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Vann About Page
“one step at a time, we are made to endure”
[first shared 28.08.18, updated for 06.02.26]
Real Name: Ruben Sayegh
Age: 37 (38-39 as of OVW2)
Alias: various fake names
Codename: Vann
Ethnicity: 25% White, 50% Syrian, 25% Japanese
Nationality: Dutch (Netherlands) 🇳🇱
Birthday: November 4th, 2039
Zodiac Sign: Scorpio ♏️
Blood Type: B
Height: 5'10
Gender: Male (FtM) 🏳️⚧️
Parents: Rin Sayegh, Otto Sayegh.
Languages: Dutch, German, English, Spanish.
Semi Known Languages: Mandarin, Arabic, French, Italian, Japanese.
Occupation:
Ode à la Lune assassin (formerly)
Blackwatch Intelligence Officer, Head of Recon(formerly)
Drifter,Mercenary (currently)
Base of Operations:
Berlin (formerly)
Rome (formerly)
Gibraltar (currently)
Affiliation:
Ode à la Lune (formerly);
Blackwatch (formerly)
Overwatch (currently)
Battle:
Role: Damage
Alignment: Overwatch
Health: 250
Primary Weapon: Wrist-Crossbow;
Lethal Bolt, is the common setting which shoots a small but incredibly sharp, thin and almost silent dart. It takes 180 from a headshot and less on anywhere else. Ideally shot from medium to short range, a scope is equipped. It can slowly eat away at health for 3 seconds. Ammo is 10 before a reload
Secondary Weapon:
Sword slash, 80 damage, can also act as melee though this stronger option has a 7 second cooldown.
Melee: short sword slash, 50 damage
Abilities/Powers:
Wall Climb, Double Jump (passive): His ability allows him extra mobility and agility.
Mobility Wire: Same as Widowmakers cable, allows larger mobility and if used alongside melee can take more damage from sheer force.
Ultimate:
Sets off a sleep bomb that stuns/sleeps enemies for up to 5 seconds.
Strengths: Mobility, Agility, Speed.
Weaknesses: Defence (medium range or short melee counters)
Artwork:
Overwatch default (OFFICIAL)
Overwatch 1
Chinese New Year
Halloween
New Era
Blackwatch
Voice:
Charlie Vickers
Voicelines:
Backstory:
[warnings for what's listed below are: violence, abuse, trafficking, drug abuse]
Ruben Sayegh was born in Amsterdam in 2039, The Omnic Crisis began in 2041 when he was 4; his father was an soldier in the Netherlands Army and went to fight. Only to die at the hands of a bastion unit at Eichenwalde later.
During 2047, at 7 years old. There was an omnic attack in the city and Ruben was caught in it along side his mother. He was left orphaned and through all the panic and chaos he sustained a head injury, causing confusion and memory loss; making it difficult for officials to determine who his parents were. Thus he was moved to a busy building filled with injured or other kids which made it easy for many of them to be taken and never seen again. Unfortunately, he was one of them.
Through this system he was tagged as being able to take strong enhancements and taken to a facility with kids like him where experimental enhancements were implanted in them, genetic tinkering and limb strengthening. Crude versions of the serums at S.E.P but somehow worked almost half as efficiently and with greater side effects. The idea was to create disposable but effective agents that could act covertly and steal, kidnap or extract information, them being young meant a short shelf life. Many passed away, leaving few who survived.
Ruben did what he was told in order to survive, one needle at a time.
.o.
In 2056, at age 17. After a failed assassination, he saw his chance and left details in a note to be found later by authorities, his note was found and investigated by Overwatch to which he was out in contact with a source that could help him out, the commander of Blackwatch through a burner phone. He tells him everything he knows and actively finds information on the inner workings of the organisation.
During this time, near the end of his training; Ruben is given a mark around his neck, a burn that couldn't be healed; to mark him forever as being tied to this group.
When the eventual sting operation that came in 2058 on Ode à la Lune headquarters, aged 18.
Ruben met Gabriel Reyes once they arrested and fought they're way through the facility. In the midst he came across his injured but escaping captor who'd previously brainwashed trigger phrases into him so he could never hurt whoever spoke them.
He was pardoned from the crimes he committed under their influence and stayed at a hospital ward for a year; coping with a myriad of traumas and conditions from years of injuries. On the side he was assigned a set of course work to achieve in getting a basic qualification. Once he was ready a year later, he reconnected to the organisation that has saved his life in hopes he could join to help others like him..
He was accepted and did official basic training in the intelligence division, moving quickly from soldier to covert ops as he was just as good being an agent in espionage. In this time, he acquired his code phrase, Vann.
