18

male

heterosexual

Student

Black

Blue

5'11

Vayne maintains a lean muscular build. He does this by having a rather balanced workout regime throughout the week. One of his major focuses is his back muscles since they are the key when it comes to archery.

Vayne's style leans into a rebellious, edgy aesthetic, defined by dark tones and bold hidden accents. His signature piece is a black jacket, unzipped to reveal skull-motif buttons, a zipper tag, and sequined pocket details. The jacket's inner lining features a wild leopard print, though it's typically hidden. Beneath, he sports a steel-gray shirt adorned with skull prints, complementing his dark, cropped trousers. His footwear—black, buckled boots with striking red soles—adds a sharp contrast, while a black motorcycle glovelet on his left hand completes the look, giving him a rugged, rebellious vibe.

Noctis Lucis Caelum, Final Fantasy XV/FFXV Brotherhood anime

Vayne isn't the type to shy away from conflict. He's always willing to debate, discuss and stand up for what he believes in. This coupled with him always wanting to have the last word has gotten into trouble more often than not. He has recently resolved to keeping to himself, to avoid anymore trouble since entering Panacea. 

If you've made it into his friend circle, then you'll find out Vayne is a rather social person. His battery drains like everyone else, but he always seems to be recharged and ready to hangout on weekends and occasionally during on weeknights as well.

He isn't quick to react with his anger, but he does hold onto it. He isn't the type to forget someone who has crossed him. He's also the type to try and get even or exact his pounds of flesh.

Cooking

Music

Tennis

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Vayne is the only child to Edward and Claire Aurelius. His parents both worked, his father as the COO of a tech security firm and his mother is an interior decorator. The family was comfortably set within the higher middle class bracket. Vayne had never lived a life of wanting, but he was wary of his privileged  life compared to his peers.

His parents were both products of public education and felt it was best for their son to enter into the same system. However, it wasn't exactly as they expected it to be. Having money, even middle class, was seen as a boon by his peers. Being young and naïve, Vayne had thought the "friends" he had acquired were with him because they wanted to be, but they were just there because of his kindness. He paid for his friends. Food, outings, school supplies and sometimes video games, that they could all play together.

He lived in this bubble until the end of his sophomore year. By this time he had acquired a girlfriend. They had been dating for roughly a year. An eternity in high school time. Things were going great. He took her out on dates over the weekend, paid for tokens of love (flowers, Candy, and the occasional expense like concert tickets), and they were always seen together or waiting for one another in the halls during the passing periods. Vayne thought the two of them had defied the odds and actually found love in one another. This was not the case.

On the last day of school, Vayne was in the music classroom. He was sitting in front of the piano practicing his favorite Beethoven piece the "Moonlight Sonata" He wanted to get in as much practice as he could before the end of the year show his school was putting on. He was chosen as the last performer to play and he wanted his performance to leave an indelible mark on the audience. His focus was a bit off because he knew his girlfriend was waiting for him just down the hall. She always waited for him and he didn't want her to be alone for too long.

He played the last part of the piece before packing up his belongings and placing the cover back over the piano's keys. He slung his backpack over his shoulder and stepped out of the room and into the hallway. He was still going over the last parts of the piece in his mind, when he his concentration was broken by someone talking.

It wasn't weird to hear conversations in a school, but it was queer for there to be people in the school this late. He made his way down the hallway to the four-way pass and stopped dead in his tracks when he heard his girlfriend's voice.

"We should stop...he's probably finishing up pretty soon." She spoke in a breathless manner.

A voice answered her, a male's voice, "He's not the only one who should be finishing, right?"



Not wanting to hear more, Vayne silently slipped back down the hallway. He moved as briskly as he could back to the music room and once he was back inside the sanctity of those four walls, he broke down.

His backpack hit the floor first, followed by his knees and palms to keep himself from completely colliding with the floor. He couldn't breath. The world around him was distorting as the pain he felt within his chest started to resonate throughout his body. His vision blurred as tears started to form in his eyes. His breaths were short and sharp. He raised his right hand into the air and formed a fist. He wanted to hit something. Anything. He wanted to unleash what he felt inside because it was literately tearing him apart to keep it inside. He brought his fist down and almost smashed it into the ground, but he stopped himself. Through the cloud of anguish and anger, he stopped himself from damaging his hands. The hands he would need to play tomorrow.

"Tomorrow..." he spoke the word and let it trail off into the silence of the room.

He stood up, and pulled his phone out to check the time. He had less than twenty-two hours. Plenty of time to do everything he wanted to. After all, when he was focused he could achieve anything. Wiping the tears away from his eyes, he phoned his mother. The first on his checklist for tonight. When she picked up, Vayne quickly spoke.

"Mother. There's something I want and I need it done before the weekend." He slung the backpack over his shoulders once more and with a strong sense of determination he left the room and school.

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Twenty odd hours came and passed as the night of the performance was upon him. Vayne arrived in the auditorium to murmurs and whispers all about him. This was because he didn't come to school today. He only showed up for the performance. He walked with purpose towards the principal who was conversing with the theater director.

