Vincent

Name: Vincent Grotto

Age: 21

Race: Half Dark Elf, Half Trash Panda

Gender: Male

Height: 6'0"

Sexuality: Homosexual 

Personality: 

While able to express himself if he wants to, Vincent simply keeps his emotions stomped down and locked away in his heart so he doesn't feel much. After doing so for so long it's just become part of his personality and leaves him uncaring about most of the world. His favorite habit is picking on people and figuring out their limits, but gets confused if he finds someone who doesn't react or mind just how far he's willing to go to push someone. He'll go so far as to pull out one of his favorite knives to stab someone if they simply can't be cracked to see the effects. Down at his core he really does just want company, but can't express himself properly anymore so ends up scaring people away instead. When he does find someone who doesn't mind his twisted personality though, he'll do everything in his power to keep them safe. It'll make him more dangerous too towards other people as well though, becoming more than willing to hurt someone if they put a finger on someone he's claimed as 'his'.

History: 

Dealt a foul hand from the start, Vincent was an accidental child that his parents were far too young to take care of in a poor neighborhood. While both of his parents simply agreed to abort the unwanted child, his only saving grace was an older friend of theirs that offered to take it once he was born since she couldn't have one of her own. It was a hard life, but his adopted mother was a pretty young kitsune that lived in a brothel, which ended up being the only home Vincent ever knew. She loved the child dearly, even if she couldn't give him the best of homes.

Growing up, he was always on guard around the women who wore too much makeup and smelled funny, but they were kind enough to him when not working. Often getting shooed away if he wandered outside of his mother's room, he was a lovable little pest. Still, he was a curious child and had a strong desire to learn about things, which turned against him the more he ventured in the low class brothel. 

One night Vince had went in search of his mother after a nightmare and walked in on her with a customer treating her roughly. While he was old enough to understand he wasn't suppose to come in at night, he charged the man and tackled him, managing to leave bite marks with his little teeth before his mother dragged him off. She hurried back to their room, hushing the trembling child as he kept apologizing and asking if his mother was okay. Kissing his forehead, she said she was fine and that she needed him to be a big boy for her and not let his emotions get the best of him. He was just settling down when someone came to the door. As much as she told him everything was going to be okay, he couldn't shake the feeling of dread that came by when the owner knocked at the door and took her away with the customer waiting at the end of the hall.

It was the last he ever saw of the woman who cherished him; alive. Unnaturally cruel, the owner returned to the room and brought him in to take care of his mother's used and mangled body, sickening the boy. He couldn't complete the task and was left in a sobbing mess in the room as he watched one of the other girl's sent in to take care of it.

Without anywhere else to go, Vincent's life was a hell of cleaning the rooms and trying to help take care of the women with more abusive customer's until he was old enough to begin work himself. If it wasn't for the other women he started to get protective of as he grew up. It was difficult on him, but he learned to lock away his emotions and stop feeling all together, giving him an uncaring personality that helped when he took up work and to forget about his mother.

Getting more interesting male customers, he started making up lists on people, developing a good memory of the different kinks they would have him perform since he had a preference towards dominating and breaking people. While he occasionally was forced into submitting and various methods, he was impossible to break himself.

One of these sessions went terribly wrong when he was waiting on a customer and in walked the man who he had always assumed was responsible for his mother's death. At first he was calm, but whether it was out of some sick enjoyment or not, the man started telling Vincent about how much he was better than his mother. Stone faced as ever, he simply stopped and pulled a knife kept for self defense. Calm as ever, he stabbed the confused man straight through the heart without a second thought, staring at the body as it withered and stilled before him. For the first time in years, laughter could be heard from the room, an insane, relieved sort of laughter that brought in one of the girl's passing by who screamed at the sight.

Labeled as a charge for self-defense by the women who testified in Vincent's defense, he was sent off to jail to pay for the crime. Not caring in the least, he was resigned to serve his time in quiet solitude, though unable to kick his habits of trying to break people.

Extra:

• Has a sweet tooth
• Weak to cute things
• Doesn't submit or take crap from anyone now that he doesn't have to
• Tends to take a violent approach to things
• If he laughs; be afraid
• Doesn't actually like being alone despite pushing people
• Will put people into categories of Interesting, Stay away, or Broken
• Has a love of knives, always wanting to have one within reach