He medically transitioned from female to male and had already been socially transitioned most of his adult life. He grew his personality some more and mentally grew up and away from his childhood.
He went on to become an Intelligence Officer and a growing figure in the recon department at Blackwatch. Under the supervision of Gerard Lacroix and other experienced personnel, regularly working with the United Nations and other global security organisations.
It was in this time he would've described as some of the best of his life, he was an active role in bringing actual justice to trafficking rings, weapons, drugs, terrorist plots. The people he worked alongside inspired him greatly, including Cole Cassidy, Gabriel Reyes who he looked up to immensely, Sojourn, Winston, Emre, Reinhardt, Ana Amari, Jack Morrison; he felt pride in his work and wanted to live up to their examples. He greatly enjoyed Genji's company (the ship does exist but I won't go into it here).
He looked up to his commander as something to aspire to be, cool headed, confident, a leader and undying loyalty to his men. A mentor and a friend. Ruben became a charismatic, well spoken, and intelligent man with a smile, charm and the cunning to gain most of his targets trust.
Over the course of nearly a decade, at 26 he'd become a capable and infamous agent with a 95% success rate. He was known amongst organised crime sectors across the world as a simple 'gun for hire' with mixed allegiances but a want for riches. Which allowed him access to some of Talons outer circles amongst its soldiers and sponsors. He'd sit at the tables of crime lords and even inner circle members, laughing and sharing drinks all the while he gathered intel.
So goes the time, he's left with a few more scars and each with its own story, a lost ring finger, a few broken bones and slowly... blackwatch changes. The Venice Incident, Lacroix being murdered, scrutiny. Things grow darker, missions have a lethality rate, the goals are vague, objectives are confidential even to him and rarely successful and seemingly end in bloodshed under Commander Reyes's leadership and Overwatch's oversight. He finds and executes the man who kidnapped him as a child, which leaves him more shaken than he'd admit then.
Things take a quick tailspin from there for everyone.
.o.
In 2067, at age 29. He organised a check up on an abandoned volcanic harness station in northern Iceland, a small group of agents he'd led inside. At first everything was fine, nothing amiss. Only when they were in the facilities underground area were they ambushed as the whole thing had been a trap. All were killed, except for him.
He was knocked out, thrown into a jet and taken god knows where to be questioned. He knew his time was up, his cover blown and his name and alias's being revealed by none other than Akande Ogindumu, someone he'd known. For months was thusly tortured and broken down for information, what he knew, his goals, everything he'd sworn never to say.
With a paper clip and a dead guards uniform, he escaped the base and collapsed under the hot Sudanese desert where he was found and taken to a nearby hospital. Where he also used a phone to contact the blackwatch emergency line and be picked up and taken back to Rome.
When returned, he was observed for any signs of brainwashing, physical influence or mental. In that it was discovered he had lethal case of lung disease in his left lung in direct cause from Talons torture as well as fractured and damage
He had no choice but to leave Overwatch, saying goodbyes to his colleagues and found-family regretfully. Being transported to a hospital in the Netherlands to recover from the physical trauma. Halfway through treatment he was legally forced to take part in the Petras hearings to disparage his old commander and his own quality as an agent, he gave half truths and tried to protect his own. Barely scraping out of a conviction of being apart of Blackwatch's activities. This was the last time he saw many of his friends.
Just a week after he found out from the news that the Swiss headquarters had exploded and mentors and friends scattered to the wind and him alone in an unfamiliar place.
His left lung had been surgically removed and a bionic lung to replace it. He never truly learnt what had been done to his body during his stay, only that something was very much different in a way he couldn't explain.
.o.
In 2071, age 31. After Overwatch fell and he was mostly cured, he went under a new alias and setout for a new life in Amsterdam where he was born originally to start anew. He changed his appearance to something different, unconventional to what he used to be but purely himself. It's funny how a haircut and a few lifestyle changes can change you so unrecognisably.
He'd settled down with a part time job, civilian life coming fairly easy but still difficult. Living off savings mostly, nonetheless very happy. This peace lasted around 3 years, he tried to avoid the news, made new friends, took a few courses one including sports medicine.
Eventually, the past caught up with him and his finances were frozen, his arrest warrent soon after and being caught by surprise by local police to be taken to prison. His pardon had been revoked and he was suddenly at charge for almost every crime his old commander had been accused of, as an accessory. This was a turnover appeal from within the UN that was influenced by corruption to stamp out any living Overwatch agents.
