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Vaughn Tornabene

"W-we're doomed."

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a character in “Bippity Boppity Boo--with a side of sides”, as played by Griese Lightning

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Vaughn Tornabene✼ V, Tor ✼ Ultimate Bomb Specialist ✼ Male ✼ Asexual ✼ Colio Tonies

✼Likes:
Bombs

✼Dislikes:
Everything else, but especially himself

✼Quirks:
Always fidgeting, sometimes talks to himself, often disappears without telling anyone



Grey ✼ Amber
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Fidgety ✼ Spacey✼ Caring✼Unstable✼Kind

Vaughn is severely mentally ill. He doesn’t deny this, instead having resigned himself to his smorgasbord of mental disorders. Fidgety at best and downright psychotic at worst, Vaughn is an interesting and unstable individual--even though he truly does mean well. He has a good heart underneath it all and those with the patience to work with his more spacey habits report that he can be quite sunny when he’s β€œin the moment”, but pessimism, paranoia, and mild PTSD make him an absolute basket case most of the time.

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"Why bother trying? There’s no way out."

Vaughn doesn’t disclose the details of his past, choosing instead to focus on his present. Still, he has revealed a fascination with gunpowder from a young age, which eventually grew to a love of bombs--creating and disarming them. Vaughn has cited his work with bombs of various types as a major factor in keeping him steady.

Unfortunately, his talent also caught the eye of the wrong people and ultimately got him thrown into the killing game.

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Vaughn Tornabene's Story

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Character Portrait: Vaughn Tornabene Character Portrait: Quincy Sinclaire Character Portrait: Juri Himura Character Portrait: Bastion O'Hara
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The first building Juri and Bastion came across after leaving the game room was a large, rectangular cafeteria. At Bastion's insistence, the two popped inside just long enough to explore the kitchen and vast dining area before heading out once more. The large shed labeled "Warehouse" caught their eyes next.

Juri glanced at Bastion, who shrugged. Cautious, Juri led her companion to the door--to her surprise, Bastion gently pushed her behind him and eased the door open instead, warily poking his head through the door.

"...Hello? Anyone here?"

Something crashed. Shoving Juri back, Bastion raced into the warehouse, slamming the door shut behind him. Juri let out a cry.

"Bastion!" Juri moved to open the doors...only to find them somehow locked. Heartbeat suddenly ramping up, she pounded on the door, nervous. "Bastion! Open the door!"

A moment--then the doors slowly slipped open, revealing Bastion alive and safe. "Sorry, sorry. Just wanted to be sure there weren't no gurriers lurkin' about. It's safe, come on in."

Juri let out a sigh, rubbing her arm. "Don't do that, you scared me half to death! I-I thought something terrible had happened!"

Bastion chuckled nervously, tugging at his bangs. "Ah...wouldn't want you to get hurt or anything. Didn't mean to scare you..." He paused, glancing over his shoulder. "Yeah...just a couple o' lads. One's workin' on something weird over there."

Frowning, Juri slowly made her way inside, noticing two young boys in the warehouse. One--another redhead--was seemingly freaking out in the distance, while the other--a young boy with messy black hair--toyed around with an odd-looking contraption near the corner, muttering to himself. Curious, Juri first headed for the boy working on the odd machine.

"What are you working on?"

For a moment, the boy didn't seem to hear her--when he looked up, he jumped, accidentally smacking into the contraption with his wrench. The jolt seemed to shock him further--the boy promptly began mumbling to himself again, fidgeting nervously.

"Sorry," Juri said quickly. "I'm Juri Himura. That over there is Bastion. Listen, things are weird right now but we're all going to be fine, okay? I know what to do. Um, I'm the Ultimate Big Sister and Bastion's the Ultimate Lucky Student. What's your Ultimate?"

The boy shifted, seemingly uncomfortable.

"It...b-bomb," he said quietly, focusing his eyes back on the strange contraption he was fiddling with.

Juri raised her eyebrow. "That thing is a bomb?"

The boy nodded.

Juri cocked her head, reaching out to brush her finger along the machine. With surprising speed, the boy's hand lashed out and smacked her finger away.

"Don't touch it!"

"Ah!" Juri withdrew her hand, clutching it to her chest. Bastion quickly came to her side, seemingly concerned. "S-sorry! I was just curious! I've never seen a bomb that looks like this before..."

