SCP FOUNDATION — PERSONNEL DOSSIER

Lila Mae Vaughn was born October 26th, 1994, at GS Medical Center in Corpus Christi, Texas. There are no available civilian records to confirm place of birth and early residence along the Gulf Coast, more than likely due to displacement. All information comes from Vaughn herself; and while her account is consistent in structure across multiple interviews, it is shaped heavily by selective emphasis and omission. This has been noted, but not treated as evidence of deliberate deception. For that reason, the rest of this report will be entirely based on her word alone.

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I was born in Texas, alongside my brother, Wyatt. [Wyatt Everett Vaughn] Same time, same year, identifical in everything but gender and charm, as he liked to say. We were close like twins usually are. Not that bullshit "feel each other's pain" stuff, just, you know when something's wrong. You grow up that close, you learn to read each other without talking'. Wyatt was freaky good at it, honestly. Nobody hid shit from him. Not even me, most of the time.

Mama [Anna Mae Vaughn] was quiet. Smart though. Dad always said she chose her words carefully so she wouldn't make everyone else feel stupid. Took me years to realize he was just covering for her. She'd been through somethin', long before us, bad enough to hollow you out. Her parents were drifters, ranch hands, hustlers. Once she married my dad, they just vanished. Either they cut us off, or we cut them off. I never met them. There's about a year of silence before me and Wyatt were even born.

Dad [Samuel Everett Vaughn] talked a lot. Louisiana born, bayou thick in his voice. Came from a long line of addicts and ruffians, and he hated that. Wanted to be better, god-fearing, hard working. He did good. Welding, mechanic work, opened a shop, knew a lotta cops. He made mistakes, but he was trying. He died when we were about fifteen, or sixteen. Those months became a blur. Near our birthday, I know that much.

There was a robbery at a little corner store on Jefferson and Ridge. He'd gone to grab clementines for us because we begged and he was in a good mood that night. When he didn't come home, mama started calling everyone. Evetually someone told her cops were all outside the store, and she sent us upstairs. Father Jay came by later and told us Dad had work to do in heaven, and wasn't coming back.

It didn't hit right away. Wyatt and I tried to be strong for ma, you know? That night, Wy had asked me if I thought she blamed us. I told him no. Told him the only person to blame was the man who put lead in Dad. He cried. I didn't. I think that's when I stopped crying much at all.

They never found who did it.

That's why I wanted to be a cop. Detective, really. Not for selfless reasons, just revenge, or the concept of it. I wanted to find him, string him up. People like him were walking free while the cops let everything go cold and turned a blind eye. Mama hated it. Lost her husband, then both her babies talking about running headfirst into danger. Told me I'd never find a husband willing to settle for someone like me. I told her I wasn't looking for a husband, jokingly told her I'd consider a wife. She about lost her mind. Mean streak, that woman. That's what made her ma, though.

Wyatt skipped a scholarship to enlist. Army, not even the marines. Said it was about Dad's legacy, which made no sense since he didn't have one. Wyatt had this whole thing about wanting to build a legacy to honor him, Discipline, straight n' narrow. I told him he'd dodged jail more than once on charm alone to think he had anything straight and narrow about him. He agreed, said he wanted pride anyway. I couldn't argue. Mama lived a while after that. Then the attacks started. She died a year into them. By then, so much was happening it barely felt real.

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The first Leviathan that they couldn't keep out of the public eye hit Galveston. I was there, we were visiting our grandparents. Nice beach day. Water pulled back, and I remembered what that meant, we ran like hell. Got seperated when I was helping a woman pinned by an unparked car, so I just threw her into the driver's seat, buckled her in, and got into the passengers. She grabbed my hand, she was praying in spanish I think. Then the water hit and I was out. I woke up a little later upside down, had a bikerack in my fucking leg. Lady didn't make it. Probably saved my life, honestly, since the rest of the bikerack was in her chest. I crawled out, made my way about halfway up the street before I heard it. That kind of sound stays with you, the first time you hear something not.. normal. Saw it climbing a building, just a big black silhouette and a blue glow.

Next thing I knew I was in a hospital, sand everywhere. Too many people. I left to help once I got cleared medically, got in touch with Wyatt. He was all geared up on some FOB, had gotten our grandparents out then just got to work. I told them I'd enlist if I could stay with him, considering what we were facing. They let me.

By 2019, the GOC was public. Big mechs, basically took over every broadcast. Said they were here to help, later found out that no one knew it was going to happen besides them. Hostile take over for the good of humanity, or something. Wyatt and I got pulled into the Pilot Program because we were twins. Siblings worked best, twins were ideal. We had to fight on the ground first of course. Leviathan parasites, little freaks that fell off when the big ones moved. Resue civilians, kill parasites, make a call about who lives and who doesn't. It became second nature. Then BIRCNSS started up, and they pulled us off the Suicide Runs.

