Vincent Valentine

[High's .Valentine.]

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~Basic info~

Behind every great individual, there is that voice which keeps them going onward and toward their next great adventure. [/center][/i]

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Username
Northie

Other characters
The Old Men Closet

Is this character canon?
Yes

Link to audition thread
The Sleeping Demon

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~Character Info~

“I was frozen in time, but I feel as if my time is just beginning…” [/center][/b][/i]

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Name
Vincent Valentine

Nickname
Vince [Don’t you dare call him that], Vinnie [or that…]

Age
Chronologically: 55
Physically: 27

Birthplace
Radiant Garden

Gender
Male

Race
Human [{Genetically enhanced}]

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~Appearance~

“I am getting less…human.”

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Physical appearance

Vincent Valentine is a pretty…hard to miss guy.

He appears as a rather thin and frail figure. The man is much taller [6ft and a half] than wide, and doesn’t exhibit much muscles to boast about. Aside from the bland figure, the man himself is a spectacle. Cloaked in red, the man obviously look as if he had emerged recently from a coffin with his tattered cape, stiff mantle, and grim loose fitting body suit. The mantle of the cloak covers his shoulders and is tied together with buckles with the last two around his shoulders unbuckled to allow movements. The collar of the cloak successfully covers the bottom half of Vincent’s face, revealing only nose and eyes. Vincent’s cape is rather ratty, but in good enough condition. It stops short at his knees and creates a dramatic flapping noise whenever the man walks.

The body suit that makes up most of Vincent’s attire could be buttoned at the chest thanks to two rows of silver buttons. Two silver belts at the waist holds the loose clothing to him and reveals a thin torso. Along the right hip is a sheath for his gun, within easy reach when he gets trigger happy. The sleeves are tucked into a black glove on the right hand and a golden gauntlet on the left. The pant sleeves are also tucked into a pair of rather interesting boots…

Vincent’s boots and gauntlet are perhaps the most interesting and intriguing part of his attire. The gauntlet, which goes all the way up to Vincent’s elbow, is fashioned like a golden bear claw. The gauntlet is crudely put together through parts in order to give Vincent’s finger the freedom of movement. Each finger is a talon and sharp enough to puncture through skin and draw blood. As for his boots, the man sports calf high boots which look relatively normal except for the toes. Gold plates covered his toes and ankles, making his feet looks long and shrew like. The golden plated toes are just as sharp as his talons, giving him a vicious kick and punch.

Under that long mess of raven locks, Vincent possesses a pale and handsome visage. Pale lips, chiseled nose, and a stiff, manly jaw, Vincent appears to be the man of many girls’ dreams. Yet, much of his face is hidden by his hair, which is long and unsightly. The rest of it is hidden behind the mantle of his cloak and a crimson headband, which wound across his forehead. Parted to the left, Vincent’s black hair—spiky and long—pokes out from the top and cascades down the side of his face, hiding the rest of his features and leaving virtually…nothing to see. However, no matter how much effort he puts into hiding his face, nothing can tune down the intensity of his stern red eyes, which burns with anguish and lost hope.

{Mr. Valentine}

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~Personality~

”Cool? Hmm...I guess that's just the way I am, sorry.“

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Alignment
Neutral

Behavior Taciturn, brooding, Vincent Valentine is no doubt an enigma. Not much is known about Vincent and possibly not much will ever be known about the mysterious man in red due to his reluctance to reveal anything about his past except in scattered pieces. Vincent does a wonderful job of keeping himself in check, which means no unnecessary chattering, and no unnecessary expression of emotion unless the situation direly requires a response from the man. This philosophy produced an upright, estranged statue that every once in awhile would nod in approval, or give important and deeply thoughtful tidbits to remind everyone that yes, he’s still alive and breathing.

Despite being sparse with words, when he does talk, he’s blunt and to the point, sometimes even sardonic and bitter. However, people around him feel the need to listen whenever he speaks since the times when he would open his mouth is so rare that one must be attentive when the brooding man does decide to address whoever he happens to be with. Most of the time, Vincent has useful information and he seemed to know more than he lets on. Otherwise, the man prefers to spend his time alone. A loner by nature, Vincent refuses to mingle with crowds unless forced to do so, and spends very little time in society.

Underneath the pale, reserved shell however is a man in turmoil. One might admire the man’s ability to pull himself together after such suffering. However, Vincent Valentine is swiftly descending a downward spiral. The man’s appearance—haggard long hair, wild ripped cloak, and sharp golden talons—reflects his true emotional state underneath. While Vincent is a practical man who is immune to impractical emotions—such as overzealous joy or irrepressible sadness—the man cannot control his depression. Battered by large amounts of flashbacks and sour memories, unstable and uncontrollable, Vincent often sinks into manic depressive states where he would merely become unfeeling, calloused, aloof and sometimes even short tempered.

