AMHERST, vincent

[vincent]

Nickname: Devi
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What can be found in a name:
Vincent Kylun Amherst
When the day I was born:
March 17, 1959
The Angels screamed:
Father: Kylun Amherst
Mother: Lilith Amherst [nee: Townsend] [deceased]
And Hell shut its doors:
None
While creatures retreated:
Cat: Riddick
To depths unknown:
Pure Blood

I hide from them:
The Astronomy Tower
The dungeons
Be who they want to see:
Most people would probably term the boy 'lanky' which wouldn't be too far off really. He's quite tall, standing at six foot one, but at the same time he's rather thin only coming in at a hundred fifty two when soaking wet, that doesn't mean though that he's all skin and bones as Vinny does possess some muscle, not as much as he might like, but enough that he'd be able to throw one mean right hook if necessary.

Vincent is a beautiful man, no two ways about it. The boy has a regal face, with the slightest dust of freckles, a straight slightly pointed nose and cheekbones that most women would probably kill for, along with a set of plush and naturally rosy pink lips. He's been told before that were it not for his angular jaw, well he'd make one very beautiful woman, and though that might be true that isn't something he likes to hear. Vinny's feathery dark brown hair is always kept slicked back out of his face and is never allowed to grow past the base of his neck.

Then we come to his most striking feature and it's not what's in his pants, though that isn't that bad either, but what we're talking about right now is a pair of eyes that happen to be an amazing and distinctive shade of ice blue. A lot of people are taken by his eyes even though they are so cold for the simple fact that they aren't a shade normally seen in people.

As far as clothing is concerned, well as long as he looks good in it, he doesn't much care and really there isn't much the boy can't make look good, or so he believes. Fashion is something that is dictated solely by his mood and not by what everyone else is wearing, one day he'll be wearing a pair of snug jeans and a tee shirt, the next it will be dress pants and a button up dress shirt, simply because he feels like it.

But that leaves no one:


To discover that inside:
Intelligent. Vincent is a smart boy, both when it comes to book smarts and life in general. Reading is a passion for the boy because he understands full well that knowledge really is power, and power is something that he covets rather badly. There is almost always a book within reach of him as he hates wasting time when he could be learning something new, with each piece of knowledge a person comes by, they are that much more powerful, this is something of a motto for him.

Straight-Forward. He is not the type to beat around the bush. The man prefers to get to the heart of a matter, get directly to the point of something instead of dancing around a subject for the simple fact that he believes it is a waste of time, especially for him. Vincent is an intelligent man, a know-it-all who actually does have a clue to his surroundings and as such finds it a tedious chore to have to speak with most people as he finds them below him and he hates that some people need to have the truth sugar coated.

Sadistic. In all honesty, Vinny takes a certain measure of joy in watching other people writhe about in pain and hell he's even a bit of a masochist himself really. He enjoys being hurt to a point, pain is good as far as he's concerned, it lets a person know they're still alive. Another thing he enjoys is watching people in fear, because pain and fear just seem to go hand in hand, there's just something though, something about the look in a person's eye, watching as the blood drains from their face that causes him to chuckle and he very much likes exploring peoples minds for whatever it is they fear in order to use it against them later. He's also rather morbid, taking a fascination with what most people would deem 'dark' and 'creepy'

Gentleman. As dark and rather cruel as the man is, Vincent is still a gentleman. It's actually quite a good cover really, most people wouldn't deem him to be the cruel boy that he really is because he almost never fails to come off as polite, on the surface he is the perfect gentleman. His grand-parents were after all very old fashioned when it came to such things and as such the man is very much the type to compliment a woman, inquire on how her day went, open doors and pull out chairs. He doesn't curse much when in the company of the fairer sex and the man is will always greet a person he knows

Selfish. The boy refuses to do anything for anyone unless he is gaining something from it, and it better be something damn good depending on the favor. It's this selfishness that causes him to keep from joining the Death Eaters, for one he can't see himself serving under anyone and two the boy is smart enough to know that he wont really gain anything worth going to Azkaban by joining them.

Control Freak. He loves to be the puppet master in whatever he decides to do, Vincent is always in control of himself and in most cases the situation at hand and the rest of the players in his little games even if they don't know they're playing. The man believes in the power of the mind over the body, as such he always keeps his thoughts, emotions, and desires in check and as such he comes off as rather cold and detached which is just the way he likes it for Vinny believes that nothing good can come out of being too impulsive. Because of this he rarely losses his temper, but if he does, that means you've really managed to hit a nerve and he's a few seconds away from causing you some serious pain.

This soulless being:

• Power
  
• Being in control
  
• Silver
  
• Beautiful women
  
• Thunderstorms
  
• The night
  
• Pain {his own and others}
  
• Other people's fear
  
• Reading
  
• Pomagranets
  
• Alcohol
  
• Cake
  
• Knowledge
  
• When things go his way

Is just as lost:

• Bordom
  
• Obnoxiously loud noises
  
• Prudes
  
• Idiots
  
• When his plans go wrong
  
• Being played a fool
  
• Whimps
  
• Crowded areas
  
• Wasting time
  
• His reading glasses
  
• Both