SHILOH RHEE VAUSSE
Alias Shiloh, Vausse
"I'm raising an army from hell and burning this place to the ground."
Gender Male
Age 23
Orientation Straight
Relationship Status Single
Family Status Deceased
Is the Character in a Gang/Law Enforcement Agency/ Citizen Gang
State your Industry and Occupation
Illegal street racing and auto customization.
"I'm raising an army from hell and burning this place to the ground."
Gender Male
Age 23
Orientation Straight
Relationship Status Single
Family Status Deceased
Is the Character in a Gang/Law Enforcement Agency/ Citizen Gang
State your Industry and Occupation
Illegal street racing and auto customization.
Personality
He doesnt trust anyone and he's a jerk every chance he gets. He's prude and proud and really thinks he is better than everyone. Cocky doesnt even begin to explain it. He's constantly looking out for number one and only does something if it suits him. Shiloh is vain, self centered and furthest from being altruistic as blatantly as possible. He is usually out for himself and only doing things if he is benefited from the encounter or deed, but don't confuse his lack of empathy for being uptight; he'll gladly entertain the idea of having you as a proverbial punching bag using words alone as a form of pure enjoyment. Not one for romance, but will use any means necessary to get what he wants, no matter who is hurt in the process.
Physical Description
Short to medium dark hair with gorgeous pale eyes. Not extremely tall being 5'2" with a lean build. The only thing marking his skin is a barcode tattoo with an identification number on his wrist. Likes to dress in expensive clothes no matter what he's doing; He has money and is not afraid to flaunt it.
Unique Skills and Abilities
Shiloh is great with any weapon but better with his hands. He prefers hand to hand combat above all else. He is strategic and can land devastating blows. He is accurate and knows exactly where he can injure you. If he had to use a weapon it would be something up close and personal like a small dagger or pocket knife. Can pilot near any flying apparatus and knows a little about hacking.
Strengths and Weaknesses
Persistance, Looking out for number one, Taking things into his own hands | Irrevocable ability to lash out, Getting into insurmountable trouble, Refusing help even when he needs it
Weapons
Hands but he likes using close combat weapons such as daggers and knives, brass knuckles and the like.
He doesnt trust anyone and he's a jerk every chance he gets. He's prude and proud and really thinks he is better than everyone. Cocky doesnt even begin to explain it. He's constantly looking out for number one and only does something if it suits him. Shiloh is vain, self centered and furthest from being altruistic as blatantly as possible. He is usually out for himself and only doing things if he is benefited from the encounter or deed, but don't confuse his lack of empathy for being uptight; he'll gladly entertain the idea of having you as a proverbial punching bag using words alone as a form of pure enjoyment. Not one for romance, but will use any means necessary to get what he wants, no matter who is hurt in the process.
Physical Description
Short to medium dark hair with gorgeous pale eyes. Not extremely tall being 5'2" with a lean build. The only thing marking his skin is a barcode tattoo with an identification number on his wrist. Likes to dress in expensive clothes no matter what he's doing; He has money and is not afraid to flaunt it.
Unique Skills and Abilities
Shiloh is great with any weapon but better with his hands. He prefers hand to hand combat above all else. He is strategic and can land devastating blows. He is accurate and knows exactly where he can injure you. If he had to use a weapon it would be something up close and personal like a small dagger or pocket knife. Can pilot near any flying apparatus and knows a little about hacking.
Strengths and Weaknesses
Persistance, Looking out for number one, Taking things into his own hands | Irrevocable ability to lash out, Getting into insurmountable trouble, Refusing help even when he needs it
Weapons
Hands but he likes using close combat weapons such as daggers and knives, brass knuckles and the like.
Background History
Shiloh was just a baby when his cries could be heard from a darkened alley, abandoned, cold and malnourished. He was adopted shortly after by a lovely couple just starting out on their own, but little did she know her husband hand cancer. They found out several years later and medical after medical bill kept piling up. Hard times fell upon them, and when Shiloh was old enough to help his family he took up small, odd jobs. Their ultimate goal was to find a more suitable house since the one they had was foreclosed on and they had to make due. His mother was expecting and the place they were forced to stay at was less than accommodating. Mold covered the walls, the floorboards were cracked, the roof barely kept water out and the winter was harsh. They spent months like this before finally obtaining a moderate place to live. But fate wasn't kind, and the first night they stayed they were robbed, vandalized, and taken for everything they had. Shiloh's mother miscarried that night.
