Post by Vincent nó Gentian(D) on Aug 21, 2007 23:43:50 GMT -5
Name: Vincent nó Gentian
Age: 19
Race: D'Angline
Gender: Male
Appearance: At a slender 6' 0 Vincent is hard to miss, even among his peers. His hair radiates a brilliant white, akin to wizened old men. Shoulder length and curly, it is either left to frame his face like a lion's mane, or held back in a tight ponytail, bursting from the tie. And also like old men, his hazel eyes contain a placid calm that usually comes with age. However, these are shown in contrast to his still youthful figure, nearly filling out his frame. Prone to spend time indoors, and often seen with a hooded cloak, Vincent teeters on the pale side. His face is still boyish in nature, with barely a strong jawline. His smile is pleasant enough, though rarely shows it. Vincent usually has a expression of neutrality, or one of mild pity that seems to serve him well in this case, giving him a distinct aura of mystery.
History: Vincent grew up as Vincent Deveroix, third son born to the family. It seemed tragedy was destined for the family, and Vincent was not exempt. Growing up around mostly his younger sister Julie and older brother Leo. They would often play exhaustive games around the orchard, where Vincent was more inclined to sit under the trees and dream and watch. More than a few times, Vincent dreamed strange dreams of events that would happen, sometimes good, sometimes bad, but mostly indifferent. He usually kept his strange thoughts to himself, unsure about them, and they never seemed to significant. His oldest brother Kendrick seemed to be content, and had a level head, knowing what his future would be like. The others seemed carefree that it didn't matter to them, but Vincent always wondered what he would do with himself.
On such a thought, Vincent was taken by his mother to the temple of Naamah, on a curiosity of his part. Vincent immediately became excited by the servants, and perhaps becoming one. It was a goal he'd been looking for, and was elated. However, that joy was cut short on the return to the estate when the carriage was attacked by bandits. Vincent was saved by the retainers, but not before seeing a crossbow bolt strike his mother in the neck, killing her. For the longest time, Vincent would scream in his sleep seeing the image of his dying mother, and more than one occasion dreamed himself in his mothers body, seeing his own terrified face. It got so bad that eventually they had to resort to Opium to calm him during the nights. The apparent lack of sleep, stress, and drug was strong enough to bleach his hair, and as it grew in, remained white, and no longer his curly black. It also seemed to give his dreams more vivid reality, and more and more started to see things come to pass. He didn't tell his siblings though, he didn't want to worry them any more than he already did.
Nonetheless, Vincent remained adamant about his goal, and turning ten, dedicated himself to Naamah's service. Initially, Vincent appeared to be the perfect candidate for Cereus house. Young, quiet, and pale, he would have been taken in lovingly. But his gaze was cold and unwavering, which contrasted with the rest of his demeanor. Frailty he did not demonstrate, and the Dowayne knew this. Calling for him to be shown to the other Houses, it became clear that there was only one place for Vincent. He spoke with a reverence that belied his age, and the seers of Gentian noted it immediately. A Marque was established as Vincent bid farewell to his father and siblings to be fostered in Gentian house.
Like any fosterling, he was trained in all the pleasantries of a servant until the age of sixteen. At his debut, he preformed admirable well, and was highly critiqued, again for his peculiar appearance and equally mysterious behavior. And it was there that he discovered the depths of his ability, seeing into a persons greatest fear or torment while they were brought to their greatest joy. Through there dreams, Vincent was able to study the path of a person's soul better than any other way. It served him well on acquiring a good many patrons since then. However, his Marque grew slowly. It wasn't that he wasn't good at his trade, far from it, for he had time to practice. It was the fact that the patrons that sought his skills of vision and understanding were often disheartened by what was revealed to them; for Vincent didn't mince words, or break things gently, and more often than not saw things that others wish remained secret, or remember. There is Love in truth, Vincent believed.
With only a half of his marquee complete, Vincent takes his progress in strides. He seems to be the only person undisturbed by his position. He takes no glee in what he reveals to his patrons, but he feels no remorse either. He does it with compassion, pure and clean. He has always felt the need to tell the truth and soothe his patrons thoughts. Quiet but strongly spoken, when not entertaining patrons, Vincent spends his time wandering the Mount Nuit on occasion, delving into taverns and other busy areas. He does to for curiosity and wisdom, often setting himself apart, garbed in cloaked attire to not attract attention so that he may observe people undisturbed. Occasionally, he takes time in the opium rooms to relieve stress, and mediate on his thoughts.
