Vim
“Liveliness and Energy”
Age
26
Gender
Male
Archetype
Bad Reputation
Trait
Courage
Sexuality
Heterosexual
Though Vim would shrink from the idea of a relationship now, he’s only ever been with women and he’s never once stopped to think about it.
Religion
Varying
Vim’s parents were religious, in the minority in a place where religion is seen as antiquated and strange. He was named for a religious building, and though he has flipped between religions seeking enlightenment for years now, he has yet to find that “one right way to live.”
Appearance
Vim has a smooth face, fairly good-looking though not enough to really be considered traditionally handsome. He has a rounded face with a curved chin and full cheeks. His nose is long, straight, and though it seems to have been broken once or twice, it’s not that crooked. His mouth is small, with lips pinker than the rest of his skin, and he has thick dimples when he smiles, though that is very rare indeed. His eyes are dark brown, the kind of dark brown that seems black until you really look at them, and mixed with his serious expression and firm posture, they often give him a glowering sort of look. The eyes themselves are monolid and almost straight on his face, very thin. His eyebrows are black, slightly above his eyes, slightly untidy and thick, like charcoal smudges. His skin is a pale brown with warm undertones, and is very smooth and almost totally free of scars and blemishes, the skin of someone who’s been used to a life of pampering. His hair is also soft and long, going down to just below his shoulders. It has a lot of volume and is usually just worn natural, though when he’s hunting, butchering, or doing physical activities he always ties it back into a bun. It’s coal black, and doesn’t have the shine of some black hair.
Vim is a rather small person, both in size and build. He’s 5’6”, and he has a weedy sort of build that’s thin but not totally without muscles. He’s in good shape, and he has a lot of upper body strength, making his arms more filled-out than his legs. He has the willowy build that would normally go with being very tall, but lacks the height to go with it. His palms show what was once undoubtedly nothing but soft skin, but now have a number of very new calluses and bruises. His fingernails are clipped and clean, his hands always washed, a must if a butcher is to keep his customers safe. On his body he has a few scars, most of them the kinds that any person is bound to get from things like hunting and thrill-seeking. He also has one down his shoulder blade which was obviously from some sort of fight or altercation. He’s a very clean person, and keeps himself fresh where he can, and he usually smells like pine sap and meat, though he tries his best not to let that smell get too strong. He always holds himself with his shoulders back and chin up, and his walk is more of a stride, confident and upright.
If Vim has let go of the idea of money, he’s not yet quite ready to let go of the idea of comfort - something which will become incompatible soon enough, but has worked out fine for him for now. Although he’s technically not really nobility, he often wears clothes that most people would consider distasteful for anyone not in a noble house. He prefers bright colors, particularly reds and oranges, and has a great many vests and jackets of just these colors. He often wears wool or linen tunics with long, loose sleeves underneath his skirted jackets or tight vests. They’re mostly plain cream or white with colorful patterns along the edges. A long leather belt is tied around his waist, and his trousers are rather tight and often brown or black. He owns a pair of fine leather boots that are laced up all the way to his knees and are rather soft and flexible. When he’s doing his job or going out in nature, he wears just a brown tunic, dark trousers, and his boots. In the butcher shop he wears a large bloodstained white apron. But the most notable thing about how he dresses is his accessories. He has holy symbols of several religions hanging from his neck, clashing strangely. He has signet rings on his fingers and heirograms dangling from his belt. He has a small black tattoo on the back of his right hand depicting an ancient mantra, and a black string braided into a small portion of his hair as is often worn in mourning for the heroes. He’s constantly adding new things, and refuses to take a single one of them off.
Personality
Vim hardly seems like a good-hearted person - he shows no signs of the warmth that so often comes with kindness, though it happens that he was once living proof that not every smile comes with good intentions. He offers no compliments or words of kindness, and expects none in return. No smiles are offered to the less fortunate, and no friendly hand is extended. If a good-hearted person tries to prise him open like a clam with a pearl inside, looking for a heart of gold, he pushes them away. Vim despises the idea of help for so many reasons, and this part of his life is the part he has to figure out on his own. If he doesn’t, can he really say he’s changed? Vim doesn’t ever trust anyone not to be gearing up to stab him in the back, but he doesn’t have the heart - nor the right - to turn them away. He’ll let people walk all over him if they want to, and he never calls anyone out for lying or cheating - not to him, anyway. He’s mild and quiet, not in amount of speech but in volume. He doesn’t get upset or angry, he doesn’t let anyone get under his skin, and he takes all insults and remarks without complaint. When Vim does good deeds, he does them quietly, as though hoping not to be caught. He never offers emotional support and never tries to comfort people. He just does what he can and leaves the rest up to the world. Money is no object to him. In fact, with money so unfairly earned, he’s just dying to get rid of it. It’s dirty money, and the sooner it’s gone the sooner he can forget about it. It’s the easiest thing he does to help people, and the one which requires the least thought. And if they’re lying just to get money, let them. But things get more complicated as he starts to think about what’s truly good. Are the laws really fair? And how are things like lying and manipulation not illegal? How can they be sure that the first person to ever say “you can’t do that” didn’t have their own agenda? Vim has searched for answers to this for years, in religion and heroes and philosophies, but it’s the simplicity of the dogma that makes him turn away every time. He’s constantly picking certain aspects out of these things and sewing them together like a ragdoll of morals, trying to create an image that makes any sense to him.