Bi-Directional feedback. Implementation imitation. Real-time data AI. Cognitive load. Neural interface. Signal processing. Safety redundancy. B - I - R - C - N - S - S. Berkness. Whatever. GOC basically tore us apart and rebult us as machines. Pain was a constant, because it had to be. You had to get used to it, they taught you how to keep it together. Couldn't break down, because if you did, people died. Most washed out. The rest died. Wyatt was my co-pilot, our mech was MR-1310. I called him Mustang, Wyatt called him Romeo. Cute little AI. Not alive, just clever. Helped predict, analyze. Took control if you couldn't, but letting it do that meant you'd failed. We never let him.

Piloting felt powerful, we were heroes. Posters, interviews, girls telling me I inspired them, gifts. Felt good to see people be happy just because we existed, y'know? It wasn't really that glamorous though. We trained non-stop, no weakness was tolerated. If one of you slowed down, system would favor the stronger pilot and flag the other instantly. They had to make me taller, actually. Six-three. Experimental bone shifting, muscle stretching, whatever. I got scars everywhere because of it, signed a lot of waivers without reading. We both did.

Didn't matter much though, we were great. Top of our class. Real fucking good at killing things. Then the assimilation happened, and now I'm here. I had the option to go with the GOC, but that didn't make a lot of sense to me. Back home, the Leviathans were cruel, viscious creatures. Intelligent enough to know how to make it hurt. Here, half of them are just normal people, or items. Doesn't make sense to just destroy them. Plus, GOC wasn't the ones who saved my life when I got here, and everyone I knew is gone.

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I don't know if my brother's dead.
I think I felt him die.

"Mean"; "Stern but fair"; "Authoritarian and Respectable"; "Jaded"; all common descriptors of Vaughn. She was selected for Internal Affairs by HOA 'V' precisely because of her unyielding nature and tendency to voice her opinions without hesitation. If tasked with presenting an argument, she will ensure its unshakeable, mainly because she'll argue it into the ground until there's no room left for dispute.

Despite the perception that she is cold and detached, Vaughn does care about people within the Foundation, though not in a way any would recognize. Her condition often clouds this aspect of her personality, making her difficult to read, on top of the effort she puts in to remaining neutral at all times. She is prone to dissociation, and her emotional range -at least outwardly- is limited. Most commonly, her expressions shift between restrained irritation and the occasional smug smirk when she successfully gets under someone's skin.

Vaughn performs her duties with the efficiency expected of Internal Affairs, and her interactions with site personnel, while not always warm, serve their purpose in maintaining order and loyalty. However, she is not widely liked, nor does she make much effort to be. Whether this will change remains to be seen, but in recent months, her aggression has lessened. She is more measured, more restrained. If this shift continues, it may alter how she is received-but for now, Vaughn remains as steadfast and unrelenting as ever.

| BASE INFORMATION |
Designation: Lila Mae Vaughn
Sex: Female
Examination Date: ||/||/||
Examiner: Dr. |||||| ||||||||||


| VITAL SIGNS |
Blood Pressure: 124/82 mmHg
Resting Heart Rate: 68 BPM
Respiratory Rate: 16 breaths/min
Oxygen Saturation: 100%
Body Temperature: 36.7° C

| SUMMARY |
Subject presents with extensive historical and healed trauma. Overall physical conditioning is above average for age, consistent with prolonged military-grade training and combat exposure. Musculoskeletal strength, endurance, and pain tolerance exceed baseline norms. Subject exhibits controlled posture and motor precision despite extensive scarring and prior structural injury.

Notable injuries include complete loss of left eye with an unoccupied orbital cavity; surrounding facial scarring indicates blunt-force penetrating trauma. Evidently from implosion. Left-side auditory impairment is present, with partial hearing loss deemed non-repairable by conventional methods. Nasal fracture noted in medical history has been surgically corrected and remains stable.

Respiratory function remains within acceptable operational limits, though minor exertional strain is observed. No acute compromise identified. Neurological testing indicates intact cognition, reflexes, and coordination. Subjection demonstrates high adaptability to sensory asymmetry due to monocular vision.

Minor muscle strain observed, likely secondary to recent physical exertion. Does not significantly impair performance but warrants monitoring. Subject demonstrates a consistent tendency to under-report discomfort or fatigue. Psychological affect remains controlled but guarded. Cleared for active duty with precautions


| RECCOMENDATIONS |
Routine monitoring of chronic pain levels; do not rely solely on self-reporting.
Annual auditory and visual assessments to compensate for unilateral sensory loss.
Periodic musculoskeletal evaluations to monitor strain and scar-related mobility restrictions.
Access to pain management resources as needed (non-sedative preferred)
Immediate evaluation following any trauma involving the neck, head, or upper spine.
Subject is medically cleared for assignment. Continued observation advised due to cumulative traumatic history and propensity for self-neglect.

