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DOWN ON LUCK LIKE A SINNER, FEELING SORRY FOR MYSELF PREACHER SAYS IF I'LL BE DAMNED, YOU'RE GOING STRAIGHT TO HELL
BASIC NAME: Vash the Stampede ALIAS: Humanoid Typhoon CANON: Trigun Stampede AGE: 150+ PRONOUNS: He/Him ACTIVE: Memes & PSLs PLAYER: Nug PRONOUNS: She/Her PLURK: nugnacious	PERSONALITY Were you to just glance in Vash's direction, you'd see a cheerful, soft-spoken young man with a smile always on his lips and a helping hand always ready for whoever needs it. A little bit goofy, kind of a klutz, and quick to run from confrontation—but hey, that's fine, right? Not everybody has to be the biggest tough guy in town. Sometimes the smile slips, and you see the hollowed-out person underneath, the one carrying around a hundred years or so of his own guilt like a ten ton weight. You can see it in his eyes sometimes in a shootout, in a barfight, the manic desperation of a creature trying to save as many lives as he can—even the ones that want him dead. Even if it kills him to do it. Maybe one day, it'll be enough to atone for a crime nobody alive even remembers.	APPEARANCE EYES: Blue HAIR: Blonde HEIGHT: 5'11" (180cm) BUILD: Athletic VOICE: One, Two Visual Reference
ABILITIES GUNSLINGER: A crack shot, but don't expect him to actually shoot anyone with it. SUPERHUMAN: He doesn't age, and possesses preternatural speed, strength, reflexes, and healing abilities. Also he has a prosthetic left arm that can exert like a zillion pounds of force so that's cool. OTHER STUFF: idk he's full of secrets. Might start to glow, might open a portal to nowhere, might turn into an eldritch monstrosity that sheds flowers all over your floor.	BIO Ask a hundred residents of the desert planet No Man's Land, and you'll get a hundred opinions about Vash the Stampede, expert marksman and wanted criminal. He's a sweet boy. He's a weirdo. He's a menace to society. He saved my life. He burned down my whole town. He'd better hope somebody collects on that bounty before I do, because I'll make damn sure he's dead. But who is he, really? That's the question nobody can answer. The Humanoid Typhoon has always been there, like the sand and the worms, a ghost story traveling from town to town and leaving havoc in his path. The story Vash keeps to himself is this: he's a Plant, much like the biological generators humanity uses to survive in this inhospitable wasteland, except one with a voice and an independent body of his own. He was there a hundred and fifty years ago when the colony ships crashed in the desert, a not-quite-human child who survived when so many others didn't, and he's spent his decades since wandering the desert trying to make up for it. Make up for what? That's a secret only Vash knows.