"IED," the boy muttered, quickly returning to his work on the bomb. "P-pyrotechnic. Very sensitive."

"Oh..." Juri shifted. "R-right, I guess it's a pretty bad idea to just poke a bomb when I have no clue how it works." Hesitating, she asked, "is that your Ultimate? You make bombs?"

The boy shifted again, remarkably focused on his odd bomb. "Y-yes. Um, Vaughn Tornabene. Ultimate Bomb Specialist."

Juri peered at the bomb more closely, surprised by the steady motion of Vaughn's hands as he worked to twist an odd knob in place. She glanced up, noticing the shockingly empty state of Vaughn's dark brown eyes.

"Hey..." Juri took a deep breath, managing a soft smile. "Are you scared?"

Vaughn was quiet.

"Yeah...so am I. I know exactly what's going on here and it's not...it's not pretty." Juri shifted, then let out a sigh. "But listen, we're all going to be just fine. Here, why don't you stick with me? I know exactly what to do to get us all out of here, so you and your friend here can stay with me, okay? Everything's going to be fine. We have to head towards the gym pretty soon, but you can leave your bomb here and work on it some more after the announcement."

Vaughn returned to quietly muttering to himself, then suddenly sat back, placing his wrench to the side. Gently and carefully, he moved to lift the contraption and carried it to a nearby shelf, letting it rest on a relatively empty section of the shelf. Staring, he returned to get his wrench, wandered back to the bomb, and promptly began to dismantle it.

"Ah...you don't have to..."

"Oi, Juri..." Bastion's hand rested on Juri's shoulder, seemingly sympathetic. "Don't think he's the full shilling either. Best to let the lad do what he does."

"I still don't know what that means but I think it's rude so don't be rude," Juri chastised.

Bastion smiled awkwardly. "Ain't fully here's all I mean. Uh, but the other lad might need you." He gestured to the other redheaded boy, who was still freaking out. Biting her lip, Juri hurried to try and console him.

"It's alright, it's alright," she soothed gently. "I don't know if you heard, but I'm Juri and that's Bastion. We're going to be alright. You can stick with us. Um, what's your name? Your Ultimate?"

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Character Portrait: Ko Takenaka Character Portrait: Vaughn Tornabene Character Portrait: Quincy Sinclaire Character Portrait: Eos Yanagi Character Portrait: Juri Himura Character Portrait: Bastion O'Hara Character Portrait: Kaiden Reaper Character Portrait: Setsuko Ishikawa
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Creepy warehouse, spiderwebs in the corners, most likely a spider hanging from the cieling waiting to fall on him, cameras, and a crazy person running around gathering parts to build a bomb?! This had to be a nightmare, right? Whenever he'd have panic attacks like this his mother would always tell him that it was all in his head and to take a deep breath.

Take a deep breath, take a deep breath, take a deep breath--ahh, I-I can hardly even breathe!

By the time he finally noticed the two new strangers, he full-on screamed. He pressed himself up against the wall and began inching toward the door, holding a wrench he'd found earlier and pointing it at them as if to say "stay away, I'm armed!" But with his trembling chicken arms, it came off more as "scared little rat in the corner is scared."

He swallowed. "Wh-where--wh-where am I?! Wh-who are you?! Wh-what do you want with me?!"

I'm a total dork, He almost added. There's no point in kidnapping me, s-so just let me go! Oh gosh, wh-why, why, why...?! I want my mom!

Quincy bit his lip, glancing between the kid with the bomb and the two pursuing him. His eyes briefly flickered up to the camera in the corner of the room. From the moment he woke up and saw it, he hadn't been able to stop thinking about it. If there was a camera, that meant someone was watching him through it, which made things 100x scarier. Was this an experiment? Some prank show? Or some serial killer pattern?!




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Ko and Setsuko had decided to search the gym. Swinging closet doors open, poking around the stage, and checking everywhere either of them could think to, they came up with nothing helpful--only things one would normally find in a gym. Various sports balls, especially.

"Wanna play a game of basketball?" Ko asked, experimentally bouncing one of the basket balls she'd found. It bounced too hard and hit her in the face. She rubbed her eyes.

"Ew, no. Too sweaty," Setsuko replied. Figures. "Why are you even thinking about that at a time like this? Aren't you at least a little worried?"

"Not really," Ko admitted. "We found a gym. Gyms are buildings that people make, so that probably means there are people somewhere around here. And we're right next to a lake. That's a water source. Animals come to those to drink, so if we get desperate, we can kill those animals and eat them to sustain ourselves until we find our way home."