Unable to forgive himself for his ultimately tragic mistakes, the man can come off heartless and icy simply because he could not quite bother with anyone beyond himself and his agony. Vincent is not eager to help unless the problem involves Hojo or himself in some direct way, and many of his actions must help him achieve his ultimate goal—to take revenge on Hojo.

However, despite his ice cold heart and inner havoc, the man is not a villain. Vincent never kills unless deemed necessary—he would not hesitate a single moment to shoot a bullet through someone who deserved it—and he would offer up his skills if it was a life or death situation. Other than that, there is very little that the man cares about. Either that, or he just doesn’t display it.

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~Weapons~

”Where can I buy a phone?”

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Primary Weapon(s)

ID
{Cerberus}

Quality
Fine

Out of all of Vincent Valentine’s arsenal of firearms, Cerberus is perhaps the gunner’s most prized weapon. A semi-automatic, triple barrel, triple chamber revolver, the gun is crafted with slick black metal. Three feral dogs of hell are crafted along the barrels, along with wave like patterns etched into the metal. The handle is a fine mahogany grip, heavy enough to make it hurt if Vincent was to shove the butt of the gun in your face. Attached to the grip is a short chain with a winged Cerberus ornament. The revolver reloads after every sixth shot, and fires three bullets at once, making it a lethal weapon against man and beast. The caped gunner methodically cleans his equipments like a loving mother, making sure they always shine and perform their best. Vincent miraculously has a large amount of bullets in handy to reload.

[Upgrade: Scope]
Gaining a scope on the Cerberus, Vincent’s accuracy is increased by two folds, making it easier for him to locate his target even when he is in full motion, as if the world had slowed down enough for the man to see everything in speed walking pace, no matter how fast his opponents or himself is moving. Thus while normal people’s accuracy with firearms decreases while they move about, scale buildings and do summersaults, Vincent remains deadly accurate. A true bullseye. The Upgrade: Scope does not make it impossible to dodge Vincent’s rapid firing, only make it seem as if Vincent is always performing at top notch. Be careful, he knows where his targets are…

Strength
Weak

Uses
Passive

[Upgrade: Automatic Reload] LOCKED

[Upgrade: Maximize] LOCKED

[Death Penalty] LOCKED

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Secondary Weapon(s)

ID
[Griffon]
A Thompson machine gun, the Griffon has the ability to fire rapidly, but only one bullet at a time. Compared to the firepower of Cerberus, Griffon is but a tiny bee sting. Get too much of it though, and it’ll be just like one hit from the Cerberus.

ID
[Hydra]
A bolt-action rifle with a shot more powerful than the Cerberus but inconvenient in close range and when rapid firing is needed.

ID
[Gorgon Claw]
The golden paw of a beast, Vincent’s left forearm is a prosthetic made out of cold sharp metal. Sharp enough to tear right through flesh, the man can claw away at his enemy like a crazy dog if they get too close. He much prefers the sophisticated bangs of his guns though.

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~Abilities~

“That was my sin, and this is my punishment.”

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AP left: 6

[Inhuman]
Inhuman, in no ways like a mortal. Inhuman speed, inhuman agility, inhuman dexterity, inhuman endurance. All these attributes Vincent had gained not through sweat blood and tears but through vicious experimentation on his once dead body. The crimson gunner could move like no others, doing multiple flips in mid-air, springing out of explosions at the last minute, scaling buildings, make daredevil stunts all the while shooting as if he was standing still on his two feet. As if to make up for his nimbleness, the Gunner’s upper arm strength is about as great as your average office worker. Able to lift up one heavy printer at a time, winning an arm wrestling contest against him might be a surprisingly simple feat. Nevertheless, Vincent is well aware of his weakness. An amazingly beautiful figure to watch in battle, Vincent Valentine is no opponent you want to actually be up against in the end.

Strength
Moderate

Uses
Passive


[Limit: Gallian Beast] LOCKED


Items

1.

2.


Equips

1.
Fire I
Allows the user to shoot a head-sized fireball at high speed with slight homing ability. Very difficult to dodge at medium range. Explodes on contact and deals weak fire-elemental magic damage. 10 uses per battle.


2.

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Special Abilities

N/A


Minions

N/A


Summons

N/A

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~History~

“More nightmares will come to me now, more than I previously had.”

