No one has ever witnessed Vaeltan and Vaepossum within the same observable space at the same observable time.
Reports stating otherwise have since been proven to be false, either a mundane Virginia Opossum in the general vicinity of Vaeltan or Vaepossum in the vicinity of a bald man measuring approx. 5′6′‘ in height.
It is uncertain if the two are the same being shapeshifting back and forth or two completely separate beings.
The current leading hypothesis is as follows: they are distinct beings but in the Schrodinger-esque sense that they cannot exist simultaneously within the same observable spacetime.
Attempting to observe the two simultaneously is thus highly unadvised.
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Favored weapons: Dragon Communion/Cult incantations, heavy thrusting swords, and curved greatswords. Signatures are Dragonclaw, Ancient Dragon’s Lightning Spear, Dragon King’s Cragblade, Bloodhound’s Fang
Personality: Big ENFP, chaotic optimist, restless, curious, looks like he could kill you but is actually a cinnamon roll
Likes:
Those rolling sheep in Limgrave
Food (especially Big Boggart’s cooking)
Stormy weather
Jolly Cooperation! Making connections with people and finding common ground (to a certain point - there are things he doesn’t tolerate) to work together is important to him, as he wants so desperately to avoid falling back into isolation
People in general? No one is unimportant to him, and he actively tries to get along with everyone he meets (again, to a certain point). He can be a bit of a people-pleaser/yes-man as a result
Dislikes:
His height and/or alopecia being rudely mocked
Condescension
The Outer Gods (all of them, especially the one responsible for the Frenzied Flame)
The Golden Order. An ideology that treats some people as lesser/unimportant for superficial reasons? Not into it
Solitude and silence (he’s extremely restless and doesn’t like being left alone with his thoughts, having had more than enough of that in his youth)
Manipulators with obscured, ulterior motives. In fact, he’s terrified of them
Being controlled: “I don’t fear death. I fear a life where I am not in control of myself or my actions.”
Fate is an iffy one for him, given his headfirst dive into dragon communion without knowing the consequences
Spark Notes background below:
The son of Hoarah Loux and a woman formerly of the Grand Caravan known as Saira, Vaeltan was born in the Badlands outside the Lands Between. His mother had floated between different territories for years as a loner, and, though her tryst with Hoarah Loux was short, it was neither a secret that it was going on in the first place nor that she became pregnant as a result.
Initially, his mother was welcomed among the tribe with open arms, both her and the remnants of the Great March being outcasts sticking together. But, after she suddenly announced that her and Hoarah Loux’s son had been stillborn, she all but disappeared and a strange string of other disappearances began to plague the tribe.
Worst fears were confirmed one day when the missing people were found, their eyeless and near-lifeless husks contorted into a crucible to hold a budding Frenzied Flame, Saira meticulously tending to it.
The flame was snuffed and the surviving tribe cursed her name, not understanding that, in truth, it was she who had died in childbirth. Upon her death, something or someone else had begun to puppet her corpse, constructing the crucible and tending to her and Hoarah Loux’s son.
Those who had found the crucible also found a toddler, tightly blindfolded and extremely malnourished, sleeping in a corner of Saira’s former dwelling. At Hoarah Loux’s demand, this child, his son, was spared and brought reluctantly into the tribe’s fold.
The tribe’s last impressions of his mother soured their first impressions of her son, despite the other half of his parentage. Vaeltan was nameless for the first years of his life. Rumors abound that he was given a name by his mother similar to her own, but the few who agreed to care for him refused to address him by any sort of name. It would be years before he chose the name ‘Vaeltan’ for himself.
Once he was better able to fend for himself he was kept at axe’s length, and allowed to live only on the fringes of the tribe’s territory. There, he carved out a meagre existence, raising himself while also attempting to survive the harsh environment. But, survive he did.
And, not without help. As the years went on, Hoarah Loux had another child, Nepheli, who didn’t listen to the things whispered about the ‘feral, cursed son living on the fringes.’ Knowing he was her half-brother (something that was no secret), she sought him out, finding him wan and sickly. He was, of course, intensely distrusting of and even hostile towards her at first, but after several offerings of food, he warmed up to her.
From the angry and bitter loner who flinched every time anyone got within arm’s reach of him, a surprisingly kind young man emerged, one who desperately yearned for a connection with his family and tribe. Nepheli, in reaching out, befriending him, and treating him not just as a person but as a brother, effectively saved him.
