Post by Vyncent Schwarz on Jan 20, 2008 14:30:10 GMT -5
Name: Vyncent Schwarz
Aliases: Vyncent of the Black Flame, Vynce (though he’s not a big fan of this nickname).
Age: Easily over a thousand, but he's thought to have been around since the Second Coming. However, he usually takes the form of a Human noble in his mid-twenties.
Race: High Demon; Fire Demon
Gender: Male
Occupation/Class: He dresses as a noble, so he's often mistaken for one by people who haven't heard of him (in Demia, these are few) but he's more of a wandering outlaw.
Orientation: Although he likes to think of himself as somewhat of a ladies' man, he's not really picky in this area. So I'd say bisexual.
Physical Description:
Vyncent stands at about 5'10 with a slender, loping build, his posture often relaxed, even when angry. His hair is silvery in colour and falls past his shoulders in straight layers... that is, until it gets wet. But then you don't get a very happy fire demon anyway. His eyes are the strong, crimson red of blood and seem cold and cruel even at a first glance; but those who are brave (and perhaps foolish) enough to hold his stare might see the glitter of something more malicious behind them, some terrible sort of glee. His skin is pale and unblemished, his features strong and angular, and yet they betray an almost feminine beauty about them.
Then, of course, there are the fangs. These are one of the only signs of his true heritage, although by the time you are able to see them he's giving that debonair grin of his, and that's probably going to be the last thing you ever see.
With regard to clothing, Vyncent tends to favour the attire of a noble; appearance is everything to him anyway, but it’s also a vital part in maintaining his façade. He's usually found in a white silk shirt, laced around the cuffs with a loose collar and a deep red noble-man's coat, which he leaves unbuckled. His breeches are of a fine black material, tucked neatly into calf-high leather boots. His left ear is pierced with a ruby stud, and on the middle finger of his right hand he wears a black gem-stone ring, which he rarely removes.
(I have no idea where this came from, so I can’t really give a face claim. :L)
Personality Description:
Ooh, well. Vyncent is rather a paradox really; I suppose you could say he topples on the edge of having a split personality. Most of the time he comes across as suave and charming, as though he was putting on a show for an audience (he can even appear kind of cheerful sometimes). He can be eccentric to the point that people may take him for a fool, when the reality is that they’d be playing right into his hands, making him manipulative and calculating to say the least.
This is all well and good until he loses his temper, which happens at the drop of a hat, and on a very regular basis. Vyncent has an explosive temper, and as soon as he gets into a rage he stops 'putting on the show' and indiscriminately destroys anything that takes his fancy; people, buildings and foliage are all at risk of becoming collateral damage. Of course, this doesn't mean he only destroys when he's angry – he’s hot-headed even without giving into one of his rages, and is often grouchy or sarcastic without reason and notoriously difficult to be around. He swings from the extremes of quiet and thoughtful to loud and vibrant in mere seconds, and can easily be serious whilst maintaining a playful demeanour.
In a nutshell, he's constantly on a seesaw, and he'd just as soon pat your head as he would rip it off your shoulders.
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
History:
Born over a thousand years ago in Avalas, Vyncent’s youth revolved around the years after the Second Coming, Syrunn’s recovery and the restoration of all that was law and order. Not much is known about his father, merely that he was a powerful demon originating from the neighbouring kingdom of Märmosia and that he had perished before Vyncent’s birth. His mother had thought it proper that her son retain part of his Märmosian heritage, which shows itself in his very name, and people are often shocked at his curt Avalan accent. That is, when he rarely decides to indulge them and use words opposed to violence.
Needless to say, Vyncent was brought up in the shadow of Umbra’s failure, of what had been lost for the demon race. It was from this that he formed his first raw objective – to become as powerful as possible, and hope to evoke the same level of fear and despair as that of the Arch Demons, such as the mighty Yenboken, or the vehement Ryu-kii, so that when, in the distant future a Third Coming of Umbra may arise, he would be ready and willing to assist in the calamity.
It was from this primary incentive that he took to scouring Demia in his search for power, finding and obtaining it where he could and reducing the sources of such power to ashes. What began by levelling villages to the ground eventually found him razing entire cities in his thirst for death and misery. It was only when he turned his destructive hand to Avalas’ capital, Cressa, that some resistance finally caught up with him. Not in a particularly patient mood, the young Vyncent took to expending all of his energy to dispose of the forces, and found himself defenceless when they proved stronger than he’d anticipated. Out of options, he fled Avalas to go into hiding, his pride in tatters and a cutting anger tearing him up inside.
