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Just saw Sonic 3. Looking forward to the next one, already lol
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I found out that Peter Cullen, the voice of Eeyore and Optimus Prime, himself, also provided the vocalizations for the Predator in the first movie. What can't that man do?
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I'm more excited for six days off of work than I am for the birthday I have that week
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Chime just told me my balance has seen better days. Yeah, I get it, I'm poor
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Just finished the last three episodes of Arcane. It was a good finale, but I think I'll need to sleep on it to really figure out how I feel about it
Vincent went straight to the debriefing room. He didn't necessarily want to be there, but feeling responsible for the fight on the jet, he felt that it was the least he could do to at least be present for the debrief. He watched as everyone else made their way into the room and took their seats at the table. The meeting started with Daphne and Viktor giving a play-by-play of the mission, after which Zach mentioned knocking someone out, to which Vincent couldn't help but smirk at, glad to hear that Zach's practice had a chance to pay off. After that, the debrief devolved into another argument once Will opened up with his grievances.
For once, it was a fight he wanted no part of, so Vincent tuned everything out. Everything he wanted to say, he had already said on the jet and he didn't see the point in bringing it up again, especially after Kassy had shut him down, something he knew she was in the right for. Instead, he sat at the table, spinning a coin he had made until Batman quieted everyone down with a command before he and Red Tornado resumed the debrief. Not long after, the screen went dark as the meeting drew to a close.
"I saw him," he blurted suddenly after hearing Rain's description, his fist closing around the coin. "In Florida. I fucking saw him. He was there with the guard and that Florida guy. He told the guard to shoot him, that's why I rushed in. I would've gotten him, too, but he managed to get away."
He was quiet for several moments after that. Eventually, he spoke up again, saying in a quiet voice, "You know, like a lot of us here, I've lost a lot. I lost my parents, I lost anything I could've called a home, the Old Man, who was like a second dad to me. You'd think I'd be used to it by now, but I'm not. I fucking hate it as much as I ever have and ever since I lost the Old Man, other than one or two times here and there, I feel like I've been doing nothing but losing." He stood up, his fists pressed against the surface of the table. A low groan resounded in the room as the steel supports of the building flexed ever so slightly until Vincent regained control of his building anger. Not again. Not here. He wasn't angry at any of his teammates, not even Viktor, who had made the call to hand over KJ. He understood why the call was made. No, he was angry at himself for being so weak that something like that ever had to happen.
"I'm sick of it. I'm sick of losing fights, of losing people, of being. Weak." With that, he stepped away from the table, hands in his pockets. "I won't let this happen again."
Vincent stood at attention in full armor, which he always wore when on duty, as the lord steward addressed the gathered men and women of the court. He had always hated these audiences. They were too formal for his liking. He would rather be walking the streets or training or in the mess hall, enjoying a late lunch or early dinner while he and the men and women of the guard swapped stories and jokes. He was on the verge of yawning until the lord steward stated something he had never thought he would hear: there seemed to be a living heir to the Royal Rune.
As the courtiers filed out of the hall, Vincent felt his excitement building as he resisted the urge to grin. Even before he became a commander, Vincent had given up on ever receiving a minor rune. He had been fine with it. After all, the king died way back when Vincent was just starting out fighting off bandits and wild animals, well before he ever met Sir Lanza. As such, he never gave it any thought and simply carried out his duties with his natural skills. Now that the possibility had resurfaced, however, Vincent's mind raced with the possible gifts he could receive from a minor rune. Maybe I'll be able to make weapons out of fire? he thought. Ooh! Or maybe I'll get to fly!
He was brought back to reality as Lord Steward Geraint continued, now that all but the commanders, Champion-Apparent, and professor remained with him. Vincent's eyes widened slightly when he heard they would be going to Greypeak Watch, of all places. This just gets better and better, he thought, having to make a conscious effort to not vibrate with excitement, lest his armor were to start rattling. It had been a while since he was last at home and there were so many things he missed: the stew at his favorite tavern, the smell of the crisp mountain air...
Elara.
The thought of her brought a grin to his face, which he hid by coughing into his hand. He cleared his throat and said, "I'll make sure I'm ready to leave as soon as possible. I grew up out that way, so I know the area. We'll be able to get out there and back pretty quickly, I think."