"...Did you just get even weirder? Ugh, whatever. So long as you dont cook me and eat me so you can 'sustain yourself', we can still be on speaking terms," Setsuko muttered, brushing some specks of dirt off her skirt. "Alright, so we looked through the gym and found nothing. Let's keep going, maybe there are some other buildings around here."

"Right." Both Ko and Setsuko walked back toward the entrance--as they did, the doorknob jiggled, and both froze. It swung open, and a girl their age with white hair and sky blue eyes stood in the doorway, blinking. "Oh. Hello?"

"Hello," Ko said.

"Hello," the white-haired girl repeated, now smiling. She stepped in fully, then gestured for a taller man behind her to follow. "Looks like we've found new friends! How are you today, friends?"

Ko shrugged lightly. "Pretty alright. What about you?"

"Pretty good! Thank you for asking. May I ask your name and Ultimate?"

"I'm--"

"That's Ko, she's the Ultimate Naturalist. I'm Setsuko, Ultimate YouTuber. And who are you?" Setsuko butt in, putting a hand on her hip.

"Eos Yanagi, Ultimate Gunner." She briefly bowed, then gestured to her companion. "And this is Kaiden Reaper, Ultimate Gunslinger! Funny how our talents align, huh?"

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Character Portrait: Ko Takenaka Character Portrait: Vaughn Tornabene Character Portrait: Quincy Sinclaire Character Portrait: Eos Yanagi Character Portrait: Juri Himura Character Portrait: Bastion O'Hara Character Portrait: Kaiden Reaper Character Portrait: Setsuko Ishikawa
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Admittedly, Juri wasn't surprised by the poor kid's reaction. It was scary enough to wake up not knowing where you were, but considering she had seen this same scenario play out twice before...things were only about to get worse.

"It's okay, stay calm," she soothed in the same tone of voice she used to comfort her younger brother. "You're in a warehouse in the middle of what appears to be some sort of...campgrounds. I'm Juri Himura and I'm the Ultimate Big Sister. We're all..."

Students at Hope's Peak? No...but I'm not.

"...Well, we're all Ultimates. I'm not going to do anything to you, I just wanted to come introduce myself and find out your name and maybe we can travel together. There's about to be an announcement that'll give some horrible news but we're not going to listen to it. Oh, this is Bastion, the Ultimate Lucky Student."

Bastion waved politely. "Howya?"




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Waking up in unfamiliar corners of the woods was weirdly familiar to Kaiden.

And not because he was often drunk--in fact, his alcohol tolerance was unbearably high and getting drunk at all was practically a struggle--but because he had a habit of getting himself into some...questionable circumstances.

It was almost a comfort, really.

He waved to the two women he and his new best friend had run into. "Lovely to meet you, ladies. Yes, you heard correctly! It seems our dear friends at Hope's Peak have made a bit of a mistake."

Not that he was in Hope's Peak, of course--he was too old for high school. There was no need for a twenty-one-year-old man who already had a steady job working with an organization against Hope's Peak to get involved with that school. Which could mean only one thing, of course:

He was in a killing game.

The prospect was more exciting than anything else. There was someone out there who thought it was a good idea to throw a trained assassin and clever half-detective into a game where you got away with murder and on top of that, whoever did it may have had a connection to the man who killed Kaiden's dearly beloved father. That much was enough motivation to win.

But there was no need to alarm anyone by letting on that he knew as much as he did. For all they knew, he was just as lost as they were.

"Do you have the slightest idea where we are? I'm afraid I'm utterly lost. We had a chance to ask someone else for directions earlier but I already shot him for being too annoying."

...Still, no reason not to have fun with it, right?

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Character Portrait: Ko Takenaka Character Portrait: Vaughn Tornabene Character Portrait: Quincy Sinclaire Character Portrait: Eos Yanagi Character Portrait: Juri Himura Character Portrait: Bastion O'Hara Character Portrait: Kaiden Reaper Character Portrait: Setsuko Ishikawa
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Quincy blinked, staring at Bastion for a moment. "What? N-no, but...but I thought I'm the Ultimate Lucky Student? O-or maybe I'm just the Ultimate Unlucky student and I just read it wrong...g-gosh..."