At this point he takes a leap of absence in history of about half a century, during which time he becomes more like the Vyncent his personality portrays – cunning, eccentric, often confusing, and very, very dangerous. Within this period he did a lot of soul searching, firstly concerning his motivation behind trying to obtain so much power in the first place. He came to suppose, after a lot of thought, that none of the inclinations were his own, that he was a mere blind servant. There was no real reason why he should be subordinate to anyone, even Umbra! Why couldn’t he pursue his own path, carved from his own brand of destruction? In a moment of sudden epiphany, he decided that he very well could do what he liked (there wasn’t anyone to stop him, after all), and until the Third Coming, if there ever was one, he needn’t worry that much about consequences. It was also in this time that he began to master the arts of the Arcane and Shadow magic, suggesting that he had access to a lot of knowledge and several teachers, considering that he was quite experienced in these arts by the time he came back onto the scene.
And so, somewhat demurely, he began to reappear in the realm of Demia, his pride and confidence restored to their typically high degrees. He was much less interested in the obligations of whatever it was that demons were supposed to be working towards, however, turning his attentions this time to theatre, leisure and the ‘high life’, as he would put it. His slaughter, though still as conspicuous as always was on a much lower scale, which is how the bounty came to be put over his head. It was only natural that he would begin to gain a reputation for his needless torture and fiery disposition, and he eventually found himself approached by the renowned Cult of Umbra who, of course, still felt as though his loyalties should lay with them and their kind, unaware of his less than subtle change of heart.
The Grand Cleric offered a gift in exchange for his membership and commitment; a semi sapient ebony bladed rapier forged from the souls of demons. Although he had no interest in joining the Cult, Vyncent accepted this sword quite happily with many kind words, though he expressed his appreciation with a rather… blunt refusal. It’s easiest just to say it ended with him fleeing the scene, leaving a trail of ebon flames and utter demolition in his wake. He’s unsure of the Cult’s reaction to this; he no longer stays in the same place long enough to let them catch up and find out. All he knows is that they obviously didn’t take the refusal (or the theft) too well. And he doesn’t particularly fancy meeting them to discuss the matter.
And that brings us practically to the present. While ultimately still looking to carve his own path of devastation and carnage, Vyncent currently prefers to roam around Demia, pursuing anything that catches his interest. He has had many encounters through the decades, most of them bad, but none was as disastrous as the meeting with a fellow fire demon, Altair De Vaux. Not much is known about their history, only that Vyncent has developed a particular kind of abhorrence for the wretch.
His latest exploits have found him in many obscure situations, each even stranger than the last. He briefly obtained a protégé by name of Etoile (Altair’s daughter, ironically), with whom his relationship is versatile ranging somewhere between mild affection, tolerance, and utter loathing, but his current companion is that of a wild, unstable shape-shifter named Evelyn. Due to circumstances far beyond what Vyncent would like to call ‘normal’, he found himself paired with the shifter for what could possibly be a very long time and, ashamedly, he has grown rather attached to her. To this day, she is one of the only things that could be used as a (possible) leverage over him.
Likes/Dislikes:
First and foremost, he likes... no, loves himself. Although he doesn't openly brag about himself (often), his mere demeanour betrays his egotism. Also on the list of likes are culture, with theatre and music at the top of the list, and also heat, sex, gambling, power and obviously, destruction.
He dislikes all things tranquil or bland, and doesn’t care for mortals at all, especially children, but he has a particular hatred for water, the cold (being a fire demon) and dirt. Well, not dirt in general, dirt on his clothes etc. He's a bit of a clean freak about that, and really hates it when people get their blood on him.
Strengths:
Vyncent possesses all of the expected strengths of a demon of his rank; enhanced senses, speed, strength and agility far beyond that of a mortal and immunity to most natural poisons. He is also an accomplished spell caster, especially in Arcane and Shadow magic, and also an excellent swordsman, preferring to call himself a fencer since he uses a rapier. His mental strengths mostly embody his determination and sheer bloody mindedness, as well as his flair for the dramatic and his cunning in dire situations.
Weaknesses:
His weaknesses are both mental and physical. He can't touch silver or any form of crucifix and, thanks to his tendency to use far too much energy and his strangely small appetite, he needs a lot of sleep. He also has an aversion to water – one might even call it a fear since he can’t swim (the idea is ludicrous to him), and a similar loathing of the cold. He hates the winter, for example, and extremely cold temperatures can be lethal to him. His other weaknesses include his love of gambling, as he can easily be drawn into a bet or a dare, and, peculiarly, money. He's been around long enough to know that the most discreet way to get power is by having a lot of money, and it is said that he won't refuse a bribe... it just depends on how much that bribe is.