When Vim was younger, and maybe not even that much younger, he never would have cared about charity or about helping people who have less than him. Life was about winning, and money was the greatest prize of all. They say money can’t buy happiness, but it can buy you the time and ease to find your happiness. People have always fascinated him, but when a young man learns how to play people like a harp he’s bound to use that ability for his own benefit once or twice. Or, in Vim’s case, for six years consecutively with not a drop of remorse. He could do it in a million different little ways: he could appeal to people’s pity, he could whisper lies about them throughout town, he could butter them up to get what he wanted. But he found that the most powerful motivator of all is love. And he found that most people couldn’t tell the difference between real love and an act. He made a lot of money that way, from people who gave so freely and innocently, and he never lost anything from it. Law enforcement, even if they had been any good at their jobs, had nothing on him. People could rage and cry, but he almost always got away before they could really hurt him in return. He would have gone on and on - most people believe he still is going, and few want anything to do with him. If he’s lying, he won’t win this time. And if he isn’t, he only brought this on himself.
Vim has always been quite the actor. Everything about him seems so real, until the real becomes unbelievable. His lies come out twisted up in his truths, and his tangled web has become impossible to right. Vim has sworn not to lie again, but why take the chance with a person like him? You see, there’s something about the thrill of lying, so addictive to Vim, that makes it hard to believe he could give it up just like that. He may seem quiet and serious at first, but his taste for thrills and for the rush of life-or-death is always there. When he gambles, he gambles big, and if the risk is losing everything it only sweetens the pot for him. He’d rather break both legs sliding down a steep cliff on an upside-down table than live knowing he had that chance and never took it. For now, maybe, he can be content leading a normal life at the butcher’s shop, but soon enough he’ll start getting restless. He has a feverish energy about him, always wanting to move and constantly fluttering around and doing things with his hands. Even when he’s hurt, he refuses to rest and let himself heal - and lately, with his refusal to fight back and the fact that he’s finally made himself easy to track down, he’s gotten hurt a lot more than usual. He has more energy than he knows what to do with, and he’s a very physical person, though fighting isn’t his forte. He likes to hunt, something he often does for his brother’s butcher shop, though this too is subject to some confusing morals.
Likes
Jewelry
Giving things away
Hunting
Gambling
Physical activities
Raising his adrenaline
Warmth
Helping people
Meeting new people
Dislikes
Trying to figure out what’s right
People who already know him
Darkness
People who take advantage of others
Staying still
Very small spaces
Strengths
Hunting
Physical fitness
Acting
Lying
Generosity
Good manners
Weaknesses
His past
Fighting
Moral confusion
Thrill seeking
Restlessness
Pushover
Hobbies
Hunting
Reading
Gambling
Swimming
Sports
Exploring
Greatest Goal
Right now it seems Vim’s biggest goal is to change how he is and who he is, though he’s been struggling to figure out how exactly to go about it. It might be said that his first goal, the one he must achieve for he can get to the second one, is to find a system of morals that makes sense to him.
Greatest Fear
Vim can’t be entirely sure it’s possible to change, and this would be his worst fear: to find out that people simply are what they are and there’s nothing they can do about that.
Family
Mother: Felicity
Father: Earnest
Brother: Brio
Relationships
Romantic? No, not any more. Vim has a lot of people who don’t like him for various reasons, though, if that can be counted as relationships. Though few are really after his blood, and then most they’ll do is shun him, the fact remains that Vim’s made enemies nearly everywhere he’s gone - and he’s travelled around quite a lot of the kingdom.
Backstory
Vim can’t say he had a reason to turn out like he did. Maybe he’d like to be able to. He’d like to have a real sob story to tell, so that people would start to feel bad for him and make up excuses for the way he was. They’d call him a real redemption story. But instead the only thing he can say for himself is “I was a spoiled brat. I started out one and I’ve only gotten worse.” Vim’s parents weren’t nobility, but they made it clear that they were no peasants either. They had money - just enough to call themselves better, but not enough to call themselves wealthy. They were neither a model family nor an abusive one: they got along but they weren’t too close. Vim’s parents had little to do with his life, though not to the point of ignoring him. Though they weren’t the richest, they were wanting for very little and Vim’s parents never dedicated their lives to money the way that he did. They gave freely to their children, who could have whatever they wanted, and slightly less freely to the less fortunate. They were devoutly religious (something that always embarrassed Vim) and donates large sums of money to their small, humble little church.
How does such a nondescript beginning lead to a person with such disregard for others? Perhaps a child so spoiled, with parents who would give them whatever they wanted, started to want more. Maybe he started it out of curiosity, or a moment of weakness, and simply couldn’t find it in him to stop. Maybe he never really learned why it was that people had to look out for one another in the world. Or does it even really matter why? Vim used to make up reasons, to justify to himself why he wasn’t responsible for himself. Now he doesn’t think much about the why, which seems so very unimportant in the grand scheme of things.
Vim was, for most of his life, wealthier than his family had ever been, and he got all of his money from other people without having to do a thing for them. They gave it to him because they felt bad for him, or because they would have given him anything he asked for. He was with many women throughout the years, waiting until they started to resent him or grow suspicious and then leaving. If anybody confronted him, he would only say that he hadn’t broken any laws. If there was anything wrong with what he was doing, let the pathetic law enforcement come along and teach him a lesson. And for the most part, Vim lost absolutely nothing from what he did. Sure, people found out and some of them tried to get their revenge, but Vim was always way ahead of them. And there were times he did caught, and he nearly got himself killed, but those weren’t what made him change his mind about the way he was leading his life. What caused that he hasn't shared with many people, and perhaps he hasn't changed after all.
He’s done everything he can just to show that he’s different - everything short of saying sorry. Time will tell if that change is permanent, and, more importantly, if it’s real. For now Vim's been working for his brother, who owns a butcher shop and can just barely stand having Vim around.
Winter Month: 3 
Night 
Blizzard Moon: 