Admittedly relieved that these two strangers--Juri and Bastion, they'd introduced themselves as, right?--didn't seem immediately dangerous, Quincy let himself collapse to the ground, holding back tears. Was it pathetic to cry in this situation? Well, yes, but for all he knew the crazy kid in the corner was two seconds away from blowing them up and he'd been too afraid of what was beyond the warehouse door to run for his life. He took several deep breaths, trying to calm himself down.

"S-sorry," he squeaked. "I...hi. M-my name's--m-my name's Quincy."




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"Sorry. We don't know," Ko said with a light sigh.

"Wait, what, you--you shot them?!" Setsuko cried, stepping back. "You have a gun? D-did you not lose your stuff like we did? What--what the f*ck is going on? Where are we?! Why am I here?! I'm--I'm stuck at this place with a psychopath! Oh my god, I'm going to die!"

Ko looked over the pair in front of them as Setsuko freaked out beside her, expression mostly blank. The "shot a man" remark was a joke, that much was clear. And if it wasn't a joke, well, it was probably best not to freak out too loudly in case of being considered "annoying" too. Smiling mildly, Ko laid a gentle hand on Setusko's shoulder. "Calm down. If you don't, you'll be next."

Setsuko shrieked. Eos stared at her in confusion. "Is something wrong?"

"YOU--!" Setsuko stopped midsentence, seeming terrified. She opened her mouth as if to say something, stood there for a moment, then closed it and turned around with a huff. Storming off, she went to seemingly fume in the corner of the gym. Ko watched her for a moment, then turned back to Kaiden and Eos, shrugging.

Ko would have been completely content to let these two new people steer the conversation and direction of their investigation, but no--just as Eos moved to talk, a strange sound came from the speakers mounted on the gym walls. Static. Ko shoved her hands into her pockets, glancing around.

"Ahem!" The sound of a cute voice clearing its throat. How strange. "All Hope's Peak students, please report to the gym immediately! I repeat, all Hope's Peak students, please report to the gym immediately! I don't feel like waitin' around, ya hear?!"

The cute voice was not a very nice one, Ko observed.

"Aren't we already in the gym?" Eos asked airily, tapping her chin. She looked back at the door. "At least, I think we are. That's what the sign said when we came in...right?"

That's what I saw, yeah, Ko agreed in her head. I wonder how big this place is?

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Character Portrait: Ko Takenaka Character Portrait: Vaughn Tornabene Character Portrait: Quincy Sinclaire Character Portrait: Eos Yanagi Character Portrait: Juri Himura Character Portrait: Bastion O'Hara Character Portrait: Kaiden Reaper Character Portrait: Setsuko Ishikawa
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Juri's protective instincts quickly kicked back in. Two Lucky Students? It was unusual--certainly it hadn't happened ever before if the accounts of her family were anything to go off of--but maybe it was a clue to why Juri herself had ended up here. How many more of these kids had nothing to do with Hope's Peak?

"It's alright," she insisted. "Well...that's definitely weird, but I'm...not really supposed to be here either, so maybe there's just some kind of mix-up. We'll figure it out--"

"Ahem!"

The loudspeakers crackling to life made Juri jump. She noticed Vaughn stiffen, seemingly caught off-guard.

Oh no. It's starting.

"All Hope's Peak students, please report to the gym immediately! I repeat, all Hope's Peak students, please report to the gym immediately! I don't feel like waitin' around, ya hear?!"

Dear God, please don't let me die here.

Juri took a deep breath, offering a hand to Quincy. "...Let's walk over together. Um, this is the announcement--that voice is a bear named Monokuma and...well, you'll see, I guess."

"This that arsehole who's gonna tell us to kill each other?" Bastion asked.

Vaughn suddenly looked over, seemingly attentive.

Juri took a deep breath. "Yes. But we don't need to listen to him. There is a way out--there always is--so we just have to find it and things will be fine! Ready to go?"

Deep in her heart, she wasn't entirely certain of their safety.




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Ah, yes. That's the reaction I wanted. There was something amusing about a mouse taking the bait--seeing people lose their minds at one little jab was almost a hobby for Kaiden.

But more importantly...that voice felt oddly familiar. Maybe it was from the tapes he'd seen.

Oh. I see. You must be Monokuma.

"Well."

Knowing what to expect made the game a bit boring, but playing along might make it fun again.

"Look at that! We must be the ideal students, arriving before the teacher even calls for us. Shall we look around a bit while we wait for any other possible students?"