In his temporary cell in the police station, he escaped with little effort and no lives lost in his way back to his home; made his way back to his apartment and grabbed everything he could The apartment had been ransacked of everything, the closets pulled out and clothes strewn on the floors. Looking for evidence of anything even remotely suspicious. He planned a trip to the storage building across the city that held his old gear.
Due to his ties to Blackwatch, local enforcement and any small time criminals were notified of his bounty and warrant, making long term stay anywhere impossible. He begrudgingly left his new life behind, returning to being Ruben Sayegh.
He spent a good few years on the move, living rough and just only getting by. His enhancements were failing him and his health deteriorated without medication to uphold it. Taking on mercenary work for small time gigs throughout Europe, developing an addiction to painkillers, just surviving and trying to keep going. When he learnt his mentor was alive but in the form of Reaper, reconnected with Ana Amari and stayed with her for a while before he found his footing. His addiction is something he's still grappling with.
It was after those years he grew into something more, regaining contact to a few vigilantes and old friends he was able to get a foothold and become something of one himself. Being in contact with Ana Amari, thwarting Talon and other corrupt corporate and organised criminal groups. As well as making money from similar jobs he did under overwatch. At 37 he got the re-call message from Winston, which he sat on for a few weeks before acting on it.
.o.
He (would've) been involved in the New Blood comic as a participant in Cassidy's group. Joining up with Winston's group at Gibraltar after the Paris invasion. A friendship beginning amongst D'va, Baptiste and Zayra. Being just as much apart of the team as anyone else. Meeting up with Genji again, though awkward. Could lead to some good..
He would've fought in Toronto to help civilians to boats to escape and rescue any omnics they could find along with the team.
After The Null Sector invasion he travelled to Gibraltar with the rest of the crew, living alongside them as they tried to rebuild the organisation that once saved the world. He would’ve tried to go back to espionage given how much time had passed but with a less physical approach, more directing others on what to do. As well as Overwatch’s new approach being more to its core values of peace keeping.
He’s interested in the Phreak organisation, personally given their anti establishment and he resonates with many of their points.
facts:
• His favourite colour is burnt orange
• He lives in an old freight train car that was abandoned during the war and he revamped it into a home for between when he's travelling from jobs.
• His favourite foods are burritos, burgers and tacos bo you can eat them on the go and it's filling. He has a sweet tooth. Loves coffee.
• His hobbies include music, clubbing, gymnastics, climbing, reading spy novels, watching the latest movies
• He's half arabic, only feels connected to the culture through his friendship with Ana. He doesn't have any true connections to his family.
• (Him and Genji are in an enemies to friends to lovers to exes to friends to fwb to lovers trope) Ruben's short sword was inspired by Genji's katana, making it fun to spar and gain new skills in close quarters combat.
• He was friends with Mauga while he was an undercover agent… phew
• He sustained the scar of his cheek from genji during his first combat tests. They worked it out very well afterwards.
Load your gun and watch him run...!
toxic yaoi is real (silhouette there is Guilla, belongs to @pavooko)
I think this looks pretty good 👍
lore?
Okay so I played more Overwatch and GUESS WHO IMMEDIATELY THINKS OF A CONCEPT FOR A CHARACTER Yes It’s me. Wel l This boi is an inuit offspring of a former Overwatch Hero- One of the Heroes going to the arctic for scientific reasons was his father. At the time Amaruq was 11 years old, so discovering his father is dead after the 9 years the team was sleeping and Mei’s returning isn’t that nice- But more of the story and stuff in the actual reference hAHA (And yes the weapon on the right should be a harpune but I messed up hah)
Chimera 135 (Bonehilda Introduction)
FINALLY finished the intro one shot for Bonehilda. It’s almost 2,000 words lmao,,,,
How Talon gets a hold of Bonehilda, pretty much.
I own Bonehilda and her backstory- no other ocs [aside from Blizzard’s lmao] are in this fic.
under a read more!
Sombra had insisted on Reaper getting permission to come search this facility. The man didn’t know why, yet, but despite her… personality… Sombra has never misled them on possible information.
Right now, the three of them were situated in the control room- Reaper and Widowmaker at the door, Sombra at the console. She was typing away at the keys as her own screens floated around her. Reaper’s never seen her this serious- whatever was in here was, clearly, something Sombra wanted.
“There they are,” she muttered, motioning for Reaper to come over to her. He did so, moving to stare into one of the lower screens. What he saw was… shocking, to say the least.
Various individuals- ranging from children to adults- were in enclosed spaces. They were a terrifying mix of animal and human, some of them unable to walk and barely eat. Reaper scowled under his mask.
“What the hell am I looking at, Sombra?” She grinned slightly, cycling through various rooms full of more of these people.