Weapons/Armour/Magic:
He carries with him only one weapon; the black bladed rapier with its engraved pommel, which he refers to as his 'Amor'. He received this weapon as a gift from the Grand Cleric, managing to hide it away before his rather (un)gracious refusal to join the Cult. The sword has several properties, some of which even Vyncent doesn’t know, but the most prominent is its ability to drink the soul of the heart it pierces. As has been mentioned before, he is experienced with Arcane and Shadow magic, but he also possesses the natural ability to call fire to his fingertips. He wears little to no armour apart from his clothing, preferring to keep his defences more magical than physical.
Other: He has a fairly impressive price on his head, along with being wanted dead or alive throughout all of Demia: 500 000 gold coins. He’s fairly gifted at avoiding the law thus far, though that’s probably due to the fact that most forms of authority end up annihilated around him. He’s also left handed, if that counts as an ‘other’.
RP Sample:
The sun had dipped down low below the horizon, bathing the village in its angry red glow. The bloody disc of light reflected in his eyes; eyes as calm and deep as the horizon as he turned with the grace of a dancer to rest his blade on the throat of a villager, who froze as the cold metal seared against his skin.
Vyncent had flown into one of his infamous rages, and there was little to nothing left of the village he'd visited only a few hours before; nothing but the gaunt skeletons of charred buildings and the flickering of ink black fire as it crawled hungrily over the corpses of the fallen. He lifted his gaze to the horrified man to give an unwavering stare, eyes narrowing just that little bit as his mouth curled into a sneer. "It's funny, really..." he crooned with a voice as soft as velvet, turning the sword so that the edge of the blade rested against skin glistening with sweat.
A heated breeze lifted the tips of his hair from around his shoulders, and made his coat fan out behind him delicately. "Funny..." he continued, breaking into soft, melodious laughter, "How everything can change so quickly."
The man had barely enough time to throw the high demon a rather puzzled expression, before his face contorted into a mask of agony and blood gushed from the tear in his throat, speckling Vyncent's face with dots of crimson. He continued to laugh even as the villager crumpled, lowering the rapier to his side and sighing contently. Then, slowly he turned his head to examine his shirt, now blemished with patches of scarlet and frowned.
"Why do they always bleed at me? Can't you learn to die less messily? Geez." he kicked the body of the fallen villager, irritated.
Aliases: Vyncent of the Black Flame, Vynce (though he’s not a big fan of this nickname).
Age: Easily over a thousand, but he's thought to have been around since the Second Coming. However, he usually takes the form of a Human noble in his mid-twenties.
Race: High Demon; Fire Demon
Gender: Male
Occupation/Class: He dresses as a noble, so he's often mistaken for one by people who haven't heard of him (in Demia, these are few) but he's more of a wandering outlaw.
Orientation: Although he likes to think of himself as somewhat of a ladies' man, he's not really picky in this area. So I'd say bisexual.
Physical Description:
Vyncent stands at about 5'10 with a slender, loping build, his posture often relaxed, even when angry. His hair is silvery in colour and falls past his shoulders in straight layers... that is, until it gets wet. But then you don't get a very happy fire demon anyway. His eyes are the strong, crimson red of blood and seem cold and cruel even at a first glance; but those who are brave (and perhaps foolish) enough to hold his stare might see the glitter of something more malicious behind them, some terrible sort of glee. His skin is pale and unblemished, his features strong and angular, and yet they betray an almost feminine beauty about them.
Then, of course, there are the fangs. These are one of the only signs of his true heritage, although by the time you are able to see them he's giving that debonair grin of his, and that's probably going to be the last thing you ever see.
With regard to clothing, Vyncent tends to favour the attire of a noble; appearance is everything to him anyway, but it’s also a vital part in maintaining his façade. He's usually found in a white silk shirt, laced around the cuffs with a loose collar and a deep red noble-man's coat, which he leaves unbuckled. His breeches are of a fine black material, tucked neatly into calf-high leather boots. His left ear is pierced with a ruby stud, and on the middle finger of his right hand he wears a black gem-stone ring, which he rarely removes.
(I have no idea where this came from, so I can’t really give a face claim. :L)
Personality Description:
Ooh, well. Vyncent is rather a paradox really; I suppose you could say he topples on the edge of having a split personality. Most of the time he comes across as suave and charming, as though he was putting on a show for an audience (he can even appear kind of cheerful sometimes). He can be eccentric to the point that people may take him for a fool, when the reality is that they’d be playing right into his hands, making him manipulative and calculating to say the least.