Bent on revenge, his father sought out the people who destroyed their lives, even in his weak, fragile state only he never came home. Shiloh was left alone, with a grieving mother, and no father. The weight of manhood thrust upon his shoulders. Since then, he'd lost faith in humanity. He shunned Karma, and pushed everyone away. The only person he could count on was himself. Trust is a valuable thing, and something he'd never give away. As he approached adulthood, he became more and more distant with his mother. She became socially numb, and despondent. So much so he had to force her to eat, bathed her, dressed her. But it was too much.
Shiloh had just pulled the covers over her, her eyes staring blank at the ceiling. He turned the lamp off, but didn't leave. He watched her breathe, in and out, the only movement she seemed to do on her own. When the last light from the neighbor house went off, he walked to the side of her bed. He leaned down, and kissed her forehead, closing his eyes as he did, savoring her scent, her soft skin. When he pulled away he placed the second pillow next to her head over her face. At first, she didn't move. But when she started to struggle and flail he pressed harder. He held it firm and even when she stopped moving, kept holding it down. He stayed that way for several minutes, letting a smile slowly spread over his face. They were both free now.
With the house holding memories he'd rather not keep, he left for a better place. Chimera called to him. He would set up a new life there, start over. The pain of losing the people in his life was distant and he'd never let it rear its ugly head again. However, his past followed him when a man named Christov found him one night. He said he knew what he'd done and wanted to use him for the greater of society. Shiloh was skeptical and declined him, but the man was relentless. Finally, he gave in after a night he'd never forget. From then on he worked and lived the life of an assassin. He was taught how to be emotionless, and numb to the pain, but with this came a great personality change. Now he hides behind sarcasm, and an omnipotent personality using it as his best means of defense.
Many years into the future, and he has seen and done things no person should ever have to see or do. His latest mission? Finish the job. Which brings him to the lovely islands of Hawaii to seek out and kill the target. However, Hawaii proved to be quite the place for underground racing. Hell, if he's in Hawaii, might as well have some fun, right?
Shiloh was just a baby when his cries could be heard from a darkened alley, abandoned, cold and malnourished. He was adopted shortly after by a lovely couple just starting out on their own, but little did she know her husband hand cancer. They found out several years later and medical after medical bill kept piling up. Hard times fell upon them, and when Shiloh was old enough to help his family he took up small, odd jobs. Their ultimate goal was to find a more suitable house since the one they had was foreclosed on and they had to make due. His mother was expecting and the place they were forced to stay at was less than accommodating. Mold covered the walls, the floorboards were cracked, the roof barely kept water out and the winter was harsh. They spent months like this before finally obtaining a moderate place to live. But fate wasn't kind, and the first night they stayed they were robbed, vandalized, and taken for everything they had. Shiloh's mother miscarried that night.
Bent on revenge, his father sought out the people who destroyed their lives, even in his weak, fragile state only he never came home. Shiloh was left alone, with a grieving mother, and no father. The weight of manhood thrust upon his shoulders. Since then, he'd lost faith in humanity. He shunned Karma, and pushed everyone away. The only person he could count on was himself. Trust is a valuable thing, and something he'd never give away. As he approached adulthood, he became more and more distant with his mother. She became socially numb, and despondent. So much so he had to force her to eat, bathed her, dressed her. But it was too much.
Shiloh had just pulled the covers over her, her eyes staring blank at the ceiling. He turned the lamp off, but didn't leave. He watched her breathe, in and out, the only movement she seemed to do on her own. When the last light from the neighbor house went off, he walked to the side of her bed. He leaned down, and kissed her forehead, closing his eyes as he did, savoring her scent, her soft skin. When he pulled away he placed the second pillow next to her head over her face. At first, she didn't move. But when she started to struggle and flail he pressed harder. He held it firm and even when she stopped moving, kept holding it down. He stayed that way for several minutes, letting a smile slowly spread over his face. They were both free now.
With the house holding memories he'd rather not keep, he left for a better place. Chimera called to him. He would set up a new life there, start over. The pain of losing the people in his life was distant and he'd never let it rear its ugly head again. However, his past followed him when a man named Christov found him one night. He said he knew what he'd done and wanted to use him for the greater of society. Shiloh was skeptical and declined him, but the man was relentless. Finally, he gave in after a night he'd never forget. From then on he worked and lived the life of an assassin. He was taught how to be emotionless, and numb to the pain, but with this came a great personality change. Now he hides behind sarcasm, and an omnipotent personality using it as his best means of defense.
Many years into the future, and he has seen and done things no person should ever have to see or do. His latest mission? Finish the job. Which brings him to the lovely islands of Hawaii to seek out and kill the target. However, Hawaii proved to be quite the place for underground racing. Hell, if he's in Hawaii, might as well have some fun, right?