“Project Chimera, Gabe. A group of genetically-modified super soldiers, made to survive in any climate or environment. We’re here for… a specific one,” she said, trailing off as she went back to focusing. Her eyes lit up as she found a room containing a large tank.
“There she is. Chimera 135.” Sombra zoomed in, focusing the camera on a large woman. She hung onto the edge of the tank, gnawing on some kind of large piece of meat. Sombra got the location to her tank, then leaned back.
“Chimera 135 is a deep-sea creature- angler fish, I think- but I’ve been watching her, ever since I found this facility. She’s angry, and we can use that to our advantage. We’d just need to help… accommodate her.” “Sombra-” “I already have plans, if that helps”. The man sighed. Of course she has plans.
Widowmaker suddenly stood straighter, readying her rifle. Reaper and Sombra stood, pulling out their own weapons. The door opened, revealing guards and the man they had knocked out to get into the control room.
The man was shoved back as the guards charged at the intruders. One of the guards darted past the occupied trespassers, slamming down on a large button. Alarms sounded, making Reaper curse loudly.
The guards were taken care of quickly, and the three took off down the hall. Sombra took the lead, taking them down to where their target was located. The trio passed rooms, dispatching guards along the way, to see small faces peeking out through windowed doors. The Chimeras stared on in fear, some in excitement. Reaper stared ahead, trying not to think about the children in this place.
Once Sombra found the door, she quickly tapped away at the keypad. The door opened easily, and the trio shot in, shutting and locking the door behind them. The three caught their breath, looking up at the large water tank in front of them.
A dolphin and manatee floated along the top, while an octopus girl was glued to the clear siding, staring in wonder at the new people. Chimera 135 glared down from her perch at the top of the tank, the meat from before nothing but a bone. She was biting down on it angrily, before pulling it out of her mouth.
“What’s to stop me from pressing the panic button in my tank,” she growled. Her voice was deep and gravelly, not unlike Reaper’s. Sombra stepped forward, moving to the steps up to the top of the tank.
“A chance to escape, for one.” That clearly piqued the chimera’s interest. Her torn fins twitched, and gave Sombra a ‘tell me more’ look. The spy grinned, getting up to the walkway to the tank. She sat down dangerously close, making 135 float back a little.
“We work for a special organization- Talon. I’ve been keeping an eye on you, specifically, 135. You hate the scientists here. You’re ready to fight to get what you want, right?” The aquatic creature sneered, before nodding.
“Let’s make a deal- Talon breaks you out, and helps you get your revenge. In return, you work for us. Sound good?” “What about the rest of us?” Sombra’s smile dropped.
“Like hell I’m leaving the rest of them here,” 135 snapped. “... If you can promise that the rest of us will be taken care of, after I get back at these fucking scientists, then yes.” Sombra’s grin returned, and she held a hand out.
“Deal”.
135 scowled at the hand, smacking it away roughly. Sombra pulled it back, mildly offended.
“Don’t touch me”. “That will be a little hard to comply to- we’ll need to carry you to our escape vehicle.” Reaper now realizes why she insisted on having a large water tank in the back of the vehicle. 135 growled, but didn’t object. Sombra went back down, nodding to Reaper. He sighed, assuming he has to carry her. Considering how big she is, though, he thinks he’s the only one that can.
He climbed up to the top, kneeling down to where she was. She hesitantly swam over, looking back at the other aquatic creatures.
“I’ll… try and be back soon,” she said, before patting the manatee’s head. “You’re in charge while I’m gone, alright?” It nodded to her, and she turned back to Reaper. She reached up, sliding her arms around his shoulders. He gripped around her sides- ignoring the hiss in his ear- and pulled her up. Once she was out of the water, he moved to hold her bridal style.
“Try anything funny and I’ll rip that mask off and tear your ear off, got it,” she snarled as he started to walk back down. He grunted in reply, shifting his grip on her body. She kept one arm around his shoulders, gripping his cloak tightly. She was clearly uncomfortable with this situation.
The group made their way down the halls, Sombra leading the way once again. A small group of guards stood in their way, causing them to skid to a stop.
“Drop 135 and place your weapons on the ground,” the leader commanded. Reaper growled, feeling the creature in his arms squirm. Her breathing picked up- she was either panicking, or she can’t be out of water for much longer. Reaper really hoped she was just panicking.
He slowly started to put her down, knowing he’d have to just to use his shotguns anyway. The creature’s head snapped to look at him, wondering what he was doing.
No one expected the primal scream to ring out.
