Post by Vincent Abrams on Sept 22, 2016 20:37:22 GMT
Name: Vincent Abrams
Age: 32
Gender: Boy
Race: Human
Job: None. Vince has only just been 'freed' from his confinement in prison.
Rank: 7 Stars
Appearance: Always with a sinister smile on his face, Vincent is more often than not a terrifying man to look at. Tall, hair thick and red. Eyes, a faded ruby in colour, and always with a deadly piercing tone to them. He wears many different things, that will all be items he's stolen or taken from victims. From a thick, dark coat, to a nice clean white shirt, Vincent doesn't really care what he wears, it all ends the same colour in the end. And that is what is really chilling about Vince. He's usually coated in blood, and it's never his own. He tends to wear it like a second skin, and as per his magic, it does serve some purposes, other than to make him completely crimson red and terrifying. He can easily clean it off, and does so on occasion, but more often than not he paints himself red with pride, and doesn't give any shits to what anyone thinks of him because of it.
Personality: Vincent lost the will to care a long time ago. He doesn't know things like compassion anymore, and any goals he has in mind are for his benefit alone. The only thing he enjoys, is being free, and with that freedom comes the endless array of ass-holes for him to kill to his own leisurely pace. He's not completely psychotic, Vince does follow by the rule of only killing those who piss him off. Usually, it's thugs or idiots who think they're mighty enough to try and start something. Or perhaps it's just some poor chap just trying to get by, accidentally bumping into Vince and pouring orange juice down his front. Vincent doesn't have the best temper, the fuse is short. But, getting Vince genuinely angry is another hard task. He's dealt with enough torment in his life to not give anyone the benefit of seeing him actually mad. Instead, Vince just hides it all behind a grin, even when ripping apart those who try to cross him.
Like he cares if the world's getting ruined, Vincent just wants to go on his merry way, kill annoying people, and be left to his devices. He doesn't like many things, and certainly doesn't share the things that make him happy- other than killing.
Likes: Red, Blood, Laughing, Games, Killing, Fear, Reading, Poetry, Freedom.
Dislikes: Being stopped, Prison, People.
Weapons: None.
Magic: Blood Magic: It's becoming a known fact that there is no height to the power of Human magic, and some magic users are born who are incredibly strong, and incredibly deadly. Vincent is one. His power resides in the manipulation of blood.
He can control his own blood cells, by cutting his skin, the blood can form into anything he desires, from armour to weapons and items. He can't manipulate another blood, not until he has spilt some of his own onto them. Once his blood is spilt, he can control another blood in the same manner he could control his own. Through researching and testing his gifts over and over, Vincent knows exactly what his talents can achieve. He can tear someone apart, remove all of their blood in a few seconds. He can make them freeze, make them move how he wishes, or crush their hearts. There is a variety of games Vincent can play. His manipulation of blood can also be a healing process, by ordering blood to clot immediately around wounds, or continue to flow even if the heart stops pumping.
History: Vincent was the product of an escort and a brutal customer. He was born into an alleyway, his mother kicked from her home in the brothel for being pregnant and therefore useless to them. Stuck in a world of disease, Vince almost didn't live, but his mother did everything in her power to make sure her son survived. She found a Noble family, paying the eldest son of the family to look after her child with her body. With that, Vincent had just enough to survive, he wasn't allowed amongst the Nobles, but his mother went there on occasion, coming back with food and money to keep them alive. But, one day she didn't come back, and Vince himself, being a bold and courageous little boy, went to find out why. Because his mother had been killed, a woman of her position wasn't worth being spared when the parents of the Noble boy found out about his 'dealings'. She was hung outside their home.
Vincent, found a love for the colour red that day. He also found out his innate magical qualities, as he used them slaughter the entire household. Guards came to apprehend the killer, only to find a boy of barely six, covered from head to toe in blood, laughing manically and swearing at the corpses. It took the lives of five guards before Vincent was subdued. He was a powerful entity, and for a Human, power usually turned the heads of those seeking to use it. However, unlike people in the past, whom Nobles had claimed, and used to make war, Vincent was too risky to be given that sort of deal. He was instead locked up, imprisoned by a law he himself had invented, allowing the for the capture of people with magic deemed risky to civilisation. Amusing that the law was only kept for a short while, since not long into his capture, a war broke out and those in power stopped caring about prisoners.
