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ππ¨ππ π‘ππ π β¬ Vincent James Gillies
πππππ¦ππ¦ β¬ Vince is the most popular nickname among friends, fans and enemies alike. Vinny is occasionally thrown out by those trying to baby or annoy him.πππ β¬ Physically appears to be approaching his mid-20s (he's settled on 23-going-on-24), biologically 72
ππ’ππππ β¬ Scorpio βΌ β Pisces β½ β Sagittarius β β b. November 4th, 1919 at 11:04 UTC
πππ₯π§ππ£ππππ β¬ Branscombe, Devon, UK
π₯ππ¦ππππ‘ππ¬ β¬ Camden Town, London, UKπ¦π£πππππ¦ β¬ Werewolf
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π¦πππππ¦ β¬ His great athleticism goes hand-in-hand with his sense of rhythm, which has been called better than that of a metronome. Thereβs no use in worrying about Vincent running out of stamina or going out of the pocket during a show. Meditation has given him what he calls the gift of zoning out and locking in; the latter is especially useful when performing difficult tasks, like mediating fights that don't involve him. Itβs also made him a much better listener and conversationalist in recent years; naturally, he's a bit of a rambler. He's been called a very practical synthesizer, but gets the strongest reactions when he experiments on and off-stage. Since he began studying genres and tapping into darker soundscapes, Vincent's musicality has increased exponentially.
πͺππππ‘ππ¦π¦ππ¦ β¬ Health practices arenβt foolproof in hiding unsavory parts of oneβs personality, and Vincentβs temper is no exception. Itβs still evident in his daredevil tendencies; heβd have to stop himself from jumping off a bridge if someone bet that he wouldnβt survive the fall. He prides himself in having high levels of self-discipline, but Vincent is far from immune from disobeying his own rules. Friends are no longer surprised by his sudden disappearances, which usually occur when heβs feeling extremely stressed and needs alone time. Vincentβs upbringing made him forget that loved ones are typically worried when their loved ones go missing. The ghosting has decreased since he became a full-time member of The Band, but only after he realized that it doesnβt only serve as a safe haven for him. Unsurprisingly, Vincent used to struggle with passive suicidal ideationβ¦in fact, he still has a strange lack of fear regarding death. Some time ago, he also discovered that his strong aversion to anything holyβchurches, scriptures, etc.βhasnβt weakened with age. When anyone asks why the sight of a Bible makes his face darken, heβll tell a white lie and claim that his priest father is the cause of it all.
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πππππ‘ππ‘π π§π₯πππ§ β¬ Vincent's buzz cut makes it easy for strangers to pick out from most crowdsβso easy that some refer to him as βBuzzβ before and after they learn his name. Vincent adopted the hairstyle in a last ditch effort to ensure that heβd blend in with human society. He had thought nothing of his hair until an acquaintance asked him how he was already greying. Feeling too paranoid to believe that any explanation would suffice (and ultimately proving that he would've gotten away with calling it a symptom of stress), Vincent bought a hair clipper that night and went to work. The greying seems to come and go with each moon cycle, but most importantly to him, he has since managed to avoid being caught off-guard by any questioning.
π¦π§π¬ππ β¬ Simple, smart, and comfortable at its core. Vincentβs old favorites are in line with the trends of '92 Seattleβthrifted sweaters, familiar colors and loose, unisex silhouettes. In earlier performances, he always seemed to have missed the dress code. After Londonβs trends rubbed off on him, though, the other members were shocked to see him start showing up to rehearsals inβ¦cropped hoodies? Tank tops? And fitted clothes? One of them outright asked him if he had started seeing someone. Vincent had actually lost a bet with another and realized that he looked nice in the tight, revealing shirt he was forced to wear. Heβs now willing to shake some tables when he puts an outfit together, achieving a style that many call befitting of a synth guy.
π£π₯ππππ π£π’π¦π¦ππ¦π¦ππ’π‘ β¬ The binder that he's filled with remnants of what he feels has been an extremely long life.