This is all well and good until he loses his temper, which happens at the drop of a hat, and on a very regular basis. Vyncent has an explosive temper, and as soon as he gets into a rage he stops 'putting on the show' and indiscriminately destroys anything that takes his fancy; people, buildings and foliage are all at risk of becoming collateral damage. Of course, this doesn't mean he only destroys when he's angry – he’s hot-headed even without giving into one of his rages, and is often grouchy or sarcastic without reason and notoriously difficult to be around. He swings from the extremes of quiet and thoughtful to loud and vibrant in mere seconds, and can easily be serious whilst maintaining a playful demeanour.
In a nutshell, he's constantly on a seesaw, and he'd just as soon pat your head as he would rip it off your shoulders.
Alignment: Chaotic Evil
History:
Born over a thousand years ago in Avalas, Vyncent’s youth revolved around the years after the Second Coming, Syrunn’s recovery and the restoration of all that was law and order. Not much is known about his father, merely that he was a powerful demon originating from the neighbouring kingdom of Märmosia and that he had perished before Vyncent’s birth. His mother had thought it proper that her son retain part of his Märmosian heritage, which shows itself in his very name, and people are often shocked at his curt Avalan accent. That is, when he rarely decides to indulge them and use words opposed to violence.
Needless to say, Vyncent was brought up in the shadow of Umbra’s failure, of what had been lost for the demon race. It was from this that he formed his first raw objective – to become as powerful as possible, and hope to evoke the same level of fear and despair as that of the Arch Demons, such as the mighty Yenboken, or the vehement Ryu-kii, so that when, in the distant future a Third Coming of Umbra may arise, he would be ready and willing to assist in the calamity.
It was from this primary incentive that he took to scouring Demia in his search for power, finding and obtaining it where he could and reducing the sources of such power to ashes. What began by levelling villages to the ground eventually found him razing entire cities in his thirst for death and misery. It was only when he turned his destructive hand to Avalas’ capital, Cressa, that some resistance finally caught up with him. Not in a particularly patient mood, the young Vyncent took to expending all of his energy to dispose of the forces, and found himself defenceless when they proved stronger than he’d anticipated. Out of options, he fled Avalas to go into hiding, his pride in tatters and a cutting anger tearing him up inside.
At this point he takes a leap of absence in history of about half a century, during which time he becomes more like the Vyncent his personality portrays – cunning, eccentric, often confusing, and very, very dangerous. Within this period he did a lot of soul searching, firstly concerning his motivation behind trying to obtain so much power in the first place. He came to suppose, after a lot of thought, that none of the inclinations were his own, that he was a mere blind servant. There was no real reason why he should be subordinate to anyone, even Umbra! Why couldn’t he pursue his own path, carved from his own brand of destruction? In a moment of sudden epiphany, he decided that he very well could do what he liked (there wasn’t anyone to stop him, after all), and until the Third Coming, if there ever was one, he needn’t worry that much about consequences. It was also in this time that he began to master the arts of the Arcane and Shadow magic, suggesting that he had access to a lot of knowledge and several teachers, considering that he was quite experienced in these arts by the time he came back onto the scene.
And so, somewhat demurely, he began to reappear in the realm of Demia, his pride and confidence restored to their typically high degrees. He was much less interested in the obligations of whatever it was that demons were supposed to be working towards, however, turning his attentions this time to theatre, leisure and the ‘high life’, as he would put it. His slaughter, though still as conspicuous as always was on a much lower scale, which is how the bounty came to be put over his head. It was only natural that he would begin to gain a reputation for his needless torture and fiery disposition, and he eventually found himself approached by the renowned Cult of Umbra who, of course, still felt as though his loyalties should lay with them and their kind, unaware of his less than subtle change of heart.
The Grand Cleric offered a gift in exchange for his membership and commitment; a semi sapient ebony bladed rapier forged from the souls of demons. Although he had no interest in joining the Cult, Vyncent accepted this sword quite happily with many kind words, though he expressed his appreciation with a rather… blunt refusal. It’s easiest just to say it ended with him fleeing the scene, leaving a trail of ebon flames and utter demolition in his wake. He’s unsure of the Cult’s reaction to this; he no longer stays in the same place long enough to let them catch up and find out. All he knows is that they obviously didn’t take the refusal (or the theft) too well. And he doesn’t particularly fancy meeting them to discuss the matter.
And that brings us practically to the present. While ultimately still looking to carve his own path of devastation and carnage, Vyncent currently prefers to roam around Demia, pursuing anything that catches his interest. He has had many encounters through the decades, most of them bad, but none was as disastrous as the meeting with a fellow fire demon, Altair De Vaux. Not much is known about their history, only that Vyncent has developed a particular kind of abhorrence for the wretch.
