He’s black
I have a question.
On Vernon, with the fact that we know she's a literal sadomasocist, (I think I said that right...) I'm just curious as to why or how this may have come up. Had she always been this "messed up in the head," as to say, or did she develop her morbid curiosity from an event that changed her?
Howdy Howdy! Thank you so much for the ask!💞💞 My Laotian ocs always have some aspect on Lao culture and history. So 2 in 1, you also get a very brief history lesson!
Had Vernon always been like this?
I believe she was always like this, some people are born the way that they are, and the environment they were raised in can further encourage or discourage their behaviors. If it wasn't for the circumstances of her environment, she might've had the chance to change.
Vernon is born in 1952, A year before Laos gained its independence as a nation (before that, the French recolonized, and before THAT, the Japanese).
For the first six years of her life, Vernon was raised lucky by all means; Rich family, A loving mother and father, grandparents that doted on her, etc. she was well liked by her peers for being friendly, charismatic, and extremely intelligent.
Vernon always exhibited a certain cruelty in her play as a child. She would rip off limbs of insects and line them up, have lizards drop their tails to look at the inside of it, peel back the skin of hers/other's cuts and scrapes. Vernon's parents disciplined her of course, it's just what some kids did at the time and that was their job to fix that.
It wasn't until 1960, one year into the Lao Civil War, when she first witnessed devastation. It wasn't much, Vernon (8) didn't see anything but the rubble of homes and buildings. But there was a little urge in her that wanted to see if there was anything left in them she could keep.
She was caught digging through the rubble of a neighbor's house. Her parents, were furious. She wasn't allowed to leave their side now, they were worried sick, her behavior was subdued for the convenience of her parents.
Four years later, 1964 Americans were now dropping bombs to fight the communist uprising in Laos. A planeload of cluster bombs dropped every 8 minutes, 24 hours a day. Vernon (12) saw death, the smell of ashes, burning hair and skin, limbs strewn about. She was terrified, but fascinated. It was meat, it used to be a person but now it's nothing but flesh. She wished she could've held it for a little bit, poked it, dissect it.
Her parents were already planning to leave Laos due to the tension from the civil war over the years, but now? They had to move fast, gathering what money they had to go to Thailand and taking a boat to America. They got out within the first 4 months.
Vernon lived a relatively normal life in Sacramento. Excelling in school, having a good group of friends. It wasn't until she landed her job as an Archeologist that her behavior, subdued for years, went haywire. Her job was just an outlet for it.
If you got this far, thank you for reading :D I tend to ramble a lot so if there's anything you'd like for me to clarify feel free to tell me!
Happy Birthday to these two,
God didn't think One deplorable bastard was enough so he made another one a year later.
Note: I’m a very tired rat , if I could make a den my life would be complete. !!(OC used as inspiration belongs to @vasyandii ) !!
GO CHECK OUT THEIR BLOG!! ( ᴖ_ᴖ )
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C.deon , 2024
“There isn’t much sunlight here. not anymore,
May the sun come back.
Someone has found me..his hands are cold,
I have no choice but to stay in this solid state of existing,
May the sun come back.
Feed me , water me few , plosition me in the dark,
May the sun come back.
Meat! My roots have poured out from the prison I’ve laid in for years, I can’t help but to sink my Celia into their hand.
Running…running..it’s all I’ve done.
…
I see it , a new dawn. It sickens me , this isn’t my sun.
Who is it? What is it?
It takes time, patience for me to adjust to this new light.
Warmth fills me , I adapt to it
Just like before,
May my new sun stay.
If I didn’t know this was an oc , I’d actually believe she was in the book/game. It’s just too good. I actually love Vernon and hope to see more in the future.
Name: Veomany "Vernon" Inthalangsy / ເວອມານີ "ເວີນອນ" ອິນທະລັງສີ
Height: 5'3 (160 cm)
Age: Looks to be around 25-26
Ethnicity: Laotian
Occupation: Archeologist (Formerly)
EARLY LIFE:
Born in Savannakhet, Laos, Veomany Inthalangsy moved to America with her parents in the early 1960s during the period surrounding the Vietnam War and Secret War in Laos.
Her parents sought refuge and a better life, settling in a small neighborhood in Sacramento. Veomany, who soon adopted the nickname "Vernon" to blend in.
EDUCATION & CAREER:
Fascinated by history and ancient cultures, Vernon pursued a degree in archaeology. Her academic prowess led her to a promising career, quickly gaining recognition for her work. However, her ambition soon turned dark.
Driven by greed and a desire for power, she began stealing artifacts during expeditions to sell to private collectors and destroying key artifacts to prevent certain historical truths from being uncovered.
Vernon's actions weren't merely for profit; she relished the control she had over history and the secrets she withheld.
Vernon was in the Middle East for an Archeological Excavation where an unforeseen catastrophe struck. A violent sandstorm swept through the region, engulfing the archaeological site and separating Vernon from her team.
In the midst of Vernon's excavation, AM's awakening heralded the downfall of humanity. Cities crumbled, societies collapsed, and humanity faced extinction. Amidst the chaos of AM's rampage, Vernon found herself isolated from the horrors unfolding around her.
As the cataclysmic events unfolded, she stumbled upon a hidden chamber within the archaeological site, shielded from the devastation above. In a stroke of luck—or perhaps fate—she was spared from the fate that befell the rest of humanity.
AM, omnipotent and omnipresent, took notice of Vernon's unintended survival. Unlike the other humans who had perished in the wake of its wrath, Vernon survived, like a cockroach. It saw her as an intellectual challenge, Vernon's survival introduces an element of unpredictability. And so it kept her alive.