Given his fighting style, it’s no surprise that Vincent has a well-built, toned physique. His unkempt hair reaches his shoulders, curling slightly at the ends, and he has a single, diagonal scar that cuts through the end of his left eyebrow, barely missing his eye. His arms and torso are covered in a myriad of scars, each one a testament to the battles he had taken part in, a point of pride for him. He keeps things simple when it comes to what he wears in his day-to-day, preferring things that are easy to move in and cheap to replace should he find himself in a fight. In battle, he wears heavy plate armor, complete with a full helm and a pair of heavy, combat-ready gauntlets.
Height: 6’3” Eye Color: Steel grey Hair Color: Black
Personality:
Vincent is the type of guy who’s quick to anger, usually the first to start throwing punches, foul-mouthed, and enjoys (more than) his fair share of drink. While he would be the first to admit that he isn’t that bright, he’s surprisingly insightful and his battle intelligence is second-to-none. Above all that, however, he’s loyal. If one were to earn his loyalty and respect, it would be difficult to find a better ally.
Background:
Vincent sat in a dimly-lit tavern, a half-drained tankard of ale in his hand. He was dressed in his off-duty clothes, a short-sleeved shirt that bared his scarred forearms, breeches, and boots. Across from him sat a bard, one who had asked Vincent for an interview so he could write a song about him. It didn’t take much convincing on the bard’s part, as Vincent never minded talking about himself.
”I grew up in Greypeak. My dad had long since run off, so my mom raised me on her own,” he said as he sat back in his seat, one arm draped over the back of the booth. ”I’ll be the first to admit that I was a handful as a kid. I had more energy than I knew what to do with, so when I wasn’t getting into or stopping fights, I was out exploring the area around town. There are some pretty dangerous creatures up that way, but for the most part, I was able to handle myself. A good fifth of my scars are from my childhood, come to think of it.”
He took a moment to finish off his tankard and continued, ”Anyway, as it turned out, I not only had a knack for fighting, but I liked it, too. I wasn’t a bully or anything, but I never hesitated to kick the asses of people who deserved it. I even fended off attacks from wild animals and monsters when I was as young as eleven. Before long, I was an honorary member of Greypeak’s peacekeeping force for a time. I think I was about…13, 14 years old when Old Man Lanza, a knight commander before me, came to town.”
He paused as a waitress approached and set a bowl of soup in front of him, as well as another tankard of ale. The bard peered into it and saw chunks of sourdough bread, bacon, sliced sausage, mushrooms, chunks of potatoes, and fried onion strips. Vincent looked at the bard and grinned. ”A specialty from my hometown,” he proudly stated. ”I can make it myself, no problem, but I’ve experimented with the recipe so much that it isn’t the same as what I used to have as a kid. This place does a great job recreating it, though.”
He swallowed a spoonful and continued, ”Anyway, Lanza came through town, right? And he started hearing these stories of this kid who’s been helping keep the peace. So, he asks to meet him and the townspeople tell him that the kid’s down in the mines. Some creatures had taken up residence in an old shaft, so he went down on his own to take care of it. Lanza and his retinue hurried to the mine to help out, only to stop at the entrance. The kid came out, his clothes all torn and tattered, some wounds here and there. He had a broken sword in one hand and, in the other, the head of a cave troll. After that, the rest is history. I squired to Lanza for a few years, became a knight, then knight commander, now I’m here. Unfortunately, the king was already long-since dead by then, so I missed out on my rune, but them’s the breaks.”
The bard hurriedly finished writing his notes, then looked up at Vincent after a moment. “Well, that’s all well and good,” he said, “but I’m afraid I’ll need more details, more feats of heroism to finish your song. Like…How about you tell me about the incident that led to you becoming a knight commander? I’ve heard the stories, but I’d love to hear it from the horse’s mouth, as it were!”
At that, Vincent’s grin faded and he slowly lowered his spoon back into his bowl. He was quiet for a moment before he met the bard’s eyes. ”Not exactly my favorite memory,” he said after a few moments. He sighed and nudged his bowl aside. He crossed his arms on the table and leaned forward.