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π ππ‘π‘ππ₯ π’π π¦π£ππππ, π π’π©ππ ππ‘π§, ππ‘π ππππ‘π β¬ Because of his nature, Vincent often gives the impression that he has been deprived of sleep and is running on caffeine. His skin is mostly clear, but often dehydrated, and bags are so visible under his eyes that heβs started calling them genetic. He's mortified that age spots have already begun appearing on his body, but he also figures that he should have expected them and stocked up on sunscreen. Unfortunately, there's no remedy for the uncanny effect created by Vincent's tired, but focused gaze and muscular figure, which has been sculpted through intense exercise. The people around him are often taken aback by his great agility and even quicker reflexes. If he has to walk somewhere and doesnβt have to worry about leaving anyone behind, heβll take the chance to run. Though Vincent tries his hardest to keep his temper in check, the crackling energy around him still gives it away. Those unfortunate enough to have seen an outburst, or just a threat of one, have likened him to a bomb that never stops ticking. His aura is made even more jarring by his native Devonshire lilt. When heβs annoyed, his gentle voice will begin sounding as if itβs made of steel. To make matters worse, anyone whoβs been orbiting Vincent for a while will also notice that physical pain is insignificant to him. It never takes them too long to put 2 and 2 together and see that only the dumbest person alive would take him on in a fight.
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π¦π¨π π ππ₯π¬ β¬ Rapidly becoming more comfortable with his newfound independence β’ obstinate β’ unforgiving and, occasionally, outright vindictive to those who have supposedly wronged him β’ should never be introduced to LSD, since his imagination is already wide enough β’ prideful β’ secretive about all that goes on his head β’ prone to figuratively, if not literally running away so that no one will see him in a vulnerable state β’ can appear stoic, but is always surrounded by crackling energy that makes for a magnetic stage persona β’ possesses a more playful sense of humor than most would expect β’ not very good at assuming positions of authority on purpose, but often earns them when his no-nonsense side leaps out β’ mourns the simpler life he may have had, but heβs willing to acknowledge that ending up in the bustling city of London was a very happy accident that allowed him to become bolder β’ learning to process sadness instead of letting into evolve into anger first, but the latter is still a reflex β’ naturally, Vincent is an ugly crier β’ similar flashes of humility are enough to let people in on the kinder, simpler part of his character β’ extremely loyal to friends, though he can be a bit...harsh to them β’ thawing, even if that means he must stand directly in front of the sun β’ as the aforementioned acquaintance once said, βIt takes a while to get Vince to show his teeth when he smiles, but itβs worth it. I swear!β
πππ’ππ₯ππ£ππ¬ β¬ To make a very long story short...
β He was the only child of Rev. Edward Gillies, a farmer who converted to Catholicism after the sudden death of his wife Irene. She passed not long after Vincent was born, so he has no memories of her. Vincent also struggles to remember anything that occurred before he was turned. Heβd learned the prior information, as well as some about his newer circumstances, by reading Edwardβs journals while he slept.
β Vincentβs first transformation occurred in what used to be his favorite place. Before he lost consciousness, he was sure that heβd experienced the most painful death imaginable. He came round at dawn in a less familiar strip of woods. Strength quickly returned to him, and to his horror, he could feel himself healing as he continued onward. All of his injuries were gone by the time he arrived home. Edward felt relieved, then utterly confused. If Vincent was adamant that nothing serious had happened, why were his eyes bloodshot? Why did the vomit on his shirt also smell of blood? Where could he have possibly stayed for so long?
β As these disappearances continued, Edward saw that a consistent pattern had formed. First, Vincent would become irritable and refuse to explain why. Then, he'd fall ill. Around a week later, he'd leave home after an early dinner, claiming that he needed some time alone. Vincent always returned long after the sun had risen. Three months passed before Edward asked a fellow priest to tell him more about exorcism. He didn't have time to practice or consider a more sensible approach; this was a matter of his son living or dying.
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β On summer solstice, Vincent was forcefully restrained to his bed, doused with holy water, and made to watch strange men recite stranger words as crosses were dangled in his face. They called this the most exhaustive exorcism technique in their arsenal. When Vincent began thrashing around and begged them to let him go, a deacon exclaimed that the demons were preparing to make their leave. He turned to his father and screamed for help. Edward told that deacon to help him tighten the straps.
β They all finally relented in July. By this time, Vincent was itching for an opportunity to get away from home. Of course, Edward decided to follow him to the woods. He was greeted to the sight of Vincent violently convulsing, laying next to a pool of what he'd smelled on the boyβs shirt during that winter morning. Any effort to get help for him was made in vain; by the time Edward came back with a medic in tow, Vincent had already vanished.
β From then on, Edward acted as if he was possessed. He began praying over Vincent as he slept, hoping that this would be what would rid their house of any negative influence. But from Edwardβs point of view, more life seemed to drain from his sonβs face with each day, and he could no longer stand the sight of it. After he logged that in his journal, he died by his own hand, having been consumed by a demon called guilt.
β When his corpse was found, it was evident that an open casket funeral was out of the question. Maybe Vincent had done something to it under the influence of Octoberβs full moon. Maybe his father had simply jumped from a high place. His memory has always been spotty. Nonetheless, he knows that local authorities came to the wrong conclusion about Edward leaving a note. He had written one, and Vincent, its recipient, simply kept it for himself.
