow faster than many men, he does not have a taste for such long range weaponry – he recognizes their utility but personally wants to be right there in the thick of things
He knows basic field “first aid” but otherwise has no higher skill in healing
Generally knows what most of his clansmen know about farming, herding, and building/carpentry – seeing as all are expected to know such things
A skilled hunter, but again, prefers using a spear to a bow
Not exceptionally graceful as a rider – his bulk and height limit the mounts who can bear him, and he always feels far more comfortable on foot (he’s also incredibly nimble for his size, though lately he has a sense that age is beginning to compromise both agility and speed)
Possessed of a good intellect, his analytical abilities allow him to come up with winning strategies – he is a good tactician – most of the time; however, his hot head often gets in the way of cooler logic and reason
Character History:
Life is never certain. Although Meical Vaughn was, by birth, launched into a position which gave him better odds of both surviving and prospering, he was raised with a healthy dose of understanding the precarious nature of existence. Nature and mankind both posed limitless hazards to any one individual’s ability to grow, mature, procreate and then ultimately, find their way to the grave. It was thus a group effort that increased the chance that he would make it to any semblance of ‘old age’ – to see not only his own children come into the world, but perhaps grandchildren as well. To know that his line would carry on, after his own bones mouldered to dust. This is the core of the man. Heir to the leadership of his clan, Meical’s internal prime directive, his touchstone, is always – what must be done to keep his children, his family, his clan and their adherents alive and moving ever forward towards greater stability and joy.
He was raised to be a leader, instructed by his elders to know all that a man needed to know, in order to inspire others to accept him as their Laird. His father took him in hand almost before he was weaned from his mother’s teet, and for many years Meical was the man’s shadow, constantly in his wake, watching, listening, learning. He was never a silent pupil, nor a passive one, however. Meical was always a bold boy, full of pluck, and full of himself. He was the Laird’s son, and he knew that gave him privileges over many (though not all). Yet by nature, he was not a bully. He didn’t feel he needed to prove he was better than the other boys that were his age. He simply felt like he wanted to best them, in an honest fashion – when it came to anything physical. As for learning things from books, well, he was not so keen on that, although he did his duty by them, somewhat grudgingly. But he had a passion for competition, of almost any kind, as long as it involved running or climbing, riding or tracking or wrestling or anything with a weapon. He loved the feel of a sword in his hand, and later a battle axe, or mace, and then the spear.
He was taught the skills of a farmer, and a builder, at least to know the techniques and the wisdom accumulated over countless centuries living under the volcano’s capricious eye. How to read the weather, how to care for and breed improvements into their livestock, which oaks were ripe for felling to build a new barn, how much seed to put by for the next year’s crops – perhaps not the stuff some other dainty princes might be set to master, but all vital pieces of his tutelage for the time when he would lead the people of Mynyth Sheabagh. He was taught to hunt and he took to that like a fish to water, impatient with a bow but finding a kind of visceral exhilaration when wielding a spear.
Meical was not a perfect student, nor was he a perfect boy. Although he wasn’t overtly defiant towards his father, he certainly never hesitated to express his own opinions about matters that affected the clan, as he came close to the passage into adulthood. The two often clashed, though typically it was done in private. Meical wasn’t prone to challenging his father in front of the very men they would need to count on to trust in their judgment. Like many a young man, Meical saw his father’s prudence as lack of conviction, his caution as apprehension, and thinking before acting as fear. These are all boyish ways, and time has wrought many of the same changes in the son as they had the father in his own time. Of late, though, Meical and his father seem to have reached a precipice from which they may not be able to find a way back, when it comes to their thinking on recent developments between the High Laird and his island nemesis.
On a softer note, if one could call it that, Meical has been quite busy creating the progeny for which he works so diligently to provide a future. He is thirty-three and has sired children on three women so far. The first was his first wife, the daughter of one of his father’s most loyal supporters. The man was fierce, cunning and had the heart of his own huge extended family, all brave warriors. Meical and the girl had been betrothed as a match between two men who looked upon one another practically as brothers. He himself was philosophical about the marriage. He knew he’d have to wed this girl and he made no protest. The union made sense. He was seventeen and she sixteen when the entire population of Mynyth Sheabagh celebrated the heir’s wedding to his father’s best friend’s daughter. Meical got right down to doing his duty and within a six month the girl was with child.
