[hider=VINCENT][center][hider=BAD FUTURE][h3]BEFORE INJURY[/h3]
During the war, he lost his Left Arm and Right Eye
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[hider=CHILDHOOD][h3]1ST / 2ND[/h3]
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*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]
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[list][*]ROWAN - As a child, Vincent never feared his elder brother Rowan, but the caretakers were sure to never let them spar one another. As he got older and learned more about Rowan's condition, he often wondered if it was something that could be fixed---but as a jaded adult, he then began to wonder, "Maybe [i]he[/i] figured it out long before I did. The kind of [i]animal[/i] you have to be to make it in this place."
[*]SHERRY - Sherry had plenty of other punching bags their mother wouldn't scold her for abusing, so while she wasn't exactly a positive role model for Vincent, he never understood just how bad she was until he was much older...and was on the receiving end of other kids' vengeance that was meant for [i]her[/i]. However, seeing how much relative success she had in life was something that heavily influenced his new mindset.
[*]ESTELLE - Vincent idolized Estelle, but less for her talent and more because she did so much to help her siblings. He remembers his mother being incredibly displeased by this, and always finding a way to interrupt their time together at family functions. He never understood what happened to "Big Sis Stella," as he wasn't old enough to be at the Collegem yet and his mother didn't want him involved in the accusations that were flying around---and he also never found out that his own sister was the one who'd arranged for that "accident."
[*]CRESCENCE - He also greatly admired Lady Crescence, because to him her story was just like the ones in his books. A warrior who becomes a knight by their own strength, a hero who protects, and, though it was kind of reversed, someone who found love and had a happy ever after. Despite the clear tension whenever the 1st and 2nd wives were in the same room, Vincent's "auntie" never treated him poorly, and he never understood why Sherry never wanted to play with him and their half-sisters.
[*]ISANA - Vincent liked Isana well enough, but always felt a little "off" around her. It was always like her mind was somewhere else---probably on poor Ophelia. And after a festival tournament (which he wasn't old enough to participate in) Isana seemed to withdraw from everyone except her two direct siblings.
[*]OPHELIA - Vincent was only three years younger than Ophelia, but given how small she was, it felt like being around someone his own age. They bonded well over a shared love of books, and in his even younger and even more innocent days, Vincent often talked about how, when he grew up, he'd have his own castle and a huge library and Ophelia could live with him and they could just read all day long... But, as he got older, there came a day when Ophelia's sickly body couldn't keep up with his boyish antics anymore, and they began to grow more distant...
[*]ERYX & LUCILLE - Vincent got along well with his cousins---though he might've annoyed Lucille, looking back on it, as he constantly pestered her with questions about what she was doing and thinking. It was only because she was always so quiet, and just followed along with what the other kids were doing without really contributing much. Eryx always gave up too quickly whenever their games got competitive. However, both of them grew more distant after Vincent entered into Collegem---especially as Vincent himself began to change into the black-hearted bastard he would one day be.
[*]LUCAS - Vincent and Lucas were close in age, and the 1st and 3rd wife got along much more swimmingly, so they were common playmates as young children. However, when the two of them started training---long before Collegem---they were constantly compared to one another. Vincent fell further behind while his instructor demanded he do "at least as well" as Lucas, and Lucas's training was all the stricter to keep him from turning out like "the other spoiled brats." They weren't allowed many playful times after that, and the adults around them encouraged a rivalry that, while never really fully formed, made Vincent think Lucas probably didn't like him anymore.
[*]RODIN, KAESOS, ALLAN, & MATEO - While he knew them via proximity, due to the age difference with these older boys and a few other issues---his mother secretly turned her nose up at Rodin's heritage, for one---he never got to know them that well. They were cousins, they were at the gatherings, sometimes they spoke kindly to him or joined games and dances. Allan and Mateo always kept to themselves, either studying or just...keeping a safe distance. Kaesos was scary because he was so big and grumbly. By the time Vincent went to Collegem himself, the four of them were upperclassmen with too much on their plates to be concerned about him.
[*]FERRUCIO - To Vincent, Ferrucio might as well have been his big brother just like Rowan. As a child he wanted to tell Sherry to be nicer, but that always just got him glared at too. Much like with Lady Crescence's children, Vincent's mother didn't approve much of Ferrucio being around Vincent when she could help it---she called him a "bad influence" within Vincent's earshot more than once. As he got old enough to understand what was going on, however, he came to pity Ferrucio---the poor bastard, literally, was just a slave to his bloodline, working for the approval of people who didn't give a whit about him. Just like Vincent, perhaps.[/list]
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[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]