Pack name or nickname: Urux
✟ Vincent Reid ✟
Age:
28
Gender & Pronouns:
Male | He/His/Him
*Sexuality:
Bisexual, male leaning.
Role:
Hunter
Appearance:
Vincent isn't dashing man, standing at 6’1” he is relatively tall compared to most of the population. In line with his occupation, his body is kept in peak condition, muscles built primarily in his torso and arms. However, his legs hold a fair amount of weight to them, perfect for pelting after pesky demons on the run. His body shape is mostly rectangular, perhaps the tiniest bit smaller towards his hips, this carried down to his legs. Everything is in near perfect proportion, though he appears to be a little lanky.
His skin tone is a fair beige, dotted with faint freckles that were brought on by years of summer hunting. Adorning his body are a litany of small scars acquired from his various missions, most are not particularly noticeable. However, there is a prominent one on his face and neck. On the left of his face and neck, ending just before the outer corner of his eye, is a large burn scar. Thickened fibrous scar tissue in heavy ropes marr his otherwise handsome face. The tail of his left eyebrow is also gone, never to return thanks to the scarring. He managed to get himself tangled up with a fiery little beast in his early hunting days, when he was overly confident and let his guard down.
His hair is brown, though bordering on red-ginger. Keeping a classic short mullet as his style for his slightly waved hair, though it is in need of a trim. Paired with chocolate brown eyes, he isn’t very eye-catching at first glance. With little to make him stand out from the crowd besides the horrific scarring. Usually sporting a slight stubble to his squared jaw, he can never really keep on top of it.
The only modification to his body is two lobe piercings, in which he keeps two golden sleeper rings with small crosses hanging from them. He keeps them in 24/7 and refuses to remove them. Whether or not they actually do anything against the creatures lurking around the town is still to be proven.
Personality:
Vincent is a flitting experience to many. A whirling ball of charm and confident that barrels his way through any situation. More often than not talking his way out of any confrontations he may have managed to stir up.
Though he makes jokes and laughs with his whole chest, there is a small piece that dulls the stars in his eyes. Sometimes he lurks in the dark corners of the room, staring at seemingly nothing, only to be ripped back to reality when someone speaks to him. A grin plastered back across his face. But is obvious to those who watch him for longer than one night he is haunted by something and it replays in his head over and over.
Abilities:
Marksman :- Vincent is well practiced in long range weaponry, preferring to keep his distance from his quarry after his burn accident. His favourite would be a cross bow, but with modern times developing new guns that can be utilised for his hunting work, he is beginning to like the look of some of the newer firearms.
Likes:
Movies | Stiff drinks | Pool | Poker | Gambling | Travelling | Spicy and soulful foods | Rainfall | TV dramas
Dislikes:
Blazing fires | Camping despite his occupation | Bland meals | Settling | Demons (duh) | Unnecessary violence
Strengths:
Accuracy :- after years of practice, Vincent is an excellent shot. Using either his sniper rifle or cross bow, he could hit the eye of a creature no matter the distance. That is, if he isn't distracted.
Nonchalant :- his dismissive behaviour can often be calming under the right conditions. Especially in a high tension situation, however he has a terrible habit of saying the wrong thing at the wrong time.
Steeled Resolve :- Vincence will rarely give up on his mission, only retreating without victory if he or his group members are severely injured. Even then, he will push until he physically cannot move before he will admit defeat.
Weaknesses:
Competitive Ambition :- The other side of his resolve. He is competitive to his own demise. Digging himself into deeper and deeper holes until he can't crawl his way out of them.
Non-committal :- Due to his nomadic nature, he has never ventured on anything longer than summer fling with other people. On the same note, he does not allow friendships to develop further than surface level, knowing he will likely move on soon enough.
Rumours:
Cassanova :- due to his fleeting relations with the women in his life, many in the town have at least had some kind of flirtatious encounter with Vincent. Though the sheer boldness of his actions towards women make some people ponder why he has yet to settle down with any of them. Earning him some rather strange looks.
Sudden Return :- the townsfolk have no idea why Vincent has returned. Renting a small two room area above the bar. It leaves many to speculate how and why has returned.
Background:
Vincent was born Fiendweald, raised in the small community before he departed at age 19. He returned only to hunt, never seeking out his family or old friends. Simply appearing one night and vanishing the next morning. But now he has strangely emerged from the main road, looking very sallow and tired. The townsfolk can only guess what had happened to turn the bright young man into a husk of himself.
Affiliations:
Mother - Alive | Still in town | NPC | Emma Reid
Father - deceased | killed by demon | NPC | Arthur Reid
Other:
Summer 
Night Weather: 
Brimstone Moon: 