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Character Relationships

Lucrecia
Vincent’s one true love. Also the one he could not save, a fate that ultimately turned the man into who he is today.
Current Status: Unknown

Hojo
A man of few goals, Vincent is tight bent on hunting down the man who pushed him off the edge—Professor Hojo. Enacting his revenge on Hojo might be one of the main reasons why Vincent still survives to this day. And it’s the motivational fire that drives Valentine on through his suffering and self scorn. Aside from that, Vincent cares for very little.
Current Status: Unknown

Two years ago, Sora slept under Twilight Town.
Three years ago, the same Keyblade wielder arrived in Traverse Town, a young man who had lost everything except the hope in his heart.
Eleven years ago, a mechanic and his friends prospered in a world that was about to be destroyed by one.
Fourteen Years ago, the one arrived in the Gardens.
Twenty eight years ago, that was the year when Vincent Valentine died.

Believe it or not, Vincent Valentine was once normal. He had two very normal, but very fast hands, a healthy complexion, laughed freely, and loved unconditionally. The childhood of Valentine was a boring tale, where the boy was spoiled and favored and while it was memorable and heart-warming, it was of no importance to us. His greatest turning point in life was the day his father, Grimoire Valentine, died.

He heard very little details of his father’s death. And without his mother for support, Vincent’s life of spoils and ease ended. The boy did not grow up bitter and resentful however. Though the transition from that of a well took after boy into a suddenly independent teen was a difficult one, Vincent took the event rather well. A brilliant and ambitious child from the start, Vincent’s tragedies supposedly ended with his father as he moved on to become a guard of the royal family of Radiant Garden, specifically as a marksman with a highly praised aim.

Young and naïve, Vincent Valentine thought he would have many more women come and go in his life before he finally settles down. Little did he know that he will meet the one so early on in life, and that she will never be his.

Sent to supervise a certain project funded by the royal house, who had their own hand in such science experiments, Vincent had very little idea what he was going to go into. The assignment was to make sure the scientists don’t get out of hand and to keep the project a hush-hush. In a sense, Vincent was sent to be the baby sitter. However, the moment he met the scientists involved in the experiments, all initial thoughts and bitterness were flung out the window. Never the romantic, Vincent was drawn to the single woman in the group—Lucrecia Crescent. It didn’t take long for the Guard to fall heads over tails for her honey browned hair and tranquil eyes.

Everything would have went well, for the Doctor seemed to respond to his strong emotions and affection, until she discovered that her body guard, Vincent Valentine, was actually the son of her previous associate, Grimoire Valentine. Grimoire had saved the woman from an error in her experiment, but the blast had killed him instead in the brave act. Lucrecia soon found herself unable to love Vincent back without the heart wrenching sense of remorse and guilt for causing his father’s death.

Despite the discovery that his father had died for the same woman years ago, Vincent was relentless in his pursuit for her. If not for the fact that Lucrecia’s conscience would never allowed for such a relationship, Vincent Valentine would have never fallen…

After much cajoling, apologizing, and sobbing, Lucrecia severed any connections and any emotions she had for the man, leaving the young Guard confused and hurt. In order to permanently stamp out any notion of regret over abandoning Vincent, Lucrecia plunged herself into a relationship with Hojo, her associate. Vincent would only watch, dejected, and on the sidelines as the project continued. Though he despised Hojo, he did nothing to deter Lucrecia from what he thought was her happiness.

Soon, the man discovered that Hojo, in his feverish hope for results had began injecting concoctions in himself and his associates. Horrified by the immorality of the experiments, the last straw came when he found out that Hojo was actually experimenting on Lucrecia, who at the time was pregnant with the mad man’s child. Gripped by an overwhelming fit of rage, Vincent entered the lab to confront Hojo and to stop him from causing any further harm.

The argument ended faster than Vincent expected.

Bang!

As he fell back, his vision blurred, his limbs stopped working, but he could hear her scream, loud and clear: VINCENT!

For some reason, he heard their argument even as the world went dark, and blood poured from his wound until he was cold. Then the hysteric cries of an anguished woman was all that he could hear until finally, he was gone.

What went on afterwards Vincent only remembered in sporadic flashes. An ailing body brought back to life at the hands of a mad scientist, the high nasally voice of Hojo calling him useless, sobs, agony, suffering. The first time he opened his eyes—or was it the seventh?—his hands were gone, replaced by hideous claws. Vincent—or was he Vincent?—screamed, before something cold and painful stabbed itself into his arm. Then it was more darkness.

When he regained consciousness again, he saw her, crying and pounding the keyboards in front of him. Lucrecia’s image was distorted, as if she had been placed inside a vat of green liquid. Or was it he who was in the tube? He wanted to reach out and comfort her, but he could not move, nothing was under his control. Again, he passed out.

The next time he woke up, yellow eyes peered at him. A hollowed smile, sharp incisors, a red bandanna. The vision was clear. His hearing was astoundingly excellent. Wasn’t he supposed to be pile of bones by now?

“Nice find, Braig. Xehanort would be pleased”

“In perfect condition too, don’t you think Even? This was the subject Hojo tested on fourteen years ago. Even after so long, everything’s still attached, except that arm. But otherwise, I think the mad man did himself proud this time.”

