Born in a small town in Western Salem, Abraham Rightous Endeavour Vaughn joined the army on his 18th birthday, hoping to see glory and riches and defend God's Own Shard against the villianous White Hand.

Years later, Vaughn was a disillusioned sergeant and was desparately seeking a way out of the army that wouldn't involve desertion or getting too badly injured... he saw the First Invasion of Avalon as the perfect opportunity. But it wasn't to be so, because Vaughn discovered that deep down he was a true hero. During a surprise attack by White Hand forces Vaughn rescued the regiment's colours which had fallen to the enemy and led the remnants out of Avalon to the safety of the mainland. Expecting to be invalided out due to his injuries Vaugh was in for a nasty surprise....

When he had recovered Vaughn was given a field promotion to Captain and was put in command of the 3rd Company. Under his command the 3rd (and eventually the whole of the 16th) has transformed from a pike-wielding rabble to a smartly drilled rifle regiment... supposedly the best rifles in the Shards.

As a Major he distinguished himself during the Monarch Wars, eventually earning a brevet rank of Colonel when his senior officer was killed during a brutal attack, the glory was short-lived however as Salem descended into chaos shortly after the Union of the Shards.

Nowadays he heads a group of mercenaries formed from the last remnants of the 16th Rifles.