It startled everyone- especially the guards. The chimera suddenly flung herself forward, latching onto the nearest security personnel.
Her jaw swung open, hands gripping the man’s head and shoulder. She sunk her massive, sharp teeth into his neck, tearing into the skin and muscle as if it were tissue paper. The three shook off the surprise, pulling out their weapons.
With the frenzy going, the guards were quickly dispatched. Widowmaker looked over, seeing 135 still tearing into the poor man. Between her claws and teeth, his face was completely indistinguishable. His head and neck were nothing more than meat and bone at this point, skull bashed into the ground. She noted the man wasn’t even moving anymore- no breath left in him. He was dead.
She felt a small… twinge in her stomach. Disgust. Even the most emotionless creature would be disgusted by the sight before them, if they had any form of sentience.
135 finally leaned away from the corpse, panting. Blood and viscera covered her mouth and teeth. She looked up at the trio, a crazed glee in her eyes. Reaper saw the same look in some of his coworkers. She shook her head a little, the look leaving her after a moment.
Reaper slowly came over, lifting the bloody chimera again. They started back through their escape route.
“... Don’t call me 135,” the chimera suddenly barked. Sombra snorted a little, quickly opening a locked door.
“I figured you’d think of something else for us to call you. Got something in mind, or do I get to pick a nice nickname for you?” Reaper saw the glare that was given to Sombra’s back.
“Even think of naming me something, and I’ll kick your ass. I’m tired of having everything chosen for me,” she hissed. Sombra kept her mouth shut, knowing she hit a nerve. Normally, she’d poke fun anyway, but… she figured now wasn’t a good time.
“Bonehilda,” 135 said as they finally exited the facility. “My name’s Bonehilda.” Reaper thought back to when he saw her chewing on the thick bone. Yeah, a name like that fit her.
“Alright, Bonehilda. Nice to meet you,” Sombra laughed, hurrying to the escape van. The back was opened, and she was deposited into the hidden water tank.
“I’m Agent Sombra, this is Widowmaker and Reaper. Now let’s get the hell out of here.” Widowmaker sat in the back with the tank, while Reaper and Sombra headed to the front. The van quickly took off, knocking Bonehilda into the side of the small tank.
Widowmaker watched the blood slowly rise off of the chimera’s skin, staining the water a dull red. The two experiments stared at each other, quietly sizing the other up.
“What’s going to happen to me, once we get to where we’re going,” Bonehilda asked, crossing her arms. Widowmaker was silent, before shrugging.
“I don’t know- I did not even know we were obtaining you until today,” the french assassin answered, making Bonehilda huff. The chimera sunk below the surface, indicating that she was done talking. Widowmaker couldn’t help but watch her gills move as she breathed under the water.
The young Chimera crossed her arms, floating in the small tank. Widowmaker idly thought about how cramped she must be- she couldn’t stretch out fully in the water.
The two looked up as a small window suddenly opened. Sombra glanced back through it, Bonehilda barely catching a glimpse of Reaper at the wheel. The Chimera swam back up, so she could hear what the other woman has to say.
“I forgot to mention something-” “Of course you did,” Bonehilda snarled immediately, glaring at the hacker. Sombra waved her off a little, before continuing.
“We’ll need to perform a little… procedure… before you can really work with us. How do you feel about state of the art prosthetics?” Bonehilda frowned, holding onto the side of the tank with her arms crossed. She rose a brow- or, at least, the skin where a brow would be- silently asking what Sombra meant.
“Legs. You won’t be much use to us if you can’t walk.” That seemed to make the Chimera pause. A look of stunned bewilderment crossed her face. Sombra waited for an answer, but realized she wasn’t getting one.
“Think about it on the way to our hideout,” she said, closing the window. Bonehilda sunk back down into the tank, rubbing at her “tail”. Widowmaker watched her, seeing her lips move. She barely caught the silent words.
“They’d let me walk?”
Widowmaker scoffed slightly. She really didn’t hope that the chimera thought this was a charity case.
The window opened again, and Sombra tossed Widowmaker a tablet. The assassin caught the device, tapping the glass of the tank when Sombra motioned to give it to the chimera. Bonehilda reaches a hand out of the tank, the rest of her following suit. She grabbed the- hopefully- waterproof item.
She was met with a man’s face. Bonehilda stared into calculating eyes- ones that widened ever so slightly when he caught sight of her. He clenched his jaw slightly, before speaking.
“I am Agent Doomfist,” the man said. “I’m here to tell you the details of your new partnership with Talon. Welcome aboard, Agent Bonehilda.”
Ibelia Vega and her handler Arihant Bhattacharya
Two tired souls