'''Name:''' Vincent Bianchetti
'''Age:''' 20
'''Birthdate:''' Roalis 16, 2691
'''Race:''' Galdori
'''Place of Origin:''' Vienda, Anaxas

!!!Backstory

To tell Vincent's story, we'll have to go back an entire generation and tell his father's story first. Boscov was a native Giorian who was born into the world severely lacking the superficial qualities of a proper galdori. In other words, he was not born with albinism. Throughout his ensuing young life leading into adulthood, he was quietly snubbed, shut down, and otherwise not taken seriously by his family and peers. This was not helped by his painfully underwhelming magical ability, which coupled with his lack of albinism made the society that he grew up in a pretty hostile place for him. Eventually Boscov became sick of his country, packed up all of his belongings and emigrated out of Gior, never to return. After a period of wandering from country to country looking for his place in life, he touched down in Anaxas. There he proceeded to meet a lovely young galdori lady, and after courting for a while, he decided to stay as a citizen and have a family of his own. He married, acquired a quaint job as a clerk for some important politician, and soon after his wife gave birth to their son, Vincent.

Vincent was born with quitessentially all of the physical qualities of a Giorian galdori. The snow white hair, the alabaster skin, the red eyes. The traits that his father didn't quite share with him. Growing up became something of a tense routine, as his father was distant and often impatient with him for what seemed to the young boy as no reason. His father loved him very much. After all, he was his son. But his son's appearance brought many bitter memories of his homeland to the surface just by being around him. It took its toll over time on Boscov and through him, an unwitting Vincent.

Things came to an unfortunate head on the day of Vincent's initiation testing. On that day, the young boy passed through the test, showing remarkable magical potential. Boscov only smiled painfully while his wife sang high praises to the happy child. To him, his son was a better Giorian than him in every way. In the days that followed up through Vincent leaving for Brunnhold, Boscov was oddly taciturn for someone who had a genius of a child. Vincent was truly everything that Boscov wished that he was in life, and everything he despised in his homeland. Albinism and magical giftedness. The rift between Vincent and his father became quite vast indeed.

After he left home, Vincent toiled away in his classes over the first five years, but couldn't fight off the mounting frustration that came from Boscov's quiet and distant resentment of him. His mother's best efforts granted Vincent the only respite of not being hated by his entire family. That, at least, was something. Vincent was and still is only aware that his father strongly disapproves of his academic and career path, not of why that is so. On the surface, he was the perfectly quiet studier with his nose constantly in a book and an impeccable attendance record. Inside confusion and frustration was on a constant simmer. It all eventually boiled over to the point where he had to take it all out on SOMETHING. And so to the abject surprise of any and all who thought they knew him, he began his strong habit of dueling with his fellow students.

And so he dueled. He never bullied anyone as far as anyone could tell, but he definitely never bowed out of any duel despite any who may have challenged him in turn. Nobody but Vincent knew that dueling was a coping mechanism for him against the face of senseless resentment in his family.

Dueling by day and studying by night became his way of life up through the beginning of his tenth year at Brunnhold. By this time, he's taken to shutting himself away and cramming in as much studying as he can, save for the occasions where he goes down into the Stacks to quietly have a beer or two. He still remains a prominent figure among duelists in the school as something of an enigma. At this point he's completely stopped caring about his father's various objections to pursuing a life's work of magic, and has put out an open application for apprenticeship for when he graduates after his very last year in Brunnhold.

!!!Personality

Underneath his pragmatic and gruff demeanor, he is a caring person who is slow to forget those few who he is close to. He almost never speaks in a loud voice when he does deign to speak. But when he does, he is not shy with voicing his thoughts.

He is a diligent man, moreso in work related to magic. As someone who scored high on magical potential in the Brunnhold initiation test, Vincent has a lot to live up to. He takes his studies extremely seriously. He doesn't do it for the praise or glory of it, although that is a nice little bonus for his ego. He breaks his back in studying because more than anything else, he wants to prove to his father that he is a worthy son.

If he is involved in a conflict of words, he is frank and forward, appealing to higher reasoning. In a conflict involving either fists or magic, he is a man who is completely unafraid of engaging in head-to-head clashing. However, he also knows restraint and always goes into a fight with the intention of not letting his emotions guide his actions.

Despite what reputation his duels have earned him, he is surprisingly very patient with the people who he meets. The only thing that can actually make him angry is anything that has to do with his father. Rumors of his bad relationship with his father persist, and only the most foolish and ignorant will dare to bring it up, especially to try to insult him with it. The last time someone called Vincent out on the fact that his father never accompanies his mother on visits ended up in the infirmary with a black eye, a loose tooth, and a broken nose.

One of his deepest, most dark of secrets involves a journal. But not just any journal, but a repository of writing from when he was younger and trying to find stress relief. Before he finally took up dueling as the alternative, he had completely filled that book with excerpts akin to the greatest, most smutty passionate romance novels that can exist. Vincent is truly embarrassed by this journal, yet he couldn't bring himself to burn it or throw it away. He hides it away deep underneath his sock drawer in his dorm room, and hopes that it will never be seen (or godsforbid, read) by anyone for as long as he lives.

!!!Physical Description

Vincent is truly the proper pedigree that is expected of the average Giorian galdori, with white hair, red eyes, and very pale skin framed by his very tall, athletic (read: unintentionally imposing) figure. His hair is pretty shaggy yet short, generally contained to an area above his chin. As is expected from a galdori, his face is well-defined and aristiocratic with a strong jawline and high cheekbones. His facial hair is somewhat unusual in comparison to the norm with his growth and maintenence of sideburns that reach all the way down to the level of the bottom of his ears. True to being albino, he has a greater risk of being sunburnt when he remains outside in bright sunlight for too long. His eyesight is bad, requiring glasses to overcome the small amount of nearsightedness that he experiences without. He has deep voice, likened to a cello on the occasions that he does speak. He literally has to look down his straight greek nose at passerby, strictly because of his way-above-average height. It is truly a rare event that he smiles, for he usually sees nothing to be really happy about. Realistically, one would have to REALLY amuse him in order to bear witness to his smile. Feel free to interpret that as you will.

!!!Inventory

On his Person:
* Glasses Case
* Theory, Quantitative, Perceptive, Living, Static, and Physical grimoires. His schedule is crazy and so is he.
* Journal which is basically the compendium of his class notes, personal thoughts, experimental spells, future plans, and the occasional doodle. He doesn't loan it out to anyone.

In his Room:
* Lots and lots of grimoires.
* His very, very secret novel excerpts bound in a journal stuffed deeply into his sock drawer.
* A surprising amount of fancy clothing, given his utilitarian view on clothing.

!!!Career

Student
* Strong understanding of Theory (It both fascinates him to study the underworkings of magic and he hopes that it will help with uncovering his True Name)
* Duelist experience and reflexes
* Specializes in Quantitative magic

!!!Goals

He desires to discover his True Name. He wants to become the greatest and most powerful Magister his race has ever seen. He wishes to earn the grudging respect of his father, at the very least. But before all that, he needs to find a tutor that will both teach him even more and possibly give him a handsome recommendation to a good apprenticeship position elsewhere in Brunnhold. He also feels that he needs to get a proper handle on higher levels of magic, just to be sure.

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