He didn't wait to be addressed before he spoke up, "Excuse me, Principal Stewart."

The large blubbery man turned to Vayne when he heard his name, "Hmm?" eyes lighting up in recognition of Vayne, "Ah, Vayne. I thought you weren't going to perform today since you were missing from classes today."

Vayne gave the man a slight shake of his head, "No, there was some things I needed to sort out before tonight. I already emailed all my teachers and let them know I would accept any late assignments."

"That's good to hear. Your studies are important, but if there were more pressing matters then I can understand you taking some time for yourself. I hear you'll be performing one of Beethoven's pieces. I'm looking forward to it."

"Yes, I am. However, I was wondering if I could address the audience after my performance. Just some things I wanted to say."

The principal raked at the little stubs of hair on his chin as he pondered his request.

"I suppose it can be allowed. You are delivering the main performance for the night after all."

The principal then turned his attention back to conversation he was having before Vayne interrupted them. The two adults walked off and left Vayne where he stood. He was about to make his way to the back, but he stopped when he heard someone calling his name.

His blue eyes skimmed the surroundings and spotted the source of the voice. It was his girlfriend. Her long light brown wavy hair tapped against her shoulders with every step she took. Her hazel eyes locking onto him with a smile that would normally light up his world. She had a voice that would normally soothe the aches in his mind and body, but no more.

His mind kept flashing back to yesterday. What he overheard. What must've happened after he left. Anger started to swell up within his body and all he wanted was to lash out at her, but he held back. He already had a plan. He just needed to wait for the right moment now.

When she was within talking distance of him, she immediately bombarded him with questions, "Where have you been? Did you not get any of my texts? Why didn't you wait for me yesterday?"

He let the words hang in the air. His eyes locking onto her. That smile...those eyes...they used to be my salvation. He closed his eyes and prepared himself to do what he had to.

Forcing a smile he responded, "Yeah, sorry about that babe. Some stuff came up with my mother and we had to leave. I didn't see you waiting outside the music room for me, so I just left." He plastered a confused expression on his face as he continued, "Actually, where were you babe? You're usually always waiting by the door or inside listening to me practice."

He could see panic slip into her eyes as she fumbled for an answer, "I-uh I had to go ask a teacher for something. Then, it ran a little long...Wait what about my text messages?" She inquired in a more obviously annoyed tone.

She looked like she was about to blow a gasket, but Vayne took the initiative. He stepped forward and pulled her into an embrace. The hug took her by surprise a bit. She lifted her head to try to continue her questioning, but was greeted by him kissing her. The kiss lasted a good minute and it was only broken by Vayne when the program director started talking loudly at them.

He grinned at her, "It was just a bad night babe. Could you just wish me good luck and we'll talk about this later?"

Her face was flushed as she lowered her head and spoke in a meek tone, "Good luck baby."

With those words, Vayne turned and headed towards the back. He dropped the expression he was wearing and felt a heavy weight in his chest. He only did what he did to avoid a public confrontation. He touched his lips with his fingers as he fought against the tears trying to form in his eyes. A normal reaction. He did love her after all...

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Hours later and the program was already quite a success. The crowd had taken a small break to stretch their legs before they returned for Vayne's performance. He was introduced by the principal and the crowd clapped their hands as he made his way over to the seat in front of the piano. He bowed to the audience before taking his seat. He took one deep breath and exhaled before he starting playing "Moonlight Sonata".

The crowd was in silent awe as they watched Vayne give the performance of his life. He was quite literally pouring his soul into the piece. The song's somber, yet sad tune resonated with how he currently felt and he was sure the audience could feel the music as well.

When it was over, the audience erupted in applause as cheers, claps, and whistles filled the room. The principal calmed the crowd down and told them Vayne wanted to say a few words to them. The audience quieted down in respect to the beautiful piece he just performed for them. Vayne took the microphone from the principal and cleared his throat.

"Thank you all for coming out in support of us students and the school. It is an especially heavy night for me because...I'm leaving. As of the end of this night, I'll be leaving this school and leaving the country. I just wanted to express my gratitude to you all."

With those words, he walked over to the principal, handed him back the mic, leaned in and whispered, "You'll be receiving an email. I would recommend you act quickly unless you want this all over social media."

The principal was confused, but almost as if on queue his phone vibrated. He reached into his jacket pocket and retrieved his device. it was an email notification and as he opened the application and skimmed the contents of the email. His eyes widened by the end of the email as he lowered the device and locked eyes with Vayne.

Vayne's blue iris pierced a hole through the man's skull as he spoke in a low and intense tone, "Your brother, a fellow educator at this school, shouldn't be fraternizing with students in that way should he? I don't think we need to wonder how I got these photos. The girl in question was my girlfriend after all." Vayne let out a heavy sigh; the last one he would ever do for this situation, "I expect to see him ousted immediately and my transfer papers to go through without a hitch."

He walked away from the principal where he stood as he made his way out of the school for the last time.

Vayne

Moderate

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