- █ █ B A S I C S
█ NAME ▬ Vincent Alton the IV.
█ AGE ▬ 47.
█ NICKNAME ▬ Boss-Man, Vince.
█ GENDER ▬ Male.
█ RACE ▬ Advesper.
█ ORIENTATION ▬ Straight.
█ OCCUPATION ▬ Crownless Gang Member.
█ PARTNER ▬ NPC Wife.
█ SLAVE ▬ None.
█ █ A P P E A R A N C E
█ HAIR ▬ Brown.
█ EYES ▬ Brown.
█ BUILD ▬ Holding up well for his age.
█ TATTOOS ▬ His shoulder.
█ SCARS ▬ Plenty.
█ BIRTHMARKS ▬ Shoulder.
█ █ P E R S O N A L I T Y
█ █ H I S T O R Y
█ BACKGROUND
Vincent's father was a criminal. Vincent's father's father was a criminal... I could probably go on for a while, but, I believe you get the point. They were the type of family that was into very organized crime, often teaching the eldest son how the game worked as soon as they were old enough to write. Vincent was no different, although, circumstances quickly changed for the male. Instead of the family business he was thrown in the middle of a chaotic breakdown as he watched his family torn apart. His father and grandfather were thrown in prison. Arrests were made. A giant shoot out with the cops left many dead. The Alton Family was in ruins as the police worked an operation that destroyed everything. There was no coming back from that. Alton had a few acquaintances that tried to stay loyal, but even they knew it was game over.
Vincent was in his prime. It was a shame, a real shame. The male's life took a turn when his father called him asking for a visitation in person. The two sat there with a straight face as they tried to keep small-talk going while they spoke to one another through their familiars. Start again. Build. Vincent would try to write down all the words he remembered his familiar passing to him and would try to decipher some of the messages his father tried to tell. It's not like their familiars could communicate as well as people. They missed words. They messed with the messages. They cut out. Vincent held onto every word he could get as though they were his own limbs.
He started off simple, using some old connections and friends that owned clubs. He helped push them into illegal fighting rings that took place in basements or on their roofs. Places nobody would find. It wasn't hard to push his father's friends into an extra stream of income. People volunteered to fight and bookies would take bets. Some fights was just for fist fighting. Some fights included illegal weaponry. It wasn't really all that impressive from regular boxing or MMA fights until they brought in illegal slaves. Week nights turned into a place where gang members came together and fought to just train their skills. Weekends became violent places where people came to gamble away everything they had on a single fight. Vincent, being at the peak of his prime started to build up his own small group of men that he trusted to help him force people into the fight rings. Usually it was only a couple at a time they they made participate in fight to the deaths.
Vincent named his small crew 'Crownless'. His family's legacy was gone. Their kingdom destroyed. And he was making something without using his family's legacy to go off of. This was over twenty years ago. After making a place for criminals to meet, connections were made. People began to take an interest in getting their own illegal slaves to put in the pit. Mages and alchemists became interested in owning illegal slaves to do inhumane testing on or have something for target practice. Perverts wanted illegal slaves to do as they wished with them. So many different people began to gather to the illegal fighting rings to meet other criminals. There was a demand for illegal slaves. Crownless quickly began to grow, still a fairly small gang compared to the rest, they were also much more organized run like a business instead of a lot of hoodlums running about. They had systems and higher ups. Vincent assigned specific people to oversee specific branches. He took dirty cops out for dinners and sent their families gifts. Coming from a family like his, Vincent couldn't help but treat a street gang just like the family used to be run.
As the years passed, Crownless grew. It grew so much that Vincent no longer knew every member's name and secrets would slide underneath his feet missing them completely. Sometimes members would seek him out when they had questions or needed help getting out of trouble, but he'd be lying if he said it weren't nice being able to sit back a bit and leave the front lines as he found wrinkles starting to form round his eyes. The man still focuses on making sure things run smoothly when he can, but ultimately it seems Crownless is an entity of it's own now that will continue to grow with or without him involved.
█ ABILITIES
▬ FAMILIAR
Vincent's familiar is pure white, the cell's his body produce do not have hue to them. From a young age, he was taught that his familiar is a tool and not a being. He has been taught to try to master all the ways to use his tool. Vincent's familiar takes on a nearly humanoid shape. It tends to move slowly, however, the creature has many sharp spikes from it's body that can snap forwards at a moment's notice.
▬ PEEK-A-BOO
With a nice pair of headphones, by hearing deprivation he can turn off his surroundings and have his familiar feed him sounds, and occasionally sights. Comes in handy when he doesn't trust someone and decides to stalk them.
▬ MINOR MANIPULATION
While Vincent cannot do much with this, occasionally he can pull small amounts of the matter from his body that usually makes up the familiar and use it as he sees fit. Small weapons, shields, or solid objects. He cannot do this for long or it feels as though his insides are falling apart. It takes too much energy to be worth it. Rarely, he'll use an enchanted item that makes it easy to use this ability with ease, though it's usually difficult to find that specific enchantment so he uses them in only emergencies.
█ EXTRA
▬ He has four children aged from 12 to 23.
