Name: Vincent Stray
Age: 37
Personality:Though usually a laid-back, jovial, humble and eccentric man, Vincent shows a deceptively cunning and serious side when the situation warrants it. He commonly uses idle conversation and outward concern to distract his opponents. Despite his carefree attitude, he always speaks politely, but is sometimes sarcastic tone. He seems to go over the top with his actions making notable examples of him not really caring what happens to him afterwards which usually result in people trying to restrain him sometimes fear that he's actually trying kill himself, Though he usually responds saying that it's not like that making it hard for people to tell if he's telling the truth or not.
In normal fight he rarely shows his true abilities towards an opponent fearing that they might get killed if he were to be serious and as such he usually limits his himself in battle which can often infuriated his opponents making them think that he's looking down at them, Something that he didn't notice at first but as the more and more battle increased he became aware of this and decided to exploit it by taunt his opponent as well.
In a serious battle however his personality notably shifts from the polite and carefree attitude to a cold and serious individual, Acting as if he is some sort of robot during combat, An individual without any lingering emotions or empathy towards his opponent and is simply looking for the best way to put them down and by any means necessary which can often have him risk his own body just to land a serious injury.
Subject: None at the moment.
Likes: Drinking, Gambling, Risking his life(Hinting suicidal tendencies) The Way of the Blade, His Deceased Sister.
Dislikes: Rich Jerk bags, Backstabbers.
Homeworld: Disclosed Location [No Longer Exists]
Keyblade/Weapon Name: Tyrannis Aevitas
Path: Dawn
Side:Freelancer
Magic:A wide variety of spells due to his experience on the field, Able to twist a simple spell into a deadly attack by combining his attacks with his sword.
Adept: Magic, Swordplay, Tactics, Drinking, Dancing, Unbreakable Will and Combat Experience.
Vincent is an extremely skilled swordsman, possessing powerful strikes with equally impressive speed behind them. He can perform attacks with perfect precision and stop them in an instant. While Vincent's preferred fighting style seems to be swordsmanship, he is highly proficient in combining it with his other skills and instantly switching between any of them. His usual methods in battle are striking from various angles to confuse and catch his opponents off-guard for sneak attacks, But he is quite capable to shift his attack style to keep his opponent from getting use to his attacks in mid battle.
Inept: Lack of vision with his right eye hindering his field of vision, With harsh training he managed to overcome this shortcoming quite quickly, None the less he will not be able to see from that side.
Bio:Vincent Stray, What is there to say about a man who has risked his life over and over again ever since the day he could swing a blade for a measly bag of coin and lost everything dear to him in return? A man who continues to walk along the path of Solitude, Honing his blade over the countless battlefields he walked across, One that continues to stand up alone and travels a seemingly endless road of Destiny..
Info:How Vincent's Bio will work is that as the RP progresses more of his past will be revealed which results in another Chapter being created and added to his Bio, I will make an Update notifying those who are interested that another piece of his history is available to the public.
Chapter one: The Birth of the Unlucky One
Vincent Stray was born in a Mercenary camp right as it was being invaded by an opposing group hired to wipe them out, A wonderful sign for things to come No? Though the raid was short lived as the camp was able to fight them off and able to sleep whatever amount of rest they could get. His mother was a woman of little importance, Nothing more then the camps toy who happened to birth another pair of hands to help them. Vincent's Father Kirk Negla, The mercenary leader quickly put him to work already having him swing a sword before he could even walk and trained him to be another soldier on the battlefield, Not really caring if he was going survive or not.
At the age of five his training was truly put to the test when he entered the heated battlefield and killed his first opponent during the battle, He was confused with a fix of emotions not really sure what to do next, But a reassuring nod from his father urged him to march forward and killed 13 more enemy soldiers along the way. After his father's former presumption was proved wrong by his offspring, He became somewhat terrified of the boys potential and thus began training him to the point of exhaustion constantly in hopes of breaking him, But Vincent continued forward, bypassing his Father's challenges little by little. Three years later his mother passed away from a terrible disease, But not before giving birth to his Sister Salvia Stray whom he became overprotective of fearing that he might lose another family member.
Battle after battle his experience and potential grew exponentially to the point he surpassed his father at the age of eight causing Kirk to be furious with him, He hatched a plan to get rid of his son once and for all and had kidnapped him a year later by supposed bandits who were hired by his own father to kill him, After learning the terrible secret he mentally snapped, The Loving Father that was portrayed to him all this time was nothing more then a false fabrication to get rid of him and as a result he took it rather hard, Which he then lashed out at the 50 bandits that were supposed to kill him, None the less it was a miraculous blood bath killing off nearly all of them as three of the members managed to escape with rather grieve injuries.
His Father, Along with the people who in on the whole plane were astounded by his survival trying to play off the whole thing as if they had nothing to do with the Kidnapping which nearly worked due to his Father's smooth tongue, Nearly, He killed his Father with one simple thrust with his sword through his Father's heart which ignited the entire camp of over 600 mercenaries to try and kill him. However Salvi intervened and took a blade through her chest when she saved her brother from a sneak attack from behind, This caused everyone including the perpetrator to seemingly stop dead in their tracks, No one expected something like this from her. With her dying breath she said to Vincent"I will always love you big bro.." The realization that he failed to protect his last family member caused him to snap once more, This time..It wasn't something anyone could prepare for and Vincent blacked out not remembering anything else but a sea of red.
Vincent eventually woke up to find him standing in a field of red and corpses, Something that caught him off guard due to him not remembering what happened during the time he blacked out..Just screaming. Looking around he saw the body of his dead sister somehow untouched by the violence, Why he could honestly care less, He was just glad she was untouched. He went to get up and noticed that his entire body was dyed in blood, Even his hair had red saturation due to the sheer amount that he noticed when he took another look around seeing the grass itself turned red. Confusion overlapped his consciousness, What truly happened here was currently beyond him though he realized that he managed to somehow kill everyone else.
After spending an entire week of burying his former comrades and his sister as well as his father he began to cry, After losing everything he once held dear he had no idea what to do with his life he thought it would have been best to kill himself right then and there, There was no point in him continuing to live after all. However he looked at his sister's medallion that he bought for her birthday and remembered her saying how much that she used to love watching his swordplay causing him to look at the blade he used to slaughter the mercenary camp, A blade of Unknown origin that was bought after his previous blade broke from a traveling merchant. Vincent stared at the blade long and hard at what he should do and with a dishearten sigh grabbed it and sheathed it to his side and looked up towards the ever blue sky as if he was trying to find out where he should go next. Figuring he could become a sellsword to the highest bidder he packed his things after a day later of some much needed rest and touched the medallion his sister once wore around her neck that was now around his neck and said."I'll show you my sword from down here, Until the day i die, I shall prove myself to be the strongest and make you proud to be your big brother.."He said with a saddened smile still feeling the linger loss he had earlier for his family and comrade, He took a deep breath and began walking forward.
Chapter one:Complete
