Appearance - Well dressed
- 6’2”
- Bearded
- Muscular
- America’s Ass
- Brand name clothing
- Sunglasses inside/at night
Personality Vincent is a workaholic, through and through. He eats, sleeps, and breathes the hustle, and has since the day he was born. Of course, he wouldn’t want it any other way, working hard has found him great success, and why wouldn’t he want that?
Vince is the eccentric rich person most people only think exists in movies. From the way he dresses and talks, to the way he thinks, Vincent is your stereotypical rich guy. He’s loud, excessive, extra… all those words could be used to accurately describe him. From the outside looking in, Vince has been described as a ‘ruthless’ businessman; and that’s not inaccurate. Vince knows what he wants, and how to get it. He’s well spoken, and good at convincing people that what he wants is what they want. Usually, his methods include bold moves such as speaking quickly and over other people. Being the loudest in the room means he’s the most correct, right? Right. Vince is high strung and overworked, incapable of taking a break. He thoroughly believes that taking a break to go on this vacation is a mistake, but he was forced to do so by his inner circle.
Deep down, Vince isn’t completely devoid of good traits. He’s dependable, and reliable. If he says he’ll do something for someone, he always gets it done. For the few people he calls his friends, Vincent is a reliable person. While not the best at handling emotions, either his own or someone else’s, Vince will always take care of someone the only way he knows how: buying them food and making sure they have plenty of water to drink.
Somewhat socially inept, Vince doesn't do too well in debates, or friendly arguments. He’ll take things too personally, and lash out when it happens. Admitting he’s wrong is another thing he’s not good at — instead of saying he was wrong, he gets defensive and points out different ways it went wrong, anything he can do to get the target off of his back.
As a capstone, Vincent is at least humorous. He’s the first one to laugh, and will find something funny in most situations — even inappropriate ones. With a morbid sense of humor, Vince’s only method to break an awkward silence is to crack a joke, whether its in good taste or not.
Biography Vinny Reeves learned the necessity of the hustle early on in his life. His father was a lawyer — one that people called an ‘ambulance chaser,’ and his mother was her own boss. She sold Cutco Knives, Mary Kay Cosmetics, and Pampered chef. Along with the racket his dad ran at the hospital, he had a successful private eye company, which he built using the skillset he gained working as a police officer before Vince was born.
Vincent’s parents were both too busy with their own work to be much help, so as soon as he learned to walk, Vince learned how to take care of himself. He learned to cook as a preteen, and he learned the importance of networking as an adolescent. Vince worked at a local corner store sweeping floors and unloading stock in exchange for pizza coupons, and the corner store owner told the pizzeria owner how good of a worker he was, and that led to Vince bussing tables there for pocket change (the pizzeria owner was nice enough to pay him actual cash). The pocket change he turned into bubblegum… something he bought so frequently and so often both his parents thought he was addicted to it.
However, that was not the case. In fact…
Vince was the kind of kid to buy a pack of bubblegum for a dollar, and sell all 12 pieces for a quarter each. In his junior year of high school, he started downloading songs off of Limewire and burning them to CDs in the school library before selling them. In college, he graduated from selling pirated songs to pirated movies. Between selling his pirated movies and CDs, Vince made enough money to lease a music studio, which he used to help produce albums for his roommate's “band.” Frankly, Vince thought their music fucking sucked, but what didn’t suck was the absurd prices he charged them to record at his studio.
When the music studio started getting big, Vince was quick to capitalize on it even if he thought their music was the worst thing since ska. Alternative rock, at the time, was big. Vince ran his mouth, signed them to a record distribution deal that heavily favored himself — fortunately, his roommate wasn’t the brightest bulb in the room, and he eagerly signed it. Thus, the Emerald Recording Studios were formed.
With the help of Vincent’s over the top promotion, the album quickly was certified platinum within six months, and Vince found more than a few other groups looking to sign with the Emerald Recording Studios. With a bit of work, Vince signed a few other producers, a few more executives and a few more groups. Soon enough, the Studio had multiple certified Diamond music acts under their belt, and Vincent took the company public as EEC: The Emerald Entertainment Company.
With the money he raised from that, Vince moved to Hollywood six years ago, and started producing movies. This, he found to be his biggest challenge yet. Between the SCAG, the DGA, and the WGA, Vince found it harder to hustle bigger names in the industry, so The Emerald Entertainment Company didn’t initially produce any movies. Instead, Vince began working on networking in the industry. He attended mixers, met people, and built a rapport with some of the more and budding stars. After two years in Hollywood, the Emerald Entertainment Company began to produce indie films.
After hitting it out of the park there, with multiple awards won, Vince spent the last few years producing massive summer blockbusters. This was his original goal, but the EEC continues to produce indie films on the side, as a side hustle to keep up appearances. Famously in the industry, Vince has never watched a film his company produces; he just watches the dollars go up.
Now thirty-five, Vince has been told it’s time to take a break, a real, genuine vacation for the first time in his life. Forcibly leaving his Blackberry behind, along with his personal assistant, Vince is boarding the S.S. Astarte for a week of relaxation, and free booze (or, at least he thinks it should be free, given how much it cost to the fucking ticket).