Age: 24.
Gender: Male.
Appearance: Slim and wirey form, for ease of speed, something nessicary as a thief. Dispite being clinically dead, he looks absolutely normal. No rotting, though his eyes look a little dull and lifeless. In his alternate form, he looks like a typical fox, save for the jeweled necklace around his neck.
History: Vincent had a normal childhood, though chose a less reputable path in life, theft. He had a few kills, most of them guards who tired to stop him. Eventually he was caught and sentanced. After the execution his body was give nto a legal necromancer for his own use. Vincent was raised again, though within limits. Emotion, he can only have it when his master allows it. He must obay every command his master gives him. Aside from that Vincent is mostly free, though his master chose not to let Vincent have any memories from life, other than tricks of his trade. After a time working for his master, he was given small necklace, being told that when worn would change his form to that of a fox, a means of escape. However, because of his limitations emotion confuses him, he does not know how to express it. When he is told to by his master, or when he must, he can carry a weapon, a Lee Enfield No.1 MKIII* and a bayonet, the common rifle in his time pierod.









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What is L.O.V.E.?
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Beware the face of despair - Xaldin
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Che cosa? Perché è quel quando mai qualcuno mi fa una domanda e rispondo in Italain che ottengono confusi ?
... for beauty is nothing but the begining of a terror we can just barely endure and we admire it so, because it calmly distains to destroy us.
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Che cosa? Perché è quel quando mai qualcuno mi fa una domanda e rispondo in Italain che ottengono confusi ?
... for beauty is nothing but the begining of a terror we can just barely endure and we admire it so, because it calmly distains to destroy us.
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Che cosa? Perché è quel quando mai qualcuno mi fa una domanda e rispondo in Italain che ottengono confusi ?
... for beauty is nothing but the begining of a terror we can just barely endure and we admire it so, because it calmly distains to destroy us.
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But late at night i hear you cry, Your taste for dirt just makes me smile
In soviet russia, bucket puke in YOU!!
What a country! When I first came to America I went to a resteraunt. They asked me how many in my party. I replied "Six hundred million."
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welcome to my world, where the creditcard companies owe YOU money. now welcome to reality, I can not cause this so you have just wasted another 15 seconds of your short pitiful meaningless life reading this. thank you.
XD
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But late at night i hear you cry, Your taste for dirt just makes me smile
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A dream is a wish your heart makes....
Will my wishes come true?
Do you believe in the dreams your heart makes?
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