With Nepheli’s encouragement, he would make a tenuous connection with the rest of the tribe, and was employed as a gatherer and scout for several years. His death would come the same day as Hoarah Loux’s death, when the tribe was attacked by a rag-tag army of frenzyflame-wielding raiders. He made his last stand defending the few survivors of the attack (Nepheli among them), earning himself a Hero’s sky-burial.
The call of long-lost grace, however, would kick him back to life.
Fun(?) facts:
Vaeltan went mysteriously and quickly bald (actually a case of autoimmune alopecia totalis) in his early teens, and became unable to grow anything beyond very sparse stubble, to his dismay. Since then, he’s obsessively hidden his head under hoods, scarves, and helmets. Ironically, his alopecia comes from his father’s side of the family (who would’ve thought, given that ol’ Dadfrey Loux has as much hair as he does). Headcanon time: Mohg is also hairless/bald for the same reason and became so in his own teenage years. Before going bald, Vaeltan had very thin and wispy platinum blond hair.
He’s the shortest and smallest adult in his immediate blood family, by far. Younger half-sister Nepheli? She’s nearly a foot taller. Older half-brothers Morg, Mohg, and Godwyn? Twice as tall. Dadfrey Loux? Vae fits easily in one of his hands. Even his mother was taller than him. All jokes and memes aside, he was incredibly malnourished as a child (the, uh, particular entity puppeting his mother’s corpse after his birth fed him mostly grapes) and his growth was stunted as a result.
He has awful Madness and Sleep resistances. Like, barely any.
Getting stabbed in the chest by Morgott’s blood sword during their duel at the Elden Throne prior to reconciling cursed (blessed? Blursed?) him with Omenhood and all the horns, nightmares, and pyrophoric blood that comes with it. When his horns eventually do sprout, they’re are extremely brittle due to his alopecia. His nightmares, which began immediately, often feature people with their heads replaced with roiling spheres of yellow flame. What makes his situation particularly uncertain is that he’s simultaneously fighting impending communion-based devolution into a wyrm at that point. Who know what will happen and when?
In VaeCanon/GGGAU, he and Roderika have two kiddos post-game events. They’re fraternal twins, both Omen (taking after Vaeltan in that department), and are, of course, far taller than both their parents. Gratia, the slightly older sister, is bald n’ buff and punches Leyndell’s problems away, whereas Hewgwyn, the slightly younger brother named after the late master smith, is a scraggly-looking beanpole who becomes a librarian and has a mild talent for spirit tuning.
DRINK: that drink that results from mixing all the sodas from the gas station soda dispenser together in the Big Buddy cup (I called this ‘supersoda’ as a kid)
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I. THE FAIRY. chipped nail polish . glitter highlight . tall trees with smooth bark . tangled hair . the taste of cinnamon sugar . talking too loud and too fast . overgrown flowers in your hair . crumbling buildings reclaimed by nature . flirting . walking home at 3am with no coat . platonic hand - holding . blowing smoke out of your nose . dragonfly wings . chaotic good . freckles . fairy rings . secret meetings . gender nonconformity . leather . smudged eyeliner . forbidden fruit .
II. THE REAPER. computer errors . a shiver down your spine . haunting beauty . hard liquor . crowns of thorns . shadowed alleyways . decaying plant matter . shattered mirrors and broken glass . corrupted memories . stopped clocks . the scent of stale cigarettes . tattered black hoodies . walking your friends home . the crescent moon . the sea . a graveyard on a foggy day . cold rings on cold fingers . absolution .looking out the window of an airplane . soft kisses .
III. THE WITCH. graffiti . pretending to know what you ’ re doing . worn paperback books . growing up too fast .parsley , sage , rosemary , and thyme . lace and combat boots . moth wings . candles on every surface . a weathered deck of cards . turning the music up . fireflies in jars . calloused fingers . drawing on your skin . sunlight filtering through clouds . petrichor . a dying rose in a jar . wearing a crystal pendant . illusions and spells . black cats . mint gum . chapped lips . dirt under your fingernails . the cycle of life and death .
IV. THE WOLF. murders of crows . frost-bitten leaves . wolves howling at midnight . knocking on your door . leaving food out for stray animals . the twang of an acoustic guitar . honey . tiny red buds on trees . claw marks on the walls . golden eyes . slightly too long stubble . sharp canines . soft , thick fur. hunger . a small cottage in the middle of the woods . knitted fingerless gloves . sleeping on the forest floor . always finding your way back home .
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