name.xx vincent dubois
alias. xx v
age. xx appears 34
pronouns. xx he/his
sexuality.xx top
species. xx human
practice. xx warlock
school. xx shadow magic
role. xx local shop owner
home. xx nightgrove
other. xx bodega in midgrasp
hex. xx #2A2A57
faceclaim. xx tom hardy
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charismatic || generous || observant || mindful || loyal || prudent || patient
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Most of his interactions with people arenāt longer than half an hour. There are some regulars who might come in multiple times a day and hang around, but itās not like heās hanging out with any of them in his off hours. Even so, heās a permanent fixture in a lot of peopleās lives. Sure they can go to a hardware shop for a hex tool or a grocery store for eggs - but most people didnāt mind paying the bit of mark up for the convenience of proximity. He relies on his regulars, always looked out for them because thatās how you get by in this world - together. For a lot of them he kept tabs they just paid when they remembered. Only a couple people ever took advantage of it, and the loss was never worth letting it damage the trust he had with his other regulars.
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school. shadow magic
familiar. permanent blue pittie pup named blue
Whatever deal Vincent made, it was so long ago he barely remembers it anymore. A part of him knows his debt will never be paid, that he chose this immortal tether. Ultimately he serves his patron, his instrument in this realm. He chooses not to practice openly, only using magic in dire situations or when compelled to do so.
Through shadow magic, he is able to use dark forces to influence and manipulate the material realm. While he has some destructive spells in his arsenal, Vincent prefers subtler methods of influence and manipulation. Through gentle telepathy, suggestive thoughts and influence he can gently guide people toward his needs. Though demonic connections aren't unusual in Pangaea, there is a stigma around it so he does not openly share with others his abilities.
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Many years ago, Vincent made a pact. He didnāt know at the time what he was agreeing to, but he always knew the cost would be steep. So much of his past is a blur. There are flashes, certain phrases that stick out - but he knows better than to try to pierce that veil. What he was allowed to remember was bad enough, he didnāt want to know what was locked away. As much as he tried to ignore it his dreams had a way of forcing him to confront his hidden memories.
When he thinks about it, he thinks heās been alive much longer than it would appear. Like he had lived many lives over. The innate knowledge that only seemed to surface when he needed it. People joke that heās a walking Elvens Almanac, always equipped with a bit of relevant information regardless of the topic.
Truly, heās a simple man. He works every day but the second and third Thursday of the month. He practically lives above his shop, only returning home when he needs to do laundry or if the shower in the loft is acting up. His entire life is that shop.
He wakes up, has his cup of coffee and sweeps the sidewalk with Blue. One of his regulars, a gnome named Kyle, is usually in right as the sun hits the curb. He eats his breakfast inside at one of the tables, hollering at Vincent through the propped open door. Vincent would just drink his coffee, smoke his cigarette watching the block as Kyle rambled for thirty minutes straight before he headed off to work.
Vincent liked the fresh air and would stand outside if no one was in the shop, usually with Blue napping on the stoop. He enjoyed his regulars, the locals and the other business owners. Briar coming in to catch up on all the neighborhood gossip Vincent had ascertained or arguing product placement with Zimar.
When one of his regulars approached him about hosting meetings in his backroom for reformed shifters, Vincent agreed without hesitation. He had always been a loud critic of Wolfsbane. Because of the stigma around shifters it made it difficult for them to find a venue to host, so his contribution won him a bit of clout in shifter communities. He has a constant unease that any day the other shoe is going to drop, but in the meantime heās going to enjoy the little things.