”Lanza and I went to this little, backwater town. This was some time after I was promoted to knighthood, but Lanza and I often travelled together to watch each other’s backs. He was like the father I never had and he never complained about my company. Anyway, there were reports of this horde of monsters making their way there, so we, along with some other knights under Lanza’s command, were leading evacuation efforts. The monsters were moving faster than we thought, though, because they were on us before we could react. While we were fighting, something snuck up and knocked Lanza to the ground and they all ganged up on him, something that wouldn’t have happened if it weren’t for that cheap shot. Everything after that’s a blur, but when I came to, I was standing in the midst of a couple dozen or so monster corpses, covered in their blood and mine. My armor was destroyed, I was pretty badly wounded, but in that blackout rage, I didn’t feel anything. The other knights all said it was because of me we only lost a few people, but that was cold comfort. Because of their testimonies and the ones from the villagers, the vote passed and I became a knight commander just shy of my 24th birthday.”
He was silent for several long moments before he pulled his soup closer and picked his spoon back up. ”Anyway, that’s enough of that” he said, his grin returning, albeit a bit more forced, ”Let me tell you about the time I took down a giant centipede with nothing but a fork.”
Rune Affinity:
Physical Enhancement: When he gains his rune, Vincent will gain the ability to enhance his physical traits: strength, speed, durability, etc. While he’s naturally stronger than most, his rune will push his already impressive abilities to superhuman levels.
Skills & Abilities:
-Hand-to-hand combat and heavy weapons expert: Putting his strength to exceptional use, Vincent is highly capable with all manners of heavy, close-range weapons (greatswords, hammers, axes, etc.), but his preferred style of fighting is hand-to-hand, utilizing a pair of specially-made gauntlets.
-Battle Intelligence: While planning and tactics are by and large one of his weakest areas, Vincent’s is surprisingly skilled in outside-the-box thinking when in the heat of battle.
-Peak physical abilities: Vincent’s physical attributes, primarily his strength and durability, are much higher than average, enabling him to take hits that would put most people down while also letting him deal incredible amounts of damage, making up for his lack in magical aptitude.
Additional Details: -He’s afraid of ghosts and other intangible creatures. Anything that he can’t hit creeps him out. He’s also afraid of the ocean (more specifically, the things that lurk in the ocean)
-He has a passion for cooking and he’s also a rather skilled dancer, a hobby he had taken up to help improve his footwork in combat.
-He’s a massive dog person
-Has a childhood sweetheart back in Greypeak, who remained behind to help run the town watch
Given his fighting style, it’s no surprise that Vincent has a well-built, toned physique. His unkempt hair reaches his shoulders, curling slightly at the ends, and he has a single, diagonal scar that cuts through the end of his left eyebrow, barely missing his eye. His arms and torso are covered in a myriad of scars, each one a testament to the battles he had taken part in, a point of pride for him. He keeps things simple when it comes to what he wears in his day-to-day, preferring things that are easy to move in and cheap to replace should he find himself in a fight. In battle, he wears heavy plate armor, complete with a full helm and a pair of heavy, combat-ready gauntlets.
Height: 6’3” Eye Color: Steel grey Hair Color: Black
Personality:
Vincent is the type of guy who’s quick to anger, usually the first to start throwing punches, foul-mouthed, and enjoys (more than) his fair share of drink. While he would be the first to admit that he isn’t that bright, he’s surprisingly insightful and his battle intelligence is second-to-none. Above all that, however, he’s loyal. If one were to earn his loyalty and respect, it would be difficult to find a better ally.
Background:
Vincent sat in a dimly-lit tavern, a half-drained tankard of ale in his hand. He was dressed in his off-duty clothes, a short-sleeved shirt that bared his scarred forearms, breeches, and boots. Across from him sat a bard, one who had asked Vincent for an interview so he could write a song about him. It didn’t take much convincing on the bard’s part, as Vincent never minded talking about himself.
”I grew up in Greypeak. My dad had long since run off, so my mom raised me on her own,” he said as he sat back in his seat, one arm draped over the back of the booth. ”I’ll be the first to admit that I was a handful as a kid. I had more energy than I knew what to do with, so when I wasn’t getting into or stopping fights, I was out exploring the area around town. There are some pretty dangerous creatures up that way, but for the most part, I was able to handle myself. A good fifth of my scars are from my childhood, come to think of it.”
He took a moment to finish off his tankard and continued, ”Anyway, as it turned out, I not only had a knack for fighting, but I liked it, too. I wasn’t a bully or anything, but I never hesitated to kick the asses of people who deserved it. I even fended off attacks from wild animals and monsters when I was as young as eleven. Before long, I was an honorary member of Greypeak’s peacekeeping force for a time. I think I was about…13, 14 years old when Old Man Lanza, a knight commander before me, came to town.”
