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Distinguishing characteristics: He looks rather androgynous, and is sometimes mistaken for a girl, much to his chagrin. He almost always looks sour, too, as very little makes him happy. He smiles when he has a good opponent, though. Unfortunately for him, that is becoming more and more rare. He is lean and muscular.
Occupation: Assasin/fighter for the Horde.
Knows about any of the various Orders? All of them, because of his occupation.
Any other languages: Mandarin.
Personality: He is actually quite mellow, preferring to see where the chips fall before he makes his move. Although his only pleasure is fighting, he is not sadistic. Vagabond is also very selfish, fulfilling his needs and wants with seemingly no altruistic side whatsoever. He doesn't dislike people, but avoids relationships because he wishes to keep the secret of his biological sex to himself. He is very unpleasant, at any rate. He has no particular loyalty to the Horde, other than his job. As a matter of fact, he thinks that they'll lose, because he's lived long enough to notice that world conquest never works, no matter who is trying to do it. He does his job cheerfully, though, because he likes fighting. He's also a bit of a loose cannon as far as the Horde is concerned, because he will not pursue someone who cannot fight back (he enjoys fighting, not killing). He is only assigned to big problems. Also, he secretly is holding out for a cure to vampirism—he would like the ability to pursue a completely male body, which he can only do as a human. Very few people know that he is an FtM.
Any special skills?: His obsession with fighting has caused him to hone his skills a great deal. He concentrates fiercely, and is not distracted by minor pains. His skills are made up of various hand-to-hand combats (basic kickboxing, muay thai, and Changquan to name a few). He does not use weapons or magic because he believes that his skills are strong enough to win against these (they have before).
History: He was the only child of Molly and Sean O'Connor to survive infancy. Although he was very sick as a baby, he combated the sickness somehow—his mother would always say that her little girl "was born fighting". At an early age, Vagabond recognized that he did not want to be a girl at a fairly early age, and tried to hang out with the little boys rather than play with the little girls. Vagabond's parents humored this for the most part, and allowed him to play with whomever he wanted to. They still dressed him up on Sundays to go to church.
Although he tried to hang out with boys, they did not accept him for the most part. His best friend was a scrappy little girl his age named Annabelle Black or "Annie", and from the time that they were both ten they would come home with innumerable bruises and scrapes. Annie was the only person at that time to ever refer to Vagabond as a "he". They remained friends until Vagabond was seventeen.
When he was fifteen, his father died of consumption. Vagabond and his mother struggled to make ends meet—it was at this time that Vagabond began to develop his ability to sneak, for he had to start stealing. Annie helped as much as she could, but her family, like Vagabond's, was not incredibly wealthy. After more than a year of this, Molly had a chance encounter with Sir Edward Robson, a fairly rich knight who spirited the family away to England with him. Vagabond got a chance to say goodbye to Annabelle and even asked Sir Edward if she could come with them to live in luxury, but he refused the request. Whether Annie would have gone is a mystery to even him.
Now that Vagabond was stuck in society, Sir Edward expected him to act like a proper lady. To appease the man that had taken he and his mother away from extreme poverty, he played along for as long as he could stand, but memories of home and Annie made him long for the small corner of the world in which he was considered a man. He began to take to the streets in secret, picking fights with a whole new set of local ruffians. He always managed to explain away his injuries, but those injuries eventually made him an embarrassment to Sir Edward. In his frustration, Sir Edward began to administer beatings to the young pre-transsexual. Finally, Vagabond fought back and pinned Sir Edward to the ground. After that, he ran away from home.
Being homeless in London was even harder than his previous situation, but he managed to earn some money doing amateur boxing and he soon became one of the best English fighters, disguised as a boy. He was still a squatter, but he no longer had to steal food. Amateur boxing could only take him so far, though, as he was a lightweight. Fighting was a passion of his, and he wanted more. Soon he began to do cage fighting, where he learned to fight dirty. His specialty was knocking down the bigger guys and he mastered weight play fairly quickly. One day he got an offer that he simply couldn't refuse. He was approached by a strange man with three parallel scars his left cheek. Their conversation went like this:
"So you like to fight? You're quite good. You could be better."
"Yeah."
"I could make you better. I could help you become the best fighter in the world."
"I'm listening."
"You are in pique physical condition right now. I could freeze you right where you are—make you even stronger. You would have all the time in world to be the best fighter you can be. You could live forever, if you want to."
"I like to fight and learn about fighting, but, frankly, I don't like myself enough to live forever."
"Then simply go as long as you like."
"Thanks, but no thanks."
"There may come a time, you know, when people like you are more accepted.
"What do you mean by that?"
"I know what you are, little vagabond—I know what you wish to be. There may be a future for you, you see. A future where more people—not just Annie Black—would respect you. Don't you at least wish to see? There is an end to what I'm offering you, and it may end with what you most desire."
"What do you want?"
"I want you to fight and kill for me."
"That's it?"
"Yes."
"Done."
And Vagabond shook the stranger's hand. The stranger pulled him in close and held Vagabond with a vice-like grip while he drained Vagabond of all of his blood.
Thus, Vagabond began to kill for the Horde. He moved around Asia for a while, killing and learning how to do it better. He was a soldier in several wars, including having worked for various Chinese warlords through the centuries and also serving in WWII. Now he comes to America for a new assignment. Upon seeing some of the changes made in the United States, he has requested that he be cured of vampirism—the Horde has promised it to him if he can fulfill one last assignment. Of course, there is no cure for vampirism—Vagabond suspects the Horde of stalling, but can do nothing about it or his condition, and thus simply keeps on fighting, as he was seemingly born to do.
Any Weapons: None.
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