[@Rune_Alchemist] EXP all adds up, and I like the inclusions in the backstory!
[@Silver Carrot] I guess I should make an official NPC Sheet, huh? I figure just a Name and Summary w a blurb or pic for Appearance is enough for most of them, but if you think they would need other things just let me know!

I'm going to put the rough draft for my own character here, and I welcome any feedback you guys have. ESPECIALLY if you see something you feel you need to call out or that I need to clarify---I try very hard not to be "that guy" whose GMPC hogs the spotlight or powergames, etc. But, if you like him, feel free to claim him as your official "li'l brudder," lol. Even though you're going to remember him as being a lot less of a potty-mouth.
[hider=VINCENT][center][hider=BAD FUTURE][h3]BEFORE INJURY[/h3]
During the war, he lost his Left Arm and Right Eye
[img]https://i.imgur.com/7U8Hh5P.jpg[/img][/hider]
[hider=CHILDHOOD][h3]1ST / 2ND[/h3]
[img]https://i.imgur.com/Rp6fVSO.jpg[/img][img]https://i.imgur.com/4BgWczE.jpg[/img][/hider]
*Warning, Profanity*
[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cGU9WXVV0JQ]"This time, [i]I'll[/i] be the one to kill Father!"[/url][/center]
[h3][b][i]Vincent Alexo Kaides[/i][/b][/h3]
[b]Age:[/b] 14 [24] | [b]Height:[/b] 5' 8" | [b]Voice:[/b] Light Lyric Baritone

[h3][i]First Life[/i][/h3]
[hider=THE LITTLE HERO WHO COULDN'T]Perhaps it was because he was his mother's youngest son; perhaps it was because, despite his bright red hair, his facial features were so similar to the Patriarch's. Whatever the reason, little Vincent was the happily babbling, bouncy baby boy who was spoiled rotten---but in a good way. Raised on storybooks at bedtime and sitting on noblewomen's laps at teatime, he learned and admired the heroic tales of Luzia's finest knights, and the proud heritage of the Kaides family. In the gardens and courtyards of the family's estates, he watched his older brothers, sisters, and cousins train as they prepared to enter the Collegem and dreamed of the day he, too, would prove himself as a hero. 

But once he was old enough for the family tutors to begin his training, he was made painfully aware of what the storybooks [i]didn't[/i] say about Kaides. No one ever wrote about how many pushups the heroes in the tales had to do, or how many miles they were made to run...or how many times they were hit with a stick in fencing lessons. Sometimes, the stories talked about how scary the monsters were, but the heroes were always brave enough to stand up to them; Vincent began to wonder if any of them would have been brave enough to hold their heads up against the glowering menace of his teachers. Or the judging gazes from other members of the family, from servants and vassals.

He did not have talent---he was uncoordinated, slight of build, and too soft-hearted. He lacked discipline, not in the sense that he was unruly, but in the sense that when things became too difficult, he did not have the mental fortitude to keep pushing; he would collapse, he would mentally shut down, and worst of all, he would cry when he was in pain.

The weight of those stares grew on him, but as a child he could not put a name to the feelings he felt. And so he struggled along as best he could, still believing in his innocent dreams, still hoping his ignorant hopes. When he entered the Collegem, however, he could no longer ignore the darkness beginning to close in on him. Scolding became screaming. Punishments became torture. The disapproving stares became mocking laughter. And he made his first [i]real[/i] mistake.

"I am a son of House Kaides, the strongest and most noble of Luzia's Great Clans! How dare you treat me this way! I won't tolerate this, this, this [b]disrespect![/b]"

The first time some of the other boys caught him in a shadowy corridor---away from the instructors, away from his siblings, away from anyone who might've had some sense of honor---he finally began to understand. He sought out retribution, but was chided for being "a tattletale," for "bringing it on himself," for "demanding respect when he should have earned it." And whenever they found out, the other boys would try to catch him again. The childish ideals began to crack...but through mere stubbornness, he held his dream together. Like impurities flaking off molten steel under the beating hammer, he held onto his determination. By merely surviving, he became a little stronger.

He realized that he had to work harder; he had to force himself to take one step further, to go a little farther than he had before each and every time. And yet...

Now he was blamed for being a "troublemaker," as the number of incidents increased, yet when they asked him what he had to say for himself he was met with the same accusations as before. He worked hard, he studied, and yet his improvements were disregarded---"You should have been doing this the whole time; why wait until now?" He saw the pedestal of heroism beginning to crumble---the wicked prospered, and the good suffered. Talent, connections, charisma, and most of all...sheer, unrelenting strength. Those were all that mattered to House Kaides---not the foolish notions of children's stories.

He could count on one hand the number of times he'd met his father. One of those times, now 18 years old, he made his second biggest mistake.

"I am your own blood, and not even you give me any respect!" There was more to it, of course. He'd gone on an entire tirade. The Patriarch had sat, arms crossed, the words seeming to bounce off him like arrows clinking against a stone wall. "What must I do, to earn your respect?" And at the end of it all, Martenos Caelestys Kaides looked his youngest son in the eyes and spoke.

"You can't."

He didn't understand. He fled from the Patriarch's sight. For the next year he trained even harder. The Demon War began, but at first the cadets in the Collegem were untroubled---it would be put down soon. Lagentym fell, shocking the kingdom, but the frontlines were still far away. The River Borders were seized by demonic forces; many of the instructors and the elite units of the family were called away. Vincent now truly had no one left to protect him; his final year was all but a bloodbath, and on top of it all, he failed to produce a single drop of Aura on what should have been his graduation day.

In 1014 YC, he had little choice but to join the war effort with every other able bodied warrior. And he finally figured it out.

If he couldn't be [i]stronger,[/i] he would be [i]meaner[/i]. If his hard work wouldn't be rewarded, he would [i]cheat.[/i] If he couldn't snatch victory, then he would [i]steal[/i] it.

In a fight, the man who was more righteous, more skilled, or more popular did not always win. But those who won, always [i]hurt the enemy more.[/i] And so Vincent resolved to be crueler than the monsters he fought, even to the monsters on his own side. It was by no means easy, for he was still weak. He lost, again and again. To save himself from Wyvern venom, he cut off his own left arm. He continued to lose, and finally Awakened. A wulver's claw took his right eye. Yet for everything they took from him, he made them suffer threefold. He finally attained victory---even developing, at risk to his own life, his Aura Type.

But in the end, it still wasn't enough. And yet...now he finds himself thrown back in time, back to the days when he was young, and kind, and [i]pathetic[/i], and [b][i]stupid![/i][/b][/hider]

[h3][i]Equipment[/i][/h3]
[list][*]Preferred Weapon: Dual Swords
[*]N/A[/list]
[h3][i]Abilities[/i][/h3]
[list][*]Physical Strength: 1st Rate [+2 Exp]
[*]Aura: 2nd Rate [+1 Exp]
[*]Magic: 0th Circle 
[*]Skills:
[list][*]Devil's Eye - Vincent's Aura Type is Sensation. In his first life, the empty socket of his right eye became the channeling point, re-igniting with crimson flare. Within 10 feet of himself, he is able to detect all living creatures around him even in active combat; effectively, he's got an Arkham/AssCreed QTE-sense (w/o auto-counter, of course). However, it can't be used for long because he doesn't have enough Aura for it. [+1 Exp][list][*]Sub-Sub-List for Upgrades.[/list][/list][/list][/hider]