But during that time, Vincent found more of himself. More than the first for blood and killing. He found a lack of empathy towards others, no matter their stories, he found himself losing any sense of caring towards others, and he found a love for reading, and for poetry. He'd spent the time that the war raged above them making his way through the prison's stock of wardens, guards, and other prisoners. Vincent tested his magic on them, seeing how far he could go. He'd never escape, by that point, Vincent didn't see why life above ground was any better than down here. So, once the war ended, and the underground prison was checked on, Vincent was discovered reading in his cell, with every other living being in the prison dead, some for years.
Vincent was carefully moved to Baransu prison, where he remained for the next eighteen years, being sent into complete confinement, arms strapped together, mask over his face. He went truly insane, during his time there, but his passion for killing only grew, the same way a craving only got worse the longer it was stretched out for. He was allowed to read, with someone 'volunteering' to hold a book by his prison bars, but beyond that, Vincent was given no rights, everyone was too afraid to attempt to give him any, in case of what he might do.
Then Baransu Tower fell, landing on the prison, crashing over Vincent's cell. It broke the doors apart, almost killing Vincent, if he wasn't an expert in keeping himself alive. Tearing apart his restraints, Vincent climbed his way out to admire the view. Baransu, a place he'd only seen briefly when his was taken to the prison. Now it was broken, and burnt to the ground, a delightful smell of roasting death in the air. Now Vincent's mind may have been lost years ago, but he knew not to stay and enjoy the scenery for too long. He took his chance, and ran. As Vincent ran, killing anyone around him, he had a revelation. He was free, he hadn't been free for twenty six years, and it felt beautiful. And in the chaos this world was left in, there was no one around to take Vince's freedom from him, and if they tried, he wasn't going to go easy anymore.
Free Item: The blood of his enemies.
OOC Name: Jazzy
Played By: Claire Standfield from Baccano!
Age: 32
Gender: Boy
Race: Human
Job: None. Vince has only just been 'freed' from his confinement in prison.
Rank: 7 Stars
Appearance: Always with a sinister smile on his face, Vincent is more often than not a terrifying man to look at. Tall, hair thick and red. Eyes, a faded ruby in colour, and always with a deadly piercing tone to them. He wears many different things, that will all be items he's stolen or taken from victims. From a thick, dark coat, to a nice clean white shirt, Vincent doesn't really care what he wears, it all ends the same colour in the end. And that is what is really chilling about Vince. He's usually coated in blood, and it's never his own. He tends to wear it like a second skin, and as per his magic, it does serve some purposes, other than to make him completely crimson red and terrifying. He can easily clean it off, and does so on occasion, but more often than not he paints himself red with pride, and doesn't give any shits to what anyone thinks of him because of it.
Personality: Vincent lost the will to care a long time ago. He doesn't know things like compassion anymore, and any goals he has in mind are for his benefit alone. The only thing he enjoys, is being free, and with that freedom comes the endless array of ass-holes for him to kill to his own leisurely pace. He's not completely psychotic, Vince does follow by the rule of only killing those who piss him off. Usually, it's thugs or idiots who think they're mighty enough to try and start something. Or perhaps it's just some poor chap just trying to get by, accidentally bumping into Vince and pouring orange juice down his front. Vincent doesn't have the best temper, the fuse is short. But, getting Vince genuinely angry is another hard task. He's dealt with enough torment in his life to not give anyone the benefit of seeing him actually mad. Instead, Vince just hides it all behind a grin, even when ripping apart those who try to cross him.
Like he cares if the world's getting ruined, Vincent just wants to go on his merry way, kill annoying people, and be left to his devices. He doesn't like many things, and certainly doesn't share the things that make him happy- other than killing.
Likes: Red, Blood, Laughing, Games, Killing, Fear, Reading, Poetry, Freedom.
Dislikes: Being stopped, Prison, People.
