Post by Vincent Valentine on Nov 7, 2010 1:30:24 GMT -5
Vincent
Inside of the sudden light I awaken
In the middle of the night
No matter what the time
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FULL NAME:
Vincent Valentine
NICKNAME(S):
Vince/Vinnie
AGE:
27 years of age physically, but really 53.
REVIVAL:
3 months
HOME WORLD:
Final Fantasy VII, Gaia
ALIGNMENT:
Light
JOB:
Sculptor/ Part-time Student
CLASS:
History/the Arts
SCHOOL RANK:
Freshman
DISTRICT:
District of Strings
APARTMENT NUMBER:
# 572
I`m just alone
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APPEARANCE:
Everything about him is distinguishable, and very unforgettable. There is no denying the fact that, as much as he looks to be a Human being, there is a feeling about him that makes him feel not to be so. Of course, one might assume this correctly, as Chaos rules inside him, but mostly, it is about the eyes that catch and intimidate one’s perspective. Piercing, ruby orbs see and judge – the very colour of it make him appear very non-human, resulting, for a small reason, as to why people seem to be frightened by him. Though his height (6’) is very normal, it adds the affect of him being very brooding, and is often one of the factors as to why eyes prolong their staring towards the mysterious man. Underneath all the coverings, his build is very much muscular and in shape, though most of his body is discorted, due to the experiments and Demon infusions and what nots.
PERSONALITY:
Though very much a gentleman, it is rare to find him approaching a character, and making conversation with them. Set aside the cold, hard shell, Vincent carries with him, a lot of unspoken mysteries and burdens – secrets that weigh on his nature and personality the most. He tends to brood over about the past, though not so much to the point where he is left in the corner, swaying in a huddled form.
He is gentle at heart, despite the cold personality. And he tends to seen by himself, wherever he may go. Smiles are rare to be seen plastered on his face – and only the oddest and surprising moments obtain this from him. Most often than not, his lips are seen shut together, but when he talks, it is usually for something important.
BIOGRAPHY:
Much of Vincent’s past is hidden, blurry, undetermined. Even those whom he acquainted himself with do not know entirely his past. As his nature is aloof and mysterious, so is his past. However, the following information is as far as most have gathered, and hopefully will be useful enough to get a clear picture about the events that lead to Vincent’s current state.
October 13:
• Wake of Vincent Valentine, born to Grimoire Valentine and his wife.
Following years:
• Vincent decides to work for Shinra, under the category “Department of Administrative Research” aka the Turks.
• His father dies in a tragic lab accident.
• He gets assigned to protect a scientist working on the Jenova Project. Lucrecia Crescent, having found out that he was to be the assigned body guard, was reluctant at first – she had been linked to Grimoire’s death. But somehow, they managed to create a close relationship with one another, Vincent falling in love with her. Upon discovering this guilt, Lucrecia distanced herself from him then, ending up with Professor Hojo, an associate scientist. She then ends up pregnant, the fetus being a factor (test subject) for the Jenova Project – by Hojo’s planning, of course. Having no objections, Lucrecia went ahead with the testing, becoming very ill and having frequent faints. Livid, Vincent confronts Hojo, ending up getting killed by getting shot on the chest. The scientist then proceeds with experimenting with his body, reanimating Vincent’s body. Though ultimately ceases Vincent’s aging, and making better his body in a more powerful form, the experiment was looking to fail – even half-alive, Vincent still lay in a comma-like state.
• In desperation, Lucrecia infuses Vincent’s body with Chaos-taint Mako, amazingly succeeding, resulting for Chaos to be able to manifest inside Vincent. Untamed, she then proceeds to place the Protomateria (a discovery made by Grimoire, with Chaos) inside Vincent, so as to let him get some degree of control over Chaos.
• Soon after, Lucrecia disappears – leaving Vincent to atone his wrongdoings, in the form of locking himself in a coffin to sleep, undisturbed from the World.
Cloud’s finding[/b]
• Many years pass before Vincent’s slumber is disturbed once more, this time by the form of a three-party group, with Cloud Strife as the leader. After much talk, he decides to join their quest, in hope of redeeming himself. And to claim revenge to the one who took his love away from him.
After two years[/b]
• Vincent makes an appearance in another mission, wherein the Remenants of Sephiroth are trying to gain control of the World – trying to make Sephiroth appear once more. After much fights and guidance, the matter was suppressed, once again ending with more blessings.
Another year passes …[/b]
• Vincent is called to make an appearance once more, when the mysterious group called Deepground makes an image, attacking people all around the World. Through investigation, they find that this organization was trying to awaken the final Weapon, Omega. And after many series of events, the end is written, in the form of Vincent finally able to make amends and forgives himself.
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• 3 months ago[/b]
How was this possible? This weakness weighing him down, this suffocation sucking him in? Rubies burned with frustration, the bent figure stalling for time. All around him, monsters of all shapes and sizes growled and snapped, some lying still on the ground. In his haste, he had gone to hide in the sacred cave, dazed and at a loss of thought with the situation rolling to him. He had on them having such strong tracking abilities. No voice of panic rolled from his tongue, no shouts of alarm or cries of agony or pain spoke out from his mouth. He simply leaned against the wall, his shooting hand injured.