Unfortunately, the birth of twin boys proved more than she could bear, and with the first cries of his sons, Meical wept for the loss of his young wife. But life went on. Out of respect for his friend, who felt the loss very keenly, Mecial’s dad did not quickly set about finding his son a new wife. The boys were turned over to Gael and her ladies to see to, and eventually Meical found solace and physical contentment in the arms of a mistress. It was a discrete arrangement, although everyone ultimately knew about it. In a small community, people often turn a blind eye to such arrangements. She wasn’t a woman that he could ever hope to make his wife, and she knew that and was accepting of that bare fact. In time, she bore him another son, shortly before his betrothal to a girl from the mainland was announced.
Sionead Connell. She was no-one in particular – the niece of the Laird of Glenn Tuathas, one of many, daughter of a younger brother of Geoffrey. But Meical had laid eyes on her at a gathering at Llwyn Newyth and that was that. She was the prettiest, liveliest, merriest girl he’d ever seen and he wanted her, badly. And although Gareth grumbled a bit, thinking a more local match would have served the family better, Meical found a staunch ally in his quest to bring Sionead to his bed in the person of his mother. Sionead was Gael’s second cousin – being the daughter of her cousin Daniel. Being a Connell herself, Gael had long seen the benefit (in her eyes) of building more ties with the mainland clans of Vulcanis. Gareth wasn’t opposed to this general scheme either – it was certainly a well established tradition – to not only keep the clans close, and bound together with mutual purpose – but also to prevent too much inbreeding within any one family. He himself had taken a Connell bride, as arranged by both his and her parents.
Gareth’s mild opposition was quickly defeated and the negotiations began with Geoffrey and Daniel when, of a sudden, tragedy struck their clan. Geoffrey was wounded and soon died of injuries sustained in a hunting accident. His heir, Ruadhan stepped up as the new Laird of Glenn Tuathas, and all that delayed finalizing things for a bit. But there seemed no reason to oppose the match and things soon enough went forward again. Sionead seemed happy with the match that was being proposed for her, and in due time, Meical was able to claim his bride and bring her home to Waverly Castle. He was twenty three by this point, and his bride a youthful sixteen. It proved to be a good match, with Gael helping her cousin adapt to the more rustic and often raw ways of the Vaughns. Sionead brought forth yet another son for her new husband within the first year of their marriage, and in the intervening ten years has also birthed two daughters, and is now pregnant with her fourth child. They’ve had good luck and no deaths so far, helped of course by their position, which provides for the best that Mynyth Sheabagh has to offer, in terms of adequate food and shelter, and whatever healing arts are to be had. It’s a passionate match, still, with Meical foregoing mistresses in favor of his wife’s warm bed and the joy of raising his sons and daughters.
As has been said, things of late have definitely taken a turn towards a deep abyss – which, if crossed successfully, may lead to new heights of power for the island clans. Yet Meical has looked long and hard into that crevasse of treachery - from which there seems little hope of return should his clan fall into its black depth. There has been talk, and talk, and talk, and now action – but, as always, his father’s choices and those of their neighbors are not necessarily those of Meical. He is not afraid. But like all men – or at least those with a decent brain – time and age and experience has taught him that strong arms may not always win, no matter how fierce, and that brute force is not always triumphant over playing a long game. Time will certainly tell how successful Vortigern’s impulsivity will be, and what fate awaits those who support – or oppose – him.
Current Update: Meical Vaughn and his family are residing at family apartments in Waverly Castle
. The political situation is to say the best quite unstable for the House. Meical has a broad plan that may just work for all sides concerned. Time shall reveal this plan.
Additional: I have requested to adopt this character as he was originally created by Seven who deserves much credit in the effort!
Last Edit: November 17th 2017
John