He paused as a waitress approached and set a bowl of soup in front of him, as well as another tankard of ale. The bard peered into it and saw chunks of sourdough bread, bacon, sliced sausage, mushrooms, chunks of potatoes, and fried onion strips. Vincent looked at the bard and grinned. ”A specialty from my hometown,” he proudly stated. ”I can make it myself, no problem, but I’ve experimented with the recipe so much that it isn’t the same as what I used to have as a kid. This place does a great job recreating it, though.”
He swallowed a spoonful and continued, ”Anyway, Lanza came through town, right? And he started hearing these stories of this kid who’s been helping keep the peace. So, he asks to meet him and the townspeople tell him that the kid’s down in the mines. Some creatures had taken up residence in an old shaft, so he went down on his own to take care of it. Lanza and his retinue hurried to the mine to help out, only to stop at the entrance. The kid came out, his clothes all torn and tattered, some wounds here and there. He had a broken sword in one hand and, in the other, the head of a cave troll. After that, the rest is history. I squired to Lanza for a few years, became a knight, then knight commander, now I’m here. Unfortunately, the king was already long-since dead by then, so I missed out on my rune, but them’s the breaks.”
The bard hurriedly finished writing his notes, then looked up at Vincent after a moment. “Well, that’s all well and good,” he said, “but I’m afraid I’ll need more details, more feats of heroism to finish your song. Like…How about you tell me about the incident that led to you becoming a knight commander? I’ve heard the stories, but I’d love to hear it from the horse’s mouth, as it were!”
At that, Vincent’s grin faded and he slowly lowered his spoon back into his bowl. He was quiet for a moment before he met the bard’s eyes. ”Not exactly my favorite memory,” he said after a few moments. He sighed and nudged his bowl aside. He crossed his arms on the table and leaned forward.
”Lanza and I went to this little, backwater town. This was some time after I was promoted to knighthood, but Lanza and I often travelled together to watch each other’s backs. He was like the father I never had and he never complained about my company. Anyway, there were reports of this horde of monsters making their way there, so we, along with some other knights under Lanza’s command, were leading evacuation efforts. The monsters were moving faster than we thought, though, because they were on us before we could react. While we were fighting, something snuck up and knocked Lanza to the ground and they all ganged up on him, something that wouldn’t have happened if it weren’t for that cheap shot. Everything after that’s a blur, but when I came to, I was standing in the midst of a couple dozen or so monster corpses, covered in their blood and mine. My armor was destroyed, I was pretty badly wounded, but in that blackout rage, I didn’t feel anything. The other knights all said it was because of me we only lost a few people, but that was cold comfort. Because of their testimonies and the ones from the villagers, the vote passed and I became a knight commander just shy of my 24th birthday.”
He was silent for several long moments before he pulled his soup closer and picked his spoon back up. ”Anyway, that’s enough of that” he said, his grin returning, albeit a bit more forced, ”Let me tell you about the time I took down a giant centipede with nothing but a fork.”
Rune Affinity:
Physical Enhancement: When he gains his rune, Vincent will gain the ability to enhance his physical traits: strength, speed, durability, etc. While he’s naturally stronger than most, his rune will push his already impressive abilities to superhuman levels.
Skills & Abilities:
-Hand-to-hand combat and heavy weapons expert: Putting his strength to exceptional use, Vincent is highly capable with all manners of heavy, close-range weapons (greatswords, hammers, axes, etc.), but his preferred style of fighting is hand-to-hand, utilizing a pair of specially-made gauntlets.
-Battle Intelligence: While planning and tactics are by and large one of his weakest areas, Vincent’s is surprisingly skilled in outside-the-box thinking when in the heat of battle.
-Peak physical abilities: Vincent’s physical attributes, primarily his strength and durability, are much higher than average, enabling him to take hits that would put most people down while also letting him deal incredible amounts of damage, making up for his lack in magical aptitude.
Additional Details: -He’s afraid of ghosts and other intangible creatures. Anything that he can’t hit creeps him out. He’s also afraid of the ocean (more specifically, the things that lurk in the ocean)
-He has a passion for cooking and he’s also a rather skilled dancer, a hobby he had taken up to help improve his footwork in combat.
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