“No…you can’t have him…”

“Dr. Crescent, for the sake of Ansem’s current study, which could be revolutionary to the citizens of Radiant Garden, we shall confiscate this body. Regardless of your decisions. You have long passed from the Royal Family’s favor.”

“He’s not just some body, you can’t take him…you CAN’T!”

“Can it, you old witch. Go back to your little cave, or do you want me to send you there?”

“Watch yourself, Braig. Put that energy of yours into carrying the body back to the lab. Xehanort is waiting.”

“Hey, show some gratitude, Ice Man. I found the dead guy after all.”

Picked up by scrawny arms that exhibited a great amount of power, Vincent found himself hopelessly useless as he was carried up what seemed to be stairs. Not a single fiber of his muscles seemed to be working though his senses soared. Behind the three, stifled sobs exploded into a cacophony of wails as the door closed behind them.

What followed was unknown to the male except for the occasional bursts when consciousness returns to him. We do know however, that between three pairs of hands, an attempt to fuse a human body and a heartless was carried out on Vincent. While Hojo had killed the man fourteen years ago, whatever he had done to him afterwards seemed to have been the exact thing the scientists were looking for. An immortal body that refused to rot and was strong enough to take on the strain of different transformations. As his bones, skin, and organs contorted under each change, Vincent Valentine remained blissfully ‘dead’ to the pain of his body’s changes, occasionally struck by a bought of pain that can last for hours, bringing on enough power to shatter the test tube glass and wreck chaos in the labs, only to be detained by several equally powerful arms wielding lances, hammer, and gun.

Spurred on by the success of their first human subject, the scientists turned their eyes on many others, while working on Vincent’s greatest and last transformation. Something that not even the royal guards can detain.

Utter Chaos.

The experiment would have taken a turn for the worse, if not for the fact that a lone woman, who had perished on the inside so long ago, left her lab with a circular orb that she knew can save her beloved.

The protomateria was inserted in Vincent’s chest. A strange substance that could save the man inside while the monsters roamed. And with that, Lucrecia Crescent vanished. Died of heartbreak as they would have said.

We are familiar with what happened next.

The scientists, like Hojo before, had became so entranced by their own experimentation, that instead of benefitting the citizens of Radiant Garden as a certain scientist had promised the doctor before, plunged the whole world into darkness. Thanks to the protomateria Lucrecia had placed in him as a last parting gift, Vincent was spared of the heartless onslaught, his heart hidden by the overwhelming power of the orb and the actual destruction of the world.

Finally, Vincent was placed in a coffin, whether voluntary or involuntary, no one would ever know. Lucrecia was supposedly dead, though tales of the experiment Hojo had placed on her years before had kept the woman’s body in such a condition that she was, like Vincent, immortal. Vincent wishes nothing more than to wither away in his grave yet his body did not even allow him that one simple pleasure. Vincent had turned into a demon, and even death flee from him, too cowardly to take his life. He could not even sleep in peace, his long slumber distraught by nightmares and agony, making him restless and slowly tearing away at his psyche.

However, he will remain in that coffin until the world ends and he will forever shoulder the burden of his initial passive stance, which ultimately lead to the death of his beloved. That is, until one day…a group of certain someone’s found him, a gaunt, breathing man with a heavy past.

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~Class~

Before you embark on your journey a vision comes upon you. You see three weapons in front of you.

~ A sword of terrible destruction - The power of the warrior: Invincible courage.

~ A shield to repel all - The power of the guardian: Kindness to aid friends.

~ A staff of wonder and ruin - The power of the mystic: Inner strength.

You know that one of them must be chosen. What power will you seek?

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~ A sword of terrible destruction - The power of the warrior: Invincible courage.

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~Other~

PROFILE DONE IN A HURRY. Too lazy to come up with abilities at the moment. DX

As for the history, I had inspiration from Bilby, so credits to him for that.

Tab:
1 fine upgrade for weapon - 200
1 Fire1 equip - 150
Total: 350

[seraph]

My first Mod job xD

Moving on. You say you did this profile in a hurry? It's rather impressive.

Having your abilities 'locked' isn't a problem. In fact there is next to no problems with this profile what so ever.

But to add constructive criticism ( like a good CMod should xD ) I would avoid using canon characters in the history in the future. As the ones you have mentioned ( aside from Lucrecia and Hojo ) aren't directly related to Vincent in his respective 'home game' but are prominent characters in the KH universe, I would normally deny such a history because of this. However. Since the complete beings of the Organization haven't become canon characters ( on the sites CC list ) then I suppose you are free to do as you choose. Plus your an administrator xD.

So...ACCEPTED

The thread will be locked and moved along with the appropriate munny taken from your account.