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Character: Vincent Nightlay
Series: Pandora Hearts
Age: 23. Ish.
Job: Camp Seamstress
Canon: On the night of his coming-of-age ceremony, Oz Vesalius was unceremoniously chucked into the Abyss by some charming folks in hoods and cloaks. Not his best day. While down there, he met a girl called Alice, also known as the "chain" (monstrous pokemon who make contracts with people) Bea Rabbit - and with her help, returned to the world. Ten years after he left, which we'll agree is a long time to dally about eating cookies. Having escaped from the Abyss, Oz and Alice are greeted by the organisation Pandora - and, neither helped or hindered by the representatives of said organisation, head off to patch up the holes in Alice's memories.
Existing to monitor the Abyss, Pandora is made up of representatives from the Four Great Duke Houses, one of which is the Nightlay House. A few years before Oz was kicked into the Abyss, they adopted a boy named Vincent Nightlay, who grew up to be an exceptionally pleasant and well-bred young man. Prone to continual smiles and falling asleep in unusual places (thanks to his chain, the Dormouse), Vincent strives for a good first impression - yet despite this, and the fact he is a pretty princess, Vincent nevertheless manages to give everyone he meets the raving heebie jeebies. There's a good reason for that - Vincent is an unstable individual who continually plots against everyone he knows, to protect his secrets and further his ambitions, with no exceptions. While there is someone he cares about - his brother, Oz's servant Gilbert - it doesn't stop him from using Gil to further his ends.
Sample Post:
Mm? Ah, it appears I must have dozed off. I apologise about your spine, I can honestly say that I had no idea it would be so fragile. I really am terribly sorry. I didn't intend to extend my arm quite so far ... and it was only the slightest of pressure ... but it was an accident, most certainly. It's fortunate for you, I suppose, that you can just place your head back on so easily. If you couldn't, I suppose being apologetic would be a waste of time, hm? It's a curious talent you have - I've seen several unusual things of late, but never someone who can reconstruct their spine purely by vigorously pressing their skull back to their shoulders. That's very interesting indeed.
It's unfortunate that I chose here to fall asleep ... not that there are many better places, are there? I suppose it's best to make do with what comes to hand. Ah, no, that wasn't an invitation to give me yours. As I was about to say, this ... substance on my clothes won't do at all -- I do hope, sir, that it isn't yours. Especially since my arrival in this charming place was prompted by a letter I received asking for my services, and it's never appropriate to arrive so mussed upon the first day of a new post. Even if the job isn't one I have accepted as of yet. Still, although this place isn't precisely what I expected, it's still better to make the best of things; while I was satisfied enough in my previous occupation, it would be dull of me to be closed-minded to a new experience, would it not? Yet, I feel there might have been some mistake about the position ... for one thing, a seamstress tends to be female; secondly, I have no particular prowess in sewing. I've never been entirely interested in putting things together.
Still, if the position as "seamstress" is one this place is going to insist I take up, I must add that it seems your seams are somewhat ... lacking in cohesion. I would say, in fact, that they're downright shoddy, especially in the shoulder area - you look rather more like a lab attendant for a mad scientist than the dignified gentleman which I'm sure you are. Haha, if I were you I'd be perfectly miserable ... even you should know full well that you choose the colour of your thread to match the colour of the material. That should be off-green, as far as this case is concerned. There's only one thing to do for you, I'm afraid ♥ - we'll have to start again. While it may be an utterly grotesque task, I suppose I'll make an effort to assist you ... I do, after all, have a pair of scissors right here.
Come, now. Off with your head.
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Series: Pandora Hearts
Age: 23. Ish.
Job: Camp Seamstress
Canon: On the night of his coming-of-age ceremony, Oz Vesalius was unceremoniously chucked into the Abyss by some charming folks in hoods and cloaks. Not his best day. While down there, he met a girl called Alice, also known as the "chain" (monstrous pokemon who make contracts with people) Bea Rabbit - and with her help, returned to the world. Ten years after he left, which we'll agree is a long time to dally about eating cookies. Having escaped from the Abyss, Oz and Alice are greeted by the organisation Pandora - and, neither helped or hindered by the representatives of said organisation, head off to patch up the holes in Alice's memories.
Existing to monitor the Abyss, Pandora is made up of representatives from the Four Great Duke Houses, one of which is the Nightlay House. A few years before Oz was kicked into the Abyss, they adopted a boy named Vincent Nightlay, who grew up to be an exceptionally pleasant and well-bred young man. Prone to continual smiles and falling asleep in unusual places (thanks to his chain, the Dormouse), Vincent strives for a good first impression - yet despite this, and the fact he is a pretty princess, Vincent nevertheless manages to give everyone he meets the raving heebie jeebies. There's a good reason for that - Vincent is an unstable individual who continually plots against everyone he knows, to protect his secrets and further his ambitions, with no exceptions. While there is someone he cares about - his brother, Oz's servant Gilbert - it doesn't stop him from using Gil to further his ends.
Sample Post:
Mm? Ah, it appears I must have dozed off. I apologise about your spine, I can honestly say that I had no idea it would be so fragile. I really am terribly sorry. I didn't intend to extend my arm quite so far ... and it was only the slightest of pressure ... but it was an accident, most certainly. It's fortunate for you, I suppose, that you can just place your head back on so easily. If you couldn't, I suppose being apologetic would be a waste of time, hm? It's a curious talent you have - I've seen several unusual things of late, but never someone who can reconstruct their spine purely by vigorously pressing their skull back to their shoulders. That's very interesting indeed.
It's unfortunate that I chose here to fall asleep ... not that there are many better places, are there? I suppose it's best to make do with what comes to hand. Ah, no, that wasn't an invitation to give me yours. As I was about to say, this ... substance on my clothes won't do at all -- I do hope, sir, that it isn't yours. Especially since my arrival in this charming place was prompted by a letter I received asking for my services, and it's never appropriate to arrive so mussed upon the first day of a new post. Even if the job isn't one I have accepted as of yet. Still, although this place isn't precisely what I expected, it's still better to make the best of things; while I was satisfied enough in my previous occupation, it would be dull of me to be closed-minded to a new experience, would it not? Yet, I feel there might have been some mistake about the position ... for one thing, a seamstress tends to be female; secondly, I have no particular prowess in sewing. I've never been entirely interested in putting things together.
Still, if the position as "seamstress" is one this place is going to insist I take up, I must add that it seems your seams are somewhat ... lacking in cohesion. I would say, in fact, that they're downright shoddy, especially in the shoulder area - you look rather more like a lab attendant for a mad scientist than the dignified gentleman which I'm sure you are. Haha, if I were you I'd be perfectly miserable ... even you should know full well that you choose the colour of your thread to match the colour of the material. That should be off-green, as far as this case is concerned. There's only one thing to do for you, I'm afraid ♥ - we'll have to start again. While it may be an utterly grotesque task, I suppose I'll make an effort to assist you ... I do, after all, have a pair of scissors right here.
Come, now. Off with your head.
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