+ Build
Vincent is a tall man, standing just over seven foot, six inches tall. He often towers over others, which can lend to him seeming intimidating. To add to this intimidation factor the man is very muscular and wide-shouldered. His frame is that of a man that holds some level of greater physical strength.

+ Tattoos

Tattoos adorn his skin, covering every inch of him from his toes up to his neck, and snaking up the back of his head. The only place not heavily inked is his face. 

+ Hair

His hair is jet black, often cut short with an undercut while a large and thick beard adorns his visage. The beard has three sections braided in a Nordic style. 

+ Eyes

His eyes are a piercing blue surrounded by black sclera. It's possible he may have had them tattooed, but this darkness around the blue only makes them more intense.

+ Style

He often is dressed in tight or comfortable clothing. His preferred style of dress is that of punk, grunge, biker, and even some cyberpunk inspired stylings. He is often found wearing leather vests, tank tops, or t-shirts alongside either ripped or tight fitting jeans. To top it all off, he usually sports a cigar or cigarette in his mouth.

Vincent is a man but he is also so much more. Having been born in the year 1433, in the land of Norway, he lived a life of poverty. His family owned and worked on a farm. Vincent spent much of his life working alongside his father, working to provide not only for his family, but his village as well. One night had changed everything, however. He heard something walking just outside his home. Slowly he rose from his bed, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness before he dared to get up and take a closer look. As he stepped out of the door, something struck him, and hard. He toppled back into his home with some sort of animal looming over him. Or at least he thought it was. Though, upon a quick glance he could see that was not the case. It was a man, but not one that he recognized. He looked strong, like a warrior. But not any warrior that ever traveled these parts. Before he could speak the man was upon him. His head next to Vincent's, and then he felt a pinch, and then he started to feel cold... and his vision grew dark. The man seemed to let him drop to the floor, and that's when he felt something warm drip onto his lips. It smelled like iron. He couldn't move and it all went black. 

He awoke the next day feeling ill. Far more ill than he ever had before. Was it the Black Death he had heard so much about? He wasn't sure. But he laid in bed for 3 days and 3 nights, wailing in agony. He then awoke on the 4th day and something was different. He felt fine. He felt better than fine. He felt... ALIVE.  Though, this feeling he had didn't last long as he reached for the door and his hand met the sun. It burned! It burned so damn hot! He recoiled and slammed the door shut. Something was very, very wrong. He then realized that he had become a horror. 

Now there's much more to this but for the sake of expediency, we'll fast forward. Vincent has traveled through the years, changing his identity across time to avoid being detected as what he truly is, a Vampire. He has met many of his kind, and though a lot of them seek high status and a life of high society, Vincent found himself fighting against that very thing. He hated authority. It made him seethe. His rage and anger became an unstoppable force that he had leaned into, so much so that it has caused him to frenzy at times. But as he gets older, he's learned what he is. He knows WHO he is. And he knows how to avoid letting his anger get the better of him... most of the time. He's learned to harness, rather than embrace that anger. Now he wanders this world not only looking for answers, but seeking truths and fighting against oppressive regimes. He is anarchy.