Weapons: None.
Magic: Blood Magic: It's becoming a known fact that there is no height to the power of Human magic, and some magic users are born who are incredibly strong, and incredibly deadly. Vincent is one. His power resides in the manipulation of blood.
He can control his own blood cells, by cutting his skin, the blood can form into anything he desires, from armour to weapons and items. He can't manipulate another blood, not until he has spilt some of his own onto them. Once his blood is spilt, he can control another blood in the same manner he could control his own. Through researching and testing his gifts over and over, Vincent knows exactly what his talents can achieve. He can tear someone apart, remove all of their blood in a few seconds. He can make them freeze, make them move how he wishes, or crush their hearts. There is a variety of games Vincent can play. His manipulation of blood can also be a healing process, by ordering blood to clot immediately around wounds, or continue to flow even if the heart stops pumping.
History: Vincent was the product of an escort and a brutal customer. He was born into an alleyway, his mother kicked from her home in the brothel for being pregnant and therefore useless to them. Stuck in a world of disease, Vince almost didn't live, but his mother did everything in her power to make sure her son survived. She found a Noble family, paying the eldest son of the family to look after her child with her body. With that, Vincent had just enough to survive, he wasn't allowed amongst the Nobles, but his mother went there on occasion, coming back with food and money to keep them alive. But, one day she didn't come back, and Vince himself, being a bold and courageous little boy, went to find out why. Because his mother had been killed, a woman of her position wasn't worth being spared when the parents of the Noble boy found out about his 'dealings'. She was hung outside their home.
Vincent, found a love for the colour red that day. He also found out his innate magical qualities, as he used them slaughter the entire household. Guards came to apprehend the killer, only to find a boy of barely six, covered from head to toe in blood, laughing manically and swearing at the corpses. It took the lives of five guards before Vincent was subdued. He was a powerful entity, and for a Human, power usually turned the heads of those seeking to use it. However, unlike people in the past, whom Nobles had claimed, and used to make war, Vincent was too risky to be given that sort of deal. He was instead locked up, imprisoned by a law he himself had invented, allowing the for the capture of people with magic deemed risky to civilisation. Amusing that the law was only kept for a short while, since not long into his capture, a war broke out and those in power stopped caring about prisoners.
But during that time, Vincent found more of himself. More than the first for blood and killing. He found a lack of empathy towards others, no matter their stories, he found himself losing any sense of caring towards others, and he found a love for reading, and for poetry. He'd spent the time that the war raged above them making his way through the prison's stock of wardens, guards, and other prisoners. Vincent tested his magic on them, seeing how far he could go. He'd never escape, by that point, Vincent didn't see why life above ground was any better than down here. So, once the war ended, and the underground prison was checked on, Vincent was discovered reading in his cell, with every other living being in the prison dead, some for years.
Vincent was carefully moved to Baransu prison, where he remained for the next eighteen years, being sent into complete confinement, arms strapped together, mask over his face. He went truly insane, during his time there, but his passion for killing only grew, the same way a craving only got worse the longer it was stretched out for. He was allowed to read, with someone 'volunteering' to hold a book by his prison bars, but beyond that, Vincent was given no rights, everyone was too afraid to attempt to give him any, in case of what he might do.
Then Baransu Tower fell, landing on the prison, crashing over Vincent's cell. It broke the doors apart, almost killing Vincent, if he wasn't an expert in keeping himself alive. Tearing apart his restraints, Vincent climbed his way out to admire the view. Baransu, a place he'd only seen briefly when his was taken to the prison. Now it was broken, and burnt to the ground, a delightful smell of roasting death in the air. Now Vincent's mind may have been lost years ago, but he knew not to stay and enjoy the scenery for too long. He took his chance, and ran. As Vincent ran, killing anyone around him, he had a revelation. He was free, he hadn't been free for twenty six years, and it felt beautiful. And in the chaos this world was left in, there was no one around to take Vince's freedom from him, and if they tried, he wasn't going to go easy anymore.
Free Item: The blood of his enemies.
OOC Name: Jazzy
Played By: Claire Standfield from Baccano!