Age: 19
Race: D'Angline
Gender: Male
Appearance: At a slender 6' 0 Vincent is hard to miss, even among his peers. His hair radiates a brilliant white, akin to wizened old men. Shoulder length and curly, it is either left to frame his face like a lion's mane, or held back in a tight ponytail, bursting from the tie. And also like old men, his hazel eyes contain a placid calm that usually comes with age. However, these are shown in contrast to his still youthful figure, nearly filling out his frame. Prone to spend time indoors, and often seen with a hooded cloak, Vincent teeters on the pale side. His face is still boyish in nature, with barely a strong jawline. His smile is pleasant enough, though rarely shows it. Vincent usually has a expression of neutrality, or one of mild pity that seems to serve him well in this case, giving him a distinct aura of mystery.
History: Vincent grew up as Vincent Deveroix, third son born to the family. It seemed tragedy was destined for the family, and Vincent was not exempt. Growing up around mostly his younger sister Julie and older brother Leo. They would often play exhaustive games around the orchard, where Vincent was more inclined to sit under the trees and dream and watch. More than a few times, Vincent dreamed strange dreams of events that would happen, sometimes good, sometimes bad, but mostly indifferent. He usually kept his strange thoughts to himself, unsure about them, and they never seemed to significant. His oldest brother Kendrick seemed to be content, and had a level head, knowing what his future would be like. The others seemed carefree that it didn't matter to them, but Vincent always wondered what he would do with himself.
On such a thought, Vincent was taken by his mother to the temple of Naamah, on a curiosity of his part. Vincent immediately became excited by the servants, and perhaps becoming one. It was a goal he'd been looking for, and was elated. However, that joy was cut short on the return to the estate when the carriage was attacked by bandits. Vincent was saved by the retainers, but not before seeing a crossbow bolt strike his mother in the neck, killing her. For the longest time, Vincent would scream in his sleep seeing the image of his dying mother, and more than one occasion dreamed himself in his mothers body, seeing his own terrified face. It got so bad that eventually they had to resort to Opium to calm him during the nights. The apparent lack of sleep, stress, and drug was strong enough to bleach his hair, and as it grew in, remained white, and no longer his curly black. It also seemed to give his dreams more vivid reality, and more and more started to see things come to pass. He didn't tell his siblings though, he didn't want to worry them any more than he already did.
Nonetheless, Vincent remained adamant about his goal, and turning ten, dedicated himself to Naamah's service. Initially, Vincent appeared to be the perfect candidate for Cereus house. Young, quiet, and pale, he would have been taken in lovingly. But his gaze was cold and unwavering, which contrasted with the rest of his demeanor. Frailty he did not demonstrate, and the Dowayne knew this. Calling for him to be shown to the other Houses, it became clear that there was only one place for Vincent. He spoke with a reverence that belied his age, and the seers of Gentian noted it immediately. A Marque was established as Vincent bid farewell to his father and siblings to be fostered in Gentian house.
Like any fosterling, he was trained in all the pleasantries of a servant until the age of sixteen. At his debut, he preformed admirable well, and was highly critiqued, again for his peculiar appearance and equally mysterious behavior. And it was there that he discovered the depths of his ability, seeing into a persons greatest fear or torment while they were brought to their greatest joy. Through there dreams, Vincent was able to study the path of a person's soul better than any other way. It served him well on acquiring a good many patrons since then. However, his Marque grew slowly. It wasn't that he wasn't good at his trade, far from it, for he had time to practice. It was the fact that the patrons that sought his skills of vision and understanding were often disheartened by what was revealed to them; for Vincent didn't mince words, or break things gently, and more often than not saw things that others wish remained secret, or remember. There is Love in truth, Vincent believed.
With only a half of his marquee complete, Vincent takes his progress in strides. He seems to be the only person undisturbed by his position. He takes no glee in what he reveals to his patrons, but he feels no remorse either. He does it with compassion, pure and clean. He has always felt the need to tell the truth and soothe his patrons thoughts. Quiet but strongly spoken, when not entertaining patrons, Vincent spends his time wandering the Mount Nuit on occasion, delving into taverns and other busy areas. He does to for curiosity and wisdom, often setting himself apart, garbed in cloaked attire to not attract attention so that he may observe people undisturbed. Occasionally, he takes time in the opium rooms to relieve stress, and mediate on his thoughts.