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Name: Vincent Redfield

Race: Human

Gender: Male

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Age: Unknown

Rank: Junior Dragoon

Appearance: Vince stands at five feet, ten inches, with a build slightly larger than what would be considered 'medium', but not overly muscled. Dyed locks of hair fall down a bit past shoulder length, tied neatly in a ponytail. Cleanshaven.  No scars to speak of, except on his right shoulder he bears the Mark of his Brotherhood, the dragoon, and on his right shoulder two intertwining 'V's. He once had two miscolored eyes, one green and one blue, but ever since comming back from his 'absense', they've both turned a dull reddish color. Once in a while, a 'squeak' or the sound of a mechanism turning is audible while Vince is in motion.


Personality: Vince was once a jovial, happy, playful being, with only the slightest sternity of demeanor, hinting he was, in fact, a guard. Now, since his 'return', he's become slightly cold, a little less outgoing and kind, but he's still retained some of his playfullness and a tinge of kindheartedness. Politically speaking, Vince is a closet anarchist, and while his main profession is a guard, something else must attribute to a few extra bruises and that blood-soaked cloak hanging up in his room...did I mention he has almost no nightlife?

History: Vince's history is a long, confusing, and intertwining story. Growing up on the streets of Britian as a lower-middle-class child, Vince has almost nothing to look foreward to except inheiting the family tavern and living a life of boring glass-cleaning. Unlike most boys whose fathers or brothers or families were killed by orcs or the undead and sought to join the millitary for revenge, Vince did it simply because he knew his parents (or parent, Vince never knew his father, thought it was rumored he was an extremely powerful, yet evil mage. In a battle, it was told to him by a messenger his son was born. Not wanting to give his son the 'Nyte' surname which would die with him, his father, Chaos, looked over the battlefield. Thus, he would be known as 'Redfield' because of the bloodstained fields.) couldn't possibly track him down. So, at 15, he managed to lie his way into the Yewian millitary.

        Yewian life saw Vince to grow up as a strong and capable warrior at the ripe age of 18. Considered among the best, Vince's go got the better of him. He became brutal, and unrelenting. Finally, after the Yellow War, Vince was dishonorably discharged. He fled to Trinsic. There, he thought, he could hone his skills further. He joined a small faction, known then as the 'Trinsic Shades', a rag-tag group of...well misfits.  Vince having the only knowledge of maceplay and battle, he was designated as the 'guard'  while the organization toiled in its more illegal venues. Chasing a fleeing enemy, he was bitten on the ankle at age 24 just outside the city gates. He woke up days later, and the organization had moved, left, deserted poor Vince. It was time to look for more work. Seeing a flyer for the Baronship of Cove, it was the logical decision. Since then, however, Vince managed to retain his good looks...and still does.

After a few months service in the Baronship, which he had come to love and thrive in because of his knowledge of enemy tactics, the idea was proposed: Merge with Yew. Finally, Vince thought, a chance to show them up! A large percentage of the Baronship proceeded to then marge with the Yewians. This is where Vince stayed for some years. He became a founding member of the Merrymen, under Joey Lanai, a division long disbanded by Yew Command. Many of the 'mergers' deserted, and went back to Cove, leaving Vince back where he started. He reamined, this is where he was comfortable. A few months time saw Vince in the guillotine, however, awaiting excecution for war crimes and inter-rank murder.  Before 'Justice' could be served...he was rescued! By Lanai and his former Covian-mates. Once again residing in Cove, having spent 2 terms in both major powers of the world, Vince is once again at the top of his game. For a while, Vince went missing..noone knows of this strange year-and-a-half period, but when he returned, Vince seemed...stronger, and slightly colder than usual. Also his eyes have turned from blue and green to red (Story detailed in the IC board under 'Smoldered Faith'). Now a Dragoon, and among the powerful again, he wreaks havoc on Yew, the Loyalists, and all enemies of the Baronship.

Quotes "Maces are the best! And don't you forget it!"
             "You're all saved, I'm here."
             "I'm the Best!"