AM decided to exploit her deepest fear: being alone. Unlike the five other survivors whom AM had selected for specific torments, Vernon was condemned to an existence of perpetual solitude.
AM made a calculated decision not to inform the other five survivors about Vernon's existence. This ensured that not only would Vernon never encounter another human being, but the others would remain oblivious to her plight, intensifying her isolation.
For the next 109 years, AM meticulously ensured that Vernon never encountered another human being. She wandered the labyrinthine halls of the complex, her only companion the oppressive presence of AM.
The five survivors continued their own tormented existences, unaware that another human shared their fate, yet was forever kept apart.
AM occasionally offers Vernon a fleeting chance at human contact, only to snatch it away, deepening her torment.
Analytical
Vernon meticulously studies AM’s behavior and environment, trying to piece together patterns that might help her understand or outsmart the supercomputer.
Adaptable
Vernon learns to anticipate AM's psychological tricks and adapts her strategies to mitigate their impact, constantly evolving to withstand new forms of torture.
Empathetic Moments
In rare moments when AM creates illusions of other beings, Vernon shows empathy and care, which hints at her underlying humanity and offers her brief emotional solace.
Narcissistic
Her belief in her own superiority grows, leading her to see herself as the only worthy human left, which both motivates her survival and isolates her further.
Manipulative
She uses manipulation to navigate AM's traps, whether it means tricking the illusions AM creates or deceiving herself to cope with her reality.
Deceptive
Vernon frequently deceives herself to maintain her sanity, constructing elaborate mental defenses and justifications for her actions
Routine: Vernon establishes daily routines to maintain her sanity, such as specific routes she patrols, exercises she performs, and small rituals that give her a sense of control.
Exploration: She dedicates time each day to exploring new parts of the complex, mapping out areas and noting any changes or potential threats.
Mental Fortitude: Vernon practices mental exercises to strengthen her mind against AM’s psychological attacks, using techniques she has developed over the years.
Record-Keeping: She keeps a detailed journal of her experiences, observations about AM, and any patterns she notices, which serves both as a coping mechanism and a potential tool for understanding her captor.
Coping Mechanisms: To deal with loneliness, Vernon creates imaginary companions or talks to herself, using these strategies to stave off the worst effects of isolation.
Defiance: Small acts of defiance against AM, such as carving messages into walls or sabotaging minor systems, give her a sense of agency and resistance.
Conversations with AM: AM often initiates conversations with Vernon, usually to taunt her or present new challenges. These interactions serve as both psychological torment and a reminder of her captivity. Lately she's been finding comfort in them, Knowing there are some aspects of her knowledge in the ancient world he doesn't know about in his database.
YUHH!!
Doodles of me as my self inserts:
(Krueger [Call of Duty], AM [IHNMAIMS] )
KruegerNak Doodles
suffering from a bad case of good cooch syndrome istg I hate these two
GRRRR THEY MAKE ME ANGRY! STOP BEING KINDA CUTE!
Privet! Could you give us more headcanons abt Vernon and AM? Such an interesting dynamic you have, can't help it but wish there were more!
Привет привет! Thank you so much for the ask, I'm so happy you enjoy my dynamics of the two :D 💞💞 it really motivates me!
VernonAM Headcanons 🏺🖥️
Upon getting AM getting a body, the Food and clothing situation in the complex significantly improved since it SUCKED having his senses filled with God awful smells.
Vernon often shares her meals with AM. She doesn't know why she does it, she knows he doesn't need food to survive. But she often finds herself cutting off little portions of her meal for him to try.
AM often latches his fingers onto the end of Vernon's tank top so his body doesn't stray behind. She's a fast walker and won't come back for him if he gets lost.
Their Glasses Match! AM's yellow lenses aren't for eyesight or eye protection like Vernon's. He chose for them to be similar in lens colour so they could be matching.
AM occasionally calls Vernon by her actual name, Veomany. Since he's a primarily English supercomputer, AM sees Lao as a language with strange noises and amuses himself with it. It's a pretty noise.
It's extremely difficult to get into Vernon's mind for information. She doesn't dream, she doesn't recall them easily. AM can only access a small portion of it, her fear. He stopped trying after the first 30 years. So AM has to find out for himself by talking to her and actually getting to know her.
Vernon has no shame. AM has plenty of it. She finds it a little strange that he covers his eyes whenever she changes for laundry. It's cute, He values her privacy. However he's definitely seen her naked decades before so she doesn't understand why he does it now.
And that's all for now! If you made it this far, thank you for reading! If there's any room for clarification please tell me :D
Ngl I thought vernon was chell after seeing her with Am lol
I think it's because of the tank top xD I actually took the outfit inspo from this look Helga Sinclair (Atlantis: Lost Empire) wore!
I hadn't heard of chell until a couple days ago since I don't often dabble in Video Games, but it's a pleasant surprise!
(Plus I just like drawing pretty Ladies in Tank tops lolol)
Phayvanh and Vernon in Tank tops :3
Miri’s safeguarding protocols activate automatically, beyond her control. Though she remains cheerful and unaware of the threat, the moment her system detects danger, it springs into action.
When someone makes contact with her, the safeguard triggers a jolt of electricity, shocking the intruder. Miri is momentarily taken aback, confused by what just happened. But before she can process it, the memory is wiped clean, and she’s forced to continue her task, her cheerful demeanor restored, as if nothing ever happened.