He took a long look on each and every one of the glaring eyes blazing at him. There was no denying the quick escape he could take, flying out of their like a rogue assassin. He would be able to elude their attacks, read their move, see what lies inside them. He took a deep breath. The thing was, Fate was simply going to have its way with him. Immortality was the only end he was going to take anyway – what was this event, but a simple detour?
Suddenly, the whole ground began to shake. The beasts roared, leaping in panic and anger.
Something must’ve triggered from the outside, he thought, ignoring the searing pain.
A smile made its way to his lips, his eyes shutting. Something pulled at him, the floor giving way.
***
He stirred, hearing only his heartbeat. The searing sound still pierced through his ears, as if he was still passing the Void. Except this time, he was somewhere warm.
With voices to accompany him.
He lay on his side on marble floor, its smoothness caressing his
pale cheek. With much appreciation to the floor, he opened his mouth to speak, finding that he was able to breathe again. At that moment, he opened his eyes, finding himself positioned next to a glowing crystal, its light blinding his sight. Blinking a couple of times, his vision started to clear once more, adjusting to the
brightness of everything around him.
Still alive after all, Vincent …
Once that was established, he started to move his body, finding no pain flaring his veins. His red eyes narrowed as he sat up, finding himself in the company of four beings, situated around the vast room. He felt all eyes on him, but he made no notion of acknowledging them, instead checking that his figure was still intact (incredibly, no wounds nor bruises were to be seen on him, not even scratches on his clothing), and slowly pulling himself up to his feet.
“We need you.”
He let out a heavy breath, his eyes rounding towards the faces.
“Is that why I’m still alive?”
“You cannot die.”
He turned his attention to the crystal, averting the eyes.
“Will you answer the call?”
“Do I have a choice?”
• 2 months and 2 weeks ago[/b]
Two weeks after the deliberation for his allegiance, he roamed the city, finding strange hospitality among the community. Not until he came to the fields, did his permanent spring start happen. Two children had wandered off on their own, and had gotten lost in the process. He then told them that they may accompany him, if they answer his questions. They did so, and in return, they found out that he was a wandered without much of a home. Siblings they were, and generously offered their house for him to stay, in the District of Strings, as it was called. Though at first the parents refused, they finally decided to let him stay down the basement. A month took him to familiarize the area, to learn the basics about the world of Symphony.
He soon was appointed a sort of guard for the two young children, and that was when he found a place called the Sanctuary, a learning place of all subjects. Within that time, the parents found sympathy and gave him some money, enabling him to get a place of his own. Becoming a sculptor was quickly found to be an odd interest before his eyes, as he saw some displays and such along the streets. One such sculptor saw his interest, and asked if he wanted to learn. Ever since then, he has been making a reasonable amount of salary by the things he produced. This then enabled him to enroll as a part time student in the Sanctuary, into two subjects – History and the Arts. Never seeing the use for learning music magic, he left that area well alone.
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Destiny forgotten,
SKILL(S):
Vincent, having been a Turk, is very-well accomplished with his tactical and combatant specialties. Very subtle and decisive, with his form now, he is able to fly and elude most attacks. He is also quite adept in deception and logic, able to pinpoint and examine quick-time situations.
POWER(S):
He has the ability to change into four different beast-like forms, each depending on the range of danger and threat.
- Galian Beast
- Death Gigas
- Hell Masker
- Chaos
WEAPON(S):
He is a specialist in terms of firearms, and has had a series of very powerful ones. Currently, he is holding two of which he is very notorious for using – the Death Penalty, and Cerberus, a revolver consisting of three barrels.
Even though I kept going.
CHARACTER THEME SONG(S):
Pretend - Secondhand Serenade
FACE CLAIM:
Final Fantasy VII -Vincent Valentine
OoC NAME:
Hiabuus
HOW'D YOU FIND US?
Umm … BehindxThexMask.
PASSWORDS:
Blocked
ROLEPLAY SAMPLE:
The reaching arms of the light form the horizon slowly reached its way to him, its glow prickling on the darkness of the night. Dawn was upon him, another breath of air that told of new images, new people, new knowledge. His figure, occupying the whole window sill, was up and ready, his eyes studying intently the sketches of the streets below. A few moving figures still bustled the streets, out and about. The chill of the early morning breezed through him, caressing his pale cheeks. Another day was to pass, another day to create and make sense, to seek and find. Another day in the World where sure was unsure, his memory trying to rack and find that information. The stilling moment of the event that happened a year ago still stuck clear to his mind, but it was useless. Its definition was what he sought for, the reason as to why it happened to him.
The golden metal claw glinted towards him, making the rubies shift their attention to it. He moved it about, flexing it, studying it. Faces appeared, laughter rang, voices spoke. His frown deepened, his lips cutting to a line. Inside the dark room, silence ruled, its authority to be obeyed. The apartment, as habitable, furnished and comfortable as it was, was occupied with the one man. And that one man happened to be just him, just him.
Once again.
In his moment of quiet, he slowly closed his eyes, a surprising smile curving on the corner of his lips as he heard Marlene’s demands, the laughter of Yuffie, the insults of Barret. He saw Cloud’s eyes, saw the way they spoke to him, the way he used to speak to the world. Reluctant, reclusive, unforgiving to bind himself to himself. The moment was to pass, and only then was he able to regain the present.
The present he was still questioning.
