Vincent FieiryCharacter Nicknames (if any):
18Status at school:
Cocky. That one word describes Vincent completely, in various matters. He knows who he is, how strong he is, and he uses that knowledge whenever needed, as well as with any purpose but to prove his power. Knowing what he wants means getting what he wants, so if that does not happen, all hell is bound to break loose. With friends, he is the fun, partying type who always knows just what to do to get things going. The usual smirk and wink will get him anything from anyone, especially the women that continuously fawn over him. Somehow, beneath all the rudeness and extremely pushy actions, he was graced with a large and strong mind, managing to be in the top five of every class without lifting a finger, so to speak.Appearance:
Standing six foot four and donning a healthy amount of tanned muscle, he is an intimidating person to look up at. His hair is a dark color, somewhere between brown and black, and always sits in waves upon his head, quite accidentally. Piercing, blue/gray eyes fluctuate in lightness and darkness depending on his mood. When in uniform, the top two or three buttons of his shirt or undone, tie hanging loosly beneath the color- he only dresses formally when it is needed, not when around those unworthy of seeing him dressed so. Out of uniform, his clothes are of the expensive variety, a black leather jacket often found on his person when he chooses to go out. Otherwise, he dresses in button-ups, sleeves rolled just below his elbows, with jeans. Very rarely will he be seen in simple t-shirts.Bio:
At a young age, the boy showed proof of being a strong and ruthless Death Eater. Thus, he has held the title strongly and boldly since the startling age of seven. No one would have ever allowed such a young boy to become a part of the merciless army of death, if he hadn't slaughtered his Aunt's entire family simply because his father had become enfuriated upon learning that they were muggle-lovers. Considering the boy to be a perfect prodigy, the Death Eaters welcomed him with open arms, his name known in every household under the worship of the Dark Lord. From that day forward, Vincent found himself training his body and his wand at least six hours a day, deciding that his magic must be stronger than all others, and his body twice as strong; there was no chance he would let himself look like a pussy with no muscle or fighting skill. Upon entering the School for Witchcraft and Wizardry, he made a following for himself, both with other members of dark House, as well as with the ladies. He has kept a balance between school, social life, and work for many years. The days that he would disappear for a noticable amount of time, friends, and even teachers, would cover, giving others the impression that he frequently fell ill. When he returned looking extremely worn out and pale, the story held up, but it was seen as a weakness to be in such a condition. Pressure from his father to become stronger and better is seen as a type of fatherly love to Vincent as he refuses to accept that his father is merely using him to become famous among the other Death Eaters. His mother casts a blind eye to everything, choosing to spend her time visiting her older children in the various countries they chose to spread themselves to.Wand:
13" salvaged Agarwood with a serpent engraving, head at the handle, tail at the tip. The center is a Cassowary feather soaked in the venom of an Inland Taipan.Anything else you would like to add:
His family has earned their riches, though he, surprisingly, makes his own, never taking a cent from his father.