His latest exploits have found him in many obscure situations, each even stranger than the last. He briefly obtained a protégé by name of Etoile (Altair’s daughter, ironically), with whom his relationship is versatile ranging somewhere between mild affection, tolerance, and utter loathing, but his current companion is that of a wild, unstable shape-shifter named Evelyn. Due to circumstances far beyond what Vyncent would like to call ‘normal’, he found himself paired with the shifter for what could possibly be a very long time and, ashamedly, he has grown rather attached to her. To this day, she is one of the only things that could be used as a (possible) leverage over him.
Likes/Dislikes:
First and foremost, he likes... no, loves himself. Although he doesn't openly brag about himself (often), his mere demeanour betrays his egotism. Also on the list of likes are culture, with theatre and music at the top of the list, and also heat, sex, gambling, power and obviously, destruction.
He dislikes all things tranquil or bland, and doesn’t care for mortals at all, especially children, but he has a particular hatred for water, the cold (being a fire demon) and dirt. Well, not dirt in general, dirt on his clothes etc. He's a bit of a clean freak about that, and really hates it when people get their blood on him.
Strengths:
Vyncent possesses all of the expected strengths of a demon of his rank; enhanced senses, speed, strength and agility far beyond that of a mortal and immunity to most natural poisons. He is also an accomplished spell caster, especially in Arcane and Shadow magic, and also an excellent swordsman, preferring to call himself a fencer since he uses a rapier. His mental strengths mostly embody his determination and sheer bloody mindedness, as well as his flair for the dramatic and his cunning in dire situations.
Weaknesses:
His weaknesses are both mental and physical. He can't touch silver or any form of crucifix and, thanks to his tendency to use far too much energy and his strangely small appetite, he needs a lot of sleep. He also has an aversion to water – one might even call it a fear since he can’t swim (the idea is ludicrous to him), and a similar loathing of the cold. He hates the winter, for example, and extremely cold temperatures can be lethal to him. His other weaknesses include his love of gambling, as he can easily be drawn into a bet or a dare, and, peculiarly, money. He's been around long enough to know that the most discreet way to get power is by having a lot of money, and it is said that he won't refuse a bribe... it just depends on how much that bribe is.
Weapons/Armour/Magic:
He carries with him only one weapon; the black bladed rapier with its engraved pommel, which he refers to as his 'Amor'. He received this weapon as a gift from the Grand Cleric, managing to hide it away before his rather (un)gracious refusal to join the Cult. The sword has several properties, some of which even Vyncent doesn’t know, but the most prominent is its ability to drink the soul of the heart it pierces. As has been mentioned before, he is experienced with Arcane and Shadow magic, but he also possesses the natural ability to call fire to his fingertips. He wears little to no armour apart from his clothing, preferring to keep his defences more magical than physical.
Other: He has a fairly impressive price on his head, along with being wanted dead or alive throughout all of Demia: 500 000 gold coins. He’s fairly gifted at avoiding the law thus far, though that’s probably due to the fact that most forms of authority end up annihilated around him. He’s also left handed, if that counts as an ‘other’.
RP Sample:
The sun had dipped down low below the horizon, bathing the village in its angry red glow. The bloody disc of light reflected in his eyes; eyes as calm and deep as the horizon as he turned with the grace of a dancer to rest his blade on the throat of a villager, who froze as the cold metal seared against his skin.
Vyncent had flown into one of his infamous rages, and there was little to nothing left of the village he'd visited only a few hours before; nothing but the gaunt skeletons of charred buildings and the flickering of ink black fire as it crawled hungrily over the corpses of the fallen. He lifted his gaze to the horrified man to give an unwavering stare, eyes narrowing just that little bit as his mouth curled into a sneer. "It's funny, really..." he crooned with a voice as soft as velvet, turning the sword so that the edge of the blade rested against skin glistening with sweat.
A heated breeze lifted the tips of his hair from around his shoulders, and made his coat fan out behind him delicately. "Funny..." he continued, breaking into soft, melodious laughter, "How everything can change so quickly."
The man had barely enough time to throw the high demon a rather puzzled expression, before his face contorted into a mask of agony and blood gushed from the tear in his throat, speckling Vyncent's face with dots of crimson. He continued to laugh even as the villager crumpled, lowering the rapier to his side and sighing contently. Then, slowly he turned his head to examine his shirt, now blemished with patches of scarlet and frowned.
"Why do they always bleed at me? Can't you learn to die less messily? Geez." he kicked the body of the fallen villager, irritated.
