Username: Overwatch
Name: Vincent
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Birthday/Zodiac: November 18th, Scorpio
Allegiance: Other/Sacred blades
Class: Lord
Clothing:
Sword not included.
Weapons: Swords/Spears: A rapier, silver sword, and killer lance.
Appearance: Personality: Brash, and stubborn, but kind at times. He doesn't trust easily, keeping mostly to himself to avoid placing trust in strangers who might back-stab him, or be lost to him. However, he will easily fight for those he thinks need him, or, those who have causes he thinks are just at the drop of a hat, even going as far as to risk his life with odds against him for a mere stranger. He sees himself as more of a helper, than one who needs help, and doesn't take orders easily. Getting to know him personally is hard, but, once his trust is gained, he is more willing to listen and be listened to by others.
He thinks highly of himself. (maybe too highly), and will not take loss easily. He would rather die than leave the battlefield wounded, and probably would if such injuries didn't keep him from doing so. His pride can get in the way of making friends, as he won't easily admit he is wrong, even if the facts are laid out before him, nor does he easily ask to be forgiven. This is all likely the fault of Walhart's teachings to him as a young child.
History: After Walhart's defeat, and death, the kingdom of Valm was in shambles, heavily in need of recovery, along with the rest of the continent of Valm. Vincent was a decendant of Walhart, after the kingdom fell apart. Years after the Shephards won, the kingdom hadn't truly recovered, and the young man had no place to call home, wandering around Valm with various occupations, such as brigand, or mercenary. Eventually, he stowed away to Ferox, championing for a Khan there for a few short years. After that, he decided to head for Ylisse, the kingdom he had heard took down Walhart. He wanted answers, but never got them. For a while, he roamed the countryside, picking off brigands, and being a mercenary and the like, unsure of what to do until he ran across the Sacred blades. It was a group much like the shepherds he had heard of, and he mistook them as such, attacking their camp in the night, but, managing to get easily subdued and captured. He decided to stay with them for a little while afterwards, after he heard their cause.
Ability: Detecting lies.
Quirk: The least well known of the army.
Strengths: Agile, Takes hits, and learns quickly.
Weaknesses: Uncooperative, aloof, easy to get annoyed.
Likes: sweet and spicy foods, cold, silence, and people-watching.
Dislikes: bitter or sour food, fish, heat, loud people, weakness.
Other: "
Is that your best?"
support: Noelle: C
Sapphire: C
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