Name: Vincent Storm-Born

Age: Approximately 400

Race: Breton/Nord (Vampire)

Class: Vampire (Focus Skills: 
1HD, ALT, CON, DES, ILU, ALC, LTA, SNK)

Appearance: Tall for a Breton, but short for a Nord, Vincent is regardless a striking figure. Chiseled features, pale, nigh-translucent skin, long, snowy hair, and a fiery, piercing gaze make him a rather remarkable person to behold.

His usual attire consists of a long, leather coat wirn over a light breastplate, well-crafted trousers and fine hiking boots. Both his coat and trousers are inlaid with small sections of intricately-patterned armor, encrusted with rubies, matching his breastplate. 

Personality: Vincent's centuries of life have given him an easy confidence, though he is often detached from the perspective of mortals. He spends his time following his whims and fancies, even if they prove to be cruel or deadly. Despite his paranoid and sadistic tendencies, Vincent does feel a sense of responsibility toward Tamriel as a whole, and often takes action to support the greater good.

Bio: The son of a Breton noblewoman and a Nord ship-magnate, Vincent spent much of his youth flitting between his mother's villa in Daggerfall and his father's manor in Windhelm. Due to his parents' obligations, he was mostly raised by his maternal grandfather, Edgar Rivoire. A talented mage and esteemed gentleman, Edgar schooled Vincent in the principles of magic, alchemy and courtesy from a young age. However, Edgar bore a dark secret; for years he had been experimenting with forbidden magic, seeking a means of granting himself immortality. When Vincent was but a young man, Edgar's research came to fruition. In a ritual involving dragon's blood and the petrified remains of an ancient vampire, he turned himself into a true-blooded vampire. Edgar celebrated his success by turning the first of his new lineage: his beloved grandson Vincent. 

Though he lived for a time as the dark prince of House Rivoire, Vincent grew bored of the mindless slaughter and debauchery of his fellow vampires. Vincent exiled himself and spent many years traversing Tamriel. Over time he came to grips with the advantages his vampires brought him, and sought to make the most of his immortality. He traveled far and wide, learning and experiencing as much as he could. Wherever he found himself, there was always another adventure just around the corner.

Throughout the end of the Third Era and the beginning of the Fourth, Vincent has deeply involved himself in the machinations of Tamriel, dedicating himself to its preservation, fighting off the dragons most recently. After all, it's damn difficult to have a good time if there's nowhere to explore.

Equipment: Vincent's primary weapon is Blackfang, an enchanted ebony longsword of Breton design; the blade is of such ill omen that it does not reflect light. Believed to be empowered by the soul of a cannibalistic necromancer, Blackfang steals the life of its victims with every strike.

While it allegedly steals the soul of each of his victims, Vincent's armor is only simple leather and steel, though of luxurious quality. His coat has numerous hidden compartments and pockets, and a hood that can be deployed in daylight.

Otherwise, Vincent carries an assortment of daggers, empty vials and alchemical ingredients. He also carries a host of potions, poisons, small bits of enchanted jewelry, scrolls that interest him, and various other trivialities that he has collected in his travels.

Other: With the advent of the dragons, the dragon cults of ancient Skyrim have caught Vincent's interest lately. Rumor has it that he is trying to teach himself the Thu'um.