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β Because he was still underaged, Vincent was sent to live with his estranged maternal grandparents in Bristol. At first, they found no shame in being open about their disdain for him. He appeared to be an emblem of Irene and Edwardβs βdoomedβ union; his lack of knowledge about his mother only annoyed them more. But their demeanors softened when they saw Vincent searching Ireneβs old bedroom for anything that could allow him to learn about her. He found drawings, favorite books, an incomplete diary, and an unsent love letter, among other things. With these came desperation for a parental figure that wasnβt dead or dying soon. Enter Elias.
β Elias Wright had become an important part of Vincentβs life long before they exchanged greetings in what he called the outside world. He was the only adult Vincent could trust enough to tell about his secret, which was a given, as Elias was a werewolf himself. They found each other the morning after Vincentβs first transformation; that unfamiliar strip of woods was actually a piece of Eliasβ property. Even if Vincent had asked questions, it would have still taken him years to realize that Elias had been the one that turned him in the first place. He, having already been played like a fiddle, believed it was a happy coincidence that Elias had moved to Bristol two years after he did.
β 19 year-old Vincent became intrigued by Eliasβ claims about mountain ash being able to contain a werewolfβs transformation. Elias invited him to witness its power in person. The sight of other werewolves alone was enough to mystify Vincent; when invited to join this clan, he readily accepted the offer. He would have a new home once he became of age, but on one conditionβhe had to leave all worldly possessions behind.
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β When he was initiated, he, like the other members of the clan, was told that their goal was to end all suffering among lycankind. Of course, Elias failed to tell any of them that he turned them for the sole purpose of creating a fearful army. The man had been exiled from his clan after he tried to become its leader through force. His pathetic attempt wasnβt even deemed worthy of capital punishment. By the time Vincent joined, he had already scourged Britain and gotten eleven other lone wolves on his side. Elias fed them lies about a deity blessing them with greater power than most.
β All of Eliasβ underlings were also told that their lycanthropy would make it nearly impossible for them to blend into society. In order to remedy this, they would have to elevate themselves to a higher status by learning to withstand emotional pain as well as physical pain. Biting others under non-blood moons was framed as a noble act of sacrifice to their deity, who blessed them with a way to suppress their transformations.
β Vincent first became suspicious of Eliasβ intentions around the end of the Second World War. He found another werewolf in Bristol and vaguely recognized patterns in the language that they used in their futile attempts to communicate. Elias managed to paint this as proof that he, Vincent, and the others were above werewolves who hadnβt found the light yet.
β Several other eyebrow-raising incidents occurred within the next 15 years. The worst of them involved a member vanishing after being subjected to a particularly humiliating punishment. When he was asked for more details, Elias simply forbade them from discussing the matter. Those who tried to communicate with apostates, he said, would face a worse fate.
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β The dots finally connected. In order to put a stop to this, someone would have to kill him and take his place. Vincent and two of the others spent half a decade plotting an assassination right under his nose. They took advantage of the clan's hierarchy to get more information out of Elias. He told them very little, but it was enough.
β Their plan was executed with frightening efficiencyβ¦save for one mishap. Vincent delivered the final blow, as he was told to. He was expected to assume the role of their leader. Instead, he looked somewhere on the ground, uttered an apology, and told everyone that he simply needed to go now. After he helped them clean up some of the figurative and actual mess, a few followed him, but most of them stayed behind, and he couldn't afford to worry about that. Being able to finally escape was a matter of him living or dying.
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β After a short stay in a motel, Vincent began traveling via train and made two stops. First, to Branscombe, as before Eliasβ initiation, he had buried his more important possession in-between his parentsβ graves. Then, to London; itβs a big city and he figured that blending in would be a breeze. Of course, he would've preferred to go somewhere less chaotic...but he got off at the wrong station and believed he didn't have time to make another decision.
β During that trek, he picked up a journal of his own and began writing about some of everything. He had not been allowed to do such things under Eliasβ watch. Several pages were entirely made up of long, chaotic trains of thought. Others contained dated passages, not much unlike the poetry in the books his mother had collected over time. He likes to think that she would at least be interested in his creations, even if the subject matter is often more dire than first love or the beginning of one's favorite season.
β He spent the next 20 years refamiliarizing himself with life, even if he had to virtually live underground. To keep himself from going mad, he began practicing meditation during the day; this made him grow even more familiar with his own thoughts, for better and for worse. Vincent realized that there was a very real possibility that the rest of Elias' subjects wanted him dead. Soon, he would accept his fate and grasp the opportunity to make their search much easier.
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