Number: 619
Type: Air
Gender: Male
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Age: 32
Appearance: Everyone's roughed up from life, Vincent just a little more so. Since he was young he had a knack for getting in fights and it earned him a vicious look. No matter what he does, whether it be growing his hair long or shaving it to the skin, he seems to be a daunting presence. His hands are covered in slight scars. He's fairly tall with a broad upper body.
Height: 6'
Weight: 196Lbs
Eye Color: Hazel
Notable Features: Horizontal scar along the bridge of his nose.
Personality: Though he comes off as rough around the edges, and make no mistake he is, Vincent nonetheless is a kind man to those whom he trusts. Frequently this number seems to be dwindling as he finds himself among mages for friends, but he attempts not to let this loss show. Under a stern veil he gripes with rage and sadness over the loss of his friends, but knows he can do little more than simply push forward. When stressed he is short, very commanding and has little patience for much. It may not seem possible with him, but Vincent is capable of a few good jokes, though this side isn't often seen except when he's at home.
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Powers: Air Manipulation
Weapon: Military issue assault rifle.
Personal History: Four at the time of introduction to the drug Vincent was a case wherein a childhood deformity was likely to claim his life. At first the administration of the drug yielded wondrous results allowing him to run and play again. Over time other effects began to materialize though it was rather well hidden by his family and the nature of them. It wasn't always believed that Vincent was the cause though it seemed in his early childhood that he could control, to some degree, the wind and the flow of it's current. He experimented with this; not truly understanding the repercussions that may come from a boy trying to fly himself with a homemade parachute injury was a given. In hindsight a broken ankle wasn't much.
With the introduction of the public ban of mages Vincent's life took a turn and he was taken in by those who would support him. His uncle had also been given the wonder drug and had reacted well enough. Despite never gaining any real elemental ability the man was still labeled as a mage and so hunted. Though his parents weren't particularly fond of sending away their child they had little choice in the matter as an ethnic cleansing was on the horizon. Safe in his uncles hands Vincent eluded arrest and ultimately execution until when the guild he and his uncle frequented was raided. Bloodshed followed and ultimately Vincent escaped beaten and broken but ultimately alone.
Scrapping by to survive he floated from guild to guild, attempting to broaden his understanding of the world and his new place in it. When in his adolescence he began to realize the true power he'd been gifted with Vincent began experimenting with it again. Already stronger than average he found his strikes naturally quicker, his strides greater, and his senses heightened. This resulted in finding himself in bouts of strength and ability with others. Most often in good sport it did surface outside of the norm as well. This also brought him to clash with government forces often enough that he managed to kill and loot the equipment of a few of them. Others saw such drastic measures as appalling, however, arming the feeble allowed Vincent to see a hope for mages.
With conditions worsening and mages turning against each other Vincent took to hunting himself. His targets were primarily those he could gain from and he made an effort to never blatantly kill anyone for the simple fact of it. Though it happened in few cases he attempted to avoid it in most cases, preferring to plunder rather than raid.
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