Operational Training:
Firearms Training - COMPLETED
Anomaly Awareness Training - COMPLETED
Safe-Class Anomaly Handling - COMPLETED
Euclid-Class Anomaly Handling - COMPLETED
Keter-Class Anomaly Handling - COMPLETED
Cognitohazard Recognition and Mitigation - COMPLETED
Memetic Hazard Awareness and Containment Protocols - COMPLETED
Joint Task Force Operations Training - COMPLETED


Combat and Tactical Proficiency:
Demonstrates advanced firearms handling under high-stress conditions.
Strong situational awareness in anomalous environments.
Effective close-quarters decision-making and target prioritization.
Proven performance in mixed-team operations involving Foundation and allied units.


Field Experience:
Successfully deployed on an MTF Alpha-1 'Red Right Hand' Mission Assignment.
Performance evaluated as exceeding baseline expectations.
Subject displayed effective threat assessment, discipline under pressure, and adherence to mission objectives.
Subject managed to consistently play the 'character' assigned to them, and did not falter under emotional pressure from Operation Lead.
Formal report verified and processed properly and on time, written in depth with subsequent image and video to follow.


Physiological and Psychological Adaptations:
Exceptionally high pain tolerance; subject remains operational despite injury or discomfort.
Reduced susceptibility to alcohol intoxication; no observable impairment at quantities sufficient to effect baseline personnel. [Experiment risked alcohol poisoning, shut down by Medical Officer Jaqueline Pierre]
Elevated stress resilience and emotional regulation in crisis scenarios. [Parapsychologist assigned to Subject states encouragement of such behavior is not advised.] [This reccomendation was noted, however will not be acted on.]
Known tendency to compartmentalize physical and psychological distress rather than outwardly express it, unless in the form of rage.

Journal - Pages written on, scanned, then burned. The item itself is old and worn, burned in some areas, water-damaged in others. 'Cypress' claims to have had it on her for most of her life, as it's roughly the size of her hand. When the Assimilation occurred, 'Cypress' had it on her still, in her belt.

Guitar - A wooden Acoustic guitar, with devil's trumpet petals around the center, gifted to her by Assistant Site Director 'Druid.' She's instantly taken to the item, playing it whenever she has a free moment, asking individuals to sign it. As of August 6, 2025, the date of her most recent update, the Guitar has 5 engravings. Two from 'Cypress,' one depicting a cowboy hat, the other an intense #2. Bunny ears on the side of the guitar, carved from Druid. Concord was also asked to leave his mark on the guitar, which he agreed to. The outer ring seems to be the names of those important to 'Cypress.' "Misha Nia Riley Nash Will Wyatt Samuel." Attempts to ask 'Cypress' who these individuals are have been met with silence or barbed remarks. The inner circle reads "Shall our minds forever cherish those we cannot." More recently, there is a carving from Garmr, depicting something that seems symbolic. The wolf from his patch, but with the chains broken. Again, 'Cypress' has refused to comment on the meaning.

Guitar Pick(s) - Since 'Cypress' has been gifted her Guitar, multiple individuals have gifted her guitar picks. They will be listed in this singular entry for ease of documentation.
+ An electric blue Guitar pick with a white skull painted onto it from Detective 'Destro.'
+ A wooden pick gifted by 'Druid,' the creator of the Guitar.
+ A white fiber-glass pick, made from the frame materials of the first plane to cross from New York City to London in under 2 hours, the SR-71 Blackbird. Purchased from Ghost Market, a gift from Detective 'Garmr.'

Tarus Public Defender Polymer 2-441021GRY [RETIRED] - Affectionately named 'Mary' by 'Cypress,' recently engraved with a unique design imaged below. According to a GOI named 'The Iscariots' that works with the Vatican, the weapon has been officially blessed, and can kill demonic entities specifically of that strain permanently. It is a 'Holy Weapon.'

B3 Wingman [RETIRED] - This one is named Jedediah. She says it packs a punch harder than 'Matilda.' It has no special changes or designs on it.

Rosary Beads - White and Red beads with a silver depiction of Christ being crucified. 'Cypress' has it wrapped around her wrist at all times.

Vaughn is very skilled in technology, stating that systems from her home compared to here were highly advanced. From this, she has displayed a blatant disregard for Foundation protocols in accessing information not readily available for someone of her position or standing. MTF Commander 'Universe' has permitted this action under his credentials for an unknown reason. Whatever the case, RAISA remains diligently aware of Vaughns activities.

Vaughn is required to take medication monthly via injection due to lack of anchoring in this reality, as ordered by 'Secretary.' Vaughn has been highly resistent to this, but complies anyway. Obviously. Assistant Site Director 'Druid' is happy to help and has proven themselves capable of convincing Vaughn to take said medicine.

Like some others on Site-66, Vaughn has garnered the attention of SCP-701-1 'Ambassador of Alagadda' which has proven highly dangerous. Majority of Vaughns long standing injuries occured as a result from SCP-701-1 'Ambassador of Alagadda'.

Vaughn is still missing their left hand from the wrist down and refuses to get a cybernetic due to the fact that said missing hand is apparently "Somewhere else" and she can "Still feel it." Psychiatric intervention has been advised but denied by the powers that be. I hate writing this womans file.