Vincent Saint-Maurier

[vinny]

VINCENT ALEXANDRE SAINT-MAURIER

WELCOME TO HOGWARTS

WHERE ALL THE MAGIC HAPPENS

NAME;; Vincent Saint-Maurier
NICKNAME;; Vinny, China Doll, Vinnykins, Vinnycake, Vinnydoodle
AGE;; 25
BIRTHDATE;; May 2nd,
GENDER;; Male
BLOOD;; Half-blood
ORIENTATION;; Gay like a Monochrome Rainbow
YEAR;; Graduated... Sort of.
HOUSE;; Previous Ravenclaw
WAND;; Oak, Hipogriff Heartstring, 11"
PETS;; White cat named Ashbury

IS GONNA BE TOTALLY AWESOME

WHEN WE USE THE FLOO NETWORK

LIKES;;

• Reading
• Dancing
• Quiet Places
• Simple Meals
• Simple Affections [Platonic pecks, Snuggling, Hugs, Little gifts]
• Watching Quidditch
• Listening to Music
• Kids

DISLIKES;;

• Public Display of Affection
• Violent People
• Alcohol
• Dueling
• Large crowds
• Graveyards
• Needles
• Hospitals
• People with extreme personalities [Super nice, Super Evil ect.]
• Most meats

STRENGTHS;;

• If he can work up the courage and focus enough, he can talk to the spirits of the dead
• Logical problem solver
• Empathetic
• Very good with people under the age of 14

WEAKNESSES;;

• He has trouble standing up for himself
• Very emotional
• Low Self-Confidence
• Not so good with people over 14 and over

GOALS;;
ERISED;; He once had someone who could calm him down, but they left and now he has no one. He wants to find a soul mate who can keep him from losing it.
BOGGART;; Vincent lost control of himself when he was 16 years old and killed someone. He is terrified of doing this again. This fear shows itself as the bloody, mangled corpse of the one he killed.
PATRONUS;; He loves to go for runs and first fell in love after coming back to Hogwarts after a run around the lake. Wild Hare.
DEMENTOR;; Losing Control
OVERALL PERSONALITY;; Vinny, for the most part, is a very gentle soul. He enjoys the company of children and can often be found animately rattling off some tale of fancy to the young ones. He is also very empathetic and can often relate to the troubles of others. He may not always know how to fix things, but he always has at least one word of advice.

He is also very quiet. He doesn't like to use words when they're not necessary and will often use actions rather than words to express himself. As such he is sometimes taken as rude, not to mention strange because of mental issues.

Speaking of mental issues, it's probably good to go into those.

Vincent is a very interesting predicament because he was born on the day of the battle, at the exact hour that it ended. Some believe this is bad luck, some people believe this is good luck, and some people think it will drive him mad. Those last some may be correct because, whether it simply be schizophrenia or an actual magic caused by the time of his birth, our lovely Monsieur Saint-Maurier hears and sees the dead. Because of this he will sometimes seem to talking to thin air, or he'll freak out or go quiet for no reason.

Occasionally he will have a fit. It is very important that when he is having one, you steer clear because no one has been able to get through to him in years.

There is also one spirit, a constant, by the name of 'Stitches' who is often thought to be an alternate personality because he can take Vincent's mind over so wholly that he practically controls him. It's easy to tell them apart because Stitches is very cool and collected and damn well near emotionless.

On the bright side, when he's not being mad as a rabbit, Vinny is fairly normal.

SOMETHING VERY WICKED

THIS WAY COMES LOVE

PLAY BY;; Alex Evans
EYES;; China Blue
HAIR;; Midnight Black
HEIGHT;; 5'11"
WEIGHT 136 ibs
MARKINGS;; paper thin scars on his neck, jagged, erratic ones all over his chest, back and thighs, two long cuts along each wrist.
OVERALL DESCRIPTION;;
Vincent is one of the those rare men you could call 'beautiful' and get away with it. Despite his troubles in life he looks rather young for his age and has somehow managed to look as if he hasn't aged since he was 20.

