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In Character Information
character name: Vincent Phantomhive.
Fandom: Kuroshitsuji.
Timeline: Pre-death by only a day (so basically, from post-flashback in Ch. 32).
character's age: 35 (or so I'm saying; we have no canon age for him).
powers, skills, pets and equipment: Vincent has no supernatural talents canonly, but he has no shortage of skills of the non-supernatural variety. He's highly skilled at manipulating people, noted by other characters in the series as one of a group of 'evil noblemen.' As he held a position as the Queen of England's 'watchdog,' we can also assume that he was possessed of a number of other talents, likely including espionage, investigation and possibly even assassination.
Upon his arrival in Anatole, the Mist will grant him a few new attributes: enhanced senses of hearing, sight, smell, and with them, the ability to 'track' people or objects, which almost functions as a sense in and of itself. People and objects leave 'trails' that are discernible to Vincent both in sight and scent. If one wanted to avoid being tracked, masking their scent (as by crossing water, or passing through a thick throng of people) and moving superhumanly quickly (something like flash step or teleportation) would do the trick.
When Vince is 'canon updated' (sometime later), he'll receive one last gift from the Mist - not really a 'power,' as such, but a sort of quirk. Having realized his death and recognized that he's intended to be dead, Vince will acquire a form of sublimation. He will spontaneously turn into a ghostly fog/mist (sadly not of the magical variety) for brief periods of time. He won't have any control over it, so while he may occasionally be fortunate enough to dissolve right before he gets punched, for example, it's all a matter of luck. He might just as likely dissipate while trying to hug someone.
As for equipment, Vincent comes packaged with a Colt SAA and a Reichsrevolver M79 for backup. ♥
canon history: Wiki. Disregard the 'Anime Synopsis' section; I'm pulling him from the manga.
personality: Vincent Phantomhive is known to most to be a generous, good-humoured and amiable man. He's noted for his abundant kindness, his consideration for others, and, at the same time, the darker aspects of his life. Vincent Phantomhive, like his father before him, is known as the 'guard dog' to Queen Victoria of England. On her orders, he will carry out 'morally grey' operations without question and without fail, and he has taken and ruined many lives in the course of his work for Her Majesty. It's something that, with his bleeding heart, he mourns every day, but not something that he has ever regretted. He takes immense pride in what he does, and in carrying on the illustrious Phantomhive name as his father desired him to.
He puts much of his time and effort into serving Her Majesty as well as running his company - the Funtom Company, which makes toys and games for children of all ages. However, neither of these things takes priority over the most important factor in his life: his family. His beloved wife, Rachel, and his darling son, Ciel, are the absolute world to him, and he puts their safety and happiness before everything else, including orders from Her Majesty. Were he forced to make a choice, he would sooner be a traitor to his country than a failure to his family. (Seriously, I cannot stress enough how much of a family man this guy is. You have no idea.)
With his family, friends and strangers alike, Vincent is a witty conversationalist and a social butterfly. He comes off as being naturally friendly and approachable, and makes friends very easily. The sort of generosity people might normally bestow upon their most loved ones is the sort of generosity that Vincent sees fit to bestow upon complete strangers: he invites children from the local orphanage into his home on the holidays, and donates liberally to charities as well as to individuals in need. In some respects, these things are done to ease his conscience, because he feels as though he needs to create some form of balance for all the evil he's done in his life.
The strong points of his personality are numerous, but not innumerable. He's a naturally magnetic person; others are drawn to him, and it makes him an excellent leader. His loyalties are deep and unshakable, and he doesn't shy away from hard work. While generally a 'good' person, he is also quite capable of manipulation, extortion, and other unsavory things in the name of Her Majesty or his family.
In his own opinion, Vincent's weaknesses outnumber his strengths, but he tends to be hard on himself. He's been accused of being too generous - he'll give you a second chance, and a third, and a fourth, and he will empty his pockets for you and give you the shirt off his back, even if he knows he's being duped. His softheartedness makes it nearly impossible for him to say no, and that includes the discipline of his son, which he typically leaves in his wife's hands, as he's no good at it. Children in general are a distinct weakness for him, and on the rare occasion that his work for the Queen puts him in such a position that he's had to kill a child, it's eaten him alive ever since.
His role as Her Majesty's guard dog has changed him in remarkable ways since he took the responsibility from his late father. His once-optimistic views have been dimmed, and while he'd never let you know it, his opinion of humans as a race and his hopes and dreams for the future have all been horribly warped. He has trouble really trusting people, not that it stops him from letting them take advantage. The things he's done haunt him daily, and the side of himself that he keeps in reserve for Her Majesty can sometimes slip out, causing him to go a bit overboard, especially if his family's safety is in question.
why do you feel this character would be appropriate to the setting? His canon is fairly dark in nature to begin with, and his character especially so: he was one of the 'evil noblemen,' the watchdog to the Queen, who carried out her bidding in what Ciel, the watchdog after him, has shown us were often likely to be unsavoury/morally grey ways.
Writing Samples
Network Post Sample: A DM post! I know the post itself doesn't do much for giving you a feel of the character, but I think (hope) you'll find that the particular thread I linked to does a much better job.
Aaaand from a former game. Again, the threads are more telling than the post. ♥
Third Person Sample: The forest finally began to whisper again. Vincent's presence had rendered it still and silent for nearly an hour. Now that he was still and silent, the ambient sounds resumed slowly. He continued to wait patiently.
Finally, the crunching sound of underbrush caught his ear. He refocused his eyes, looking into the trees for an incongruous movement. There -
That wasn't a deer.
He felt his heart sink as he watched her move from tree to tree, stepping daintily over roots, smiling daringly at him through the branches. Every time he thought he'd finally adjusted to the Mist and the visions it brought, he was proven wrong. Every time he saw her, he missed her more than ever.
Closing his eyes, he counted silently to ten. When he opened them again, she was still there, head cocked, teasing. He set his jaw and looked beyond her.
That was a deer, and a hell of one, at that. Vincent fingered an arrow thoughtfully, watching the massive beast mill around the base of a tree. It would certainly serve more than a few dinners.
He notched the arrow in his bow carefully and without a sound, and drew the bow in much the same way. She stood beside the deer, stroking its hide. Vincent realized with a sick lurch that he was going to have to shoot through her, hallucination or not. He held his breath and let the arrow fly.
The blood splashed her white dress - her wedding dress, he reflected, and hated this place all over again - and the creature jerked, stumbled, and ran. His wife simply fell, like a puppet with cut strings. Vincent walked right past her, his eyes on the trail that the deer left. It was a soft, muted forest green that almost blended with the flora. He could smell the blood and the musk from its fur. Now that he was on the move again, the rest of the woods were quiet, and he could hear the desperate crashing of a wounded animal, as well.
When at last it stopped, he approached. It saw him coming, heard him, and struggled, thrashed, but it was growing weaker by the second. He could leave it alone for a few minutes and wait for it to die, but he'd be the only one. There were hungrier beasts about, and he'd be lucky if he didn't get attacked before he got out of here. Besides, it seemed only decent to end the poor thing's suffering.
He slit its throat quickly and got to work. The whole carcass was too large to take back, so he'd have to take what he could.
Anything else? Nope! ♥