He is very lean and pale which is a beautiful contrast to his sharp features and long, pianist's fingers.

He has jet black hair that frames his rather sharp face and his china blue eyes stand out brilliantly, peeking out from under his long eyelashes.

Despite his delicate appearance his hands and feet are quite callused and he does hide a lot of skin under clothing, skin which is littered in the scars and markings of a hard life.

He has paper thin scars on his neck which would be hard to even notice unless you were to touch his neck, and two deep scars on each wrist which he hides in long sleeves. The most prominent scars are those on the chest, back, and thighs. They are deep, ragged, and desperate and always, always hidden from the world. Very few people have ever seen these deep markings of heartbreaking pain.

IS THE SAME OLD STORY

WHITH A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT ENDING

PARENTS;; Casey Saint-Maurier [F/née Wilson] & Jean Saint-Maurier [M/Missing]
SIBLINGS;; Rayne Saint-Maurier [F/Deceased]
CHILDREN(?);; n/a
FRIENDS;; n/a
ENEMIES;; n/a
PERSON OF IMPORTANCE;;
• person who used to be able to control him/ex-lover [M/Missing]
HISTORY;; Vincent was born on a very important day, the day of the final battle of Hogwarts and many people think his ability to see and hear the spirits of the dead has something to do with this. He was born on the exact hour that the battle ended, but his mysterious power (or perhaps madness) did not appear until he was 8 years old.

Before he was 8 he had a very normal life. He had friends and even went to a muggle school for a while. However, once his power emerged at 8 he was pulled from school and kept at home, home schooled from this point on. He could not be kept in muggle schools because these visions caused him so much pain. He was incapable of controlling it and the hoards of voices and visions would overload his senses, sending him into fits of pain during which he would scream and cry and lash out at anyone who tried to aid.

As he aged he seemed to learn to control these fits and discover the triggers for such episodes, and so when his letter from Hogwarts arrived, he was allowed to attend.

For a while he was fine. He would still have the occasional fit but he was, for the most part, quite stable. When he was 14 he met a young boy a year older than him who was even capable of controlling him and bringing him back down to a reasonable level of calm and for two years he was happy.

Unfortunately at 15 the other boy, He, was forced to transfer out for unexplained reasons and Vincent was stripped, left alone, to fend for himself again. The episodes became more frequent, during classes, harder to control until even a teacher who had been kind to him began treating him as neutral territory. This was the last straw.

The young boy, known as China Doll for his delicacy errupted in an uncontrolled fit of rage, mind tortured by vengeful spirits. He lashed out. He killed. He was 16.

Vincent was pulled from society, pulled from Hogwarts and for a while he remained in therapy up until his second suicide attempt. At this point he was admitted to an asylum, where he remained until he was 24 at which point he was deemed sane and released.

Since he had not finished his education, he had a difficult time finding a job and ended up working part-time at Madame Puddifoot's and part-time in the kitchens of Hogwarts with the house elves. This is where he remains to this day.

He eats with the staff, but rarely converses, seeming to drift about the school as if he were a ghost himself.

KISS THE PLANET GOODBYE

BECAUSE WE ARE OFF TO MARS

NICKNAME;; Beloved
HOW DID YOU FOUND US;; Lucy and Maddie FTW
TIME ROLE PLAYING;; Uh... 9 years ...?
HOW DO WE CONTACT YOU;;
email: [e-mail]
msn: [e-mail]
EXAMPLE RP;;
Character Used: Ashley Seonwuu
RP: Cutter/Druggie

"Ooh, ouch, pretty boy," Ashley crooned sarcastically and then wandered into the kitchen to stuff his face with something, or, more accurately, make scrambled eggs and then only eat half of it and then throw out the rest because reheated eggs were just plain nasty. However, when he pulled open the fridge, he found a lovely surprise. He pulled a small bag and then raised his eyebrows. Didn't look very hard. Must be laced with something. Hadn't he told Alex to stop putting this crap in places like this? He tossed the bag on the table and then set to making his eggs. He'd deal with the little baggie after he'd had something to eat.

After the sound of shower had stopped and he had food in him he picked up the bag and stuffed it in his pocket. He let Alex look around for a bit and then wandered into the living room, fresh clothes tucked under his arm. He tossed the bag at his roommate's head.

"I don't think this is oregano, but I could be wrong. It was in the fridge, after all," not that oregano went in the fridge. Spices were all nice and dried out. They didn't need to be refrigerated. Nor did this, he suspected. "I'm going to go shower now, and one way or another that better be out of sight before I finish," he grumbled and then shuffled off to the bathroom. He dropped the pile of clothing on the counter, stripped off the gross, sweaty stuff and dropped it in a little laundry bin they had beside the sink before getting in the shower. He liked these things because then there was no reason to sit around and soak. He hated people who sat around and soaked in tubs. His mother used to do that and it was the most annoying thing in the whole world. It was like she didn't realize other people needed to use the thing. Then again, she'd never been a terribly responsible person. He constantly wondered why she didn't just follow the trend and get an abortion. Seriously. Did she have no brain at all? Probably not. At least she had the brains to get divorced. Not until Ashley was 17, but what the hell, it was something and it meant that not all her brain cells had been killed by the bleach she used to make herself pretty and blond. She was going to go bald and Ashley wasn't going to care.

Ashley took a grand old fifteen minutes because he was feeling gritty as hell, but winced as he thought of the water bill they were going to get this month. It was just a good thing that his mother was paying for his University, oh, and his therapy. Then again, Ashley wouldn't mind so much if he had to stop going to therapy. I mean, where did that woman get off doing something like that? It was her fault he had trust issues in the first place. Fake little bimbo. He grumbled obscenities, then forced himself to stop being such a sour puss and pulled on his black jeans. He took a brief look at himself in their crappy little mirror (which had the great honor of doubling as a medicine cabinet) and ran a finger over one of the fresh scars on his stomach. It was while he was doing that that he noticed the ones on his arms were still there, too. It was a good thing he'd picked a longsleeve shirt, then. He ground his teeth together, pissed at himself for doing that again. He had to stop drinking. He was an absolute moron when he was intoxicated like that.

He quickly toweled off his hair and then slipped on his white shirt. He licked his lips and then tugged on a black vest. He gelled his hair in the usual style and then put on a black choker with small black chains hanging off of it. The black-haired male toyed with them for a couple of seconds and then slipped on some black and silver rings. He ran his teeth over his lip ring and then put a hanging silver cross in the lobe piercing in his right ear. He had a lot of piercings on his face, but nowhere else. What was the point of having them where no one would see them? It was stupid.

Having dolled himself up nice and pretty, the goth exited the bathroom just in time for the phone to ring. He immediately snatched it. "Nobody here wants to talk to you, but you've reached Ashley and Alex's little brick pad. Ashley speaking, how may I b---h at you today?"

There was laughter from whoever was calling and then the familiar voice of Ashley's therapist, Julius, answered, "I thought I told you to stop answering the phone like that," the man said in a relaxed tone.

He had. Ashley didn't care.

"Anyways, I was just calling to remind you we have an appointment today, since you 'forgot' on Wednesday," he continued casually.

Julius indulged Ashley's lies. That was probably why he went sometimes instead of just ignoring him. His mother really had gotten someone really good. It was probably by accident. His mother didn't know much about him. Julius was almost like a friend. A friend who asked a lot of questions. Whatever.

"Yeah," was Ashley's answer. "I know. I'll be there, okay? God. You are such a nag," and hung up in the middle of Julius' rich, healthy laughter. Damn him. Why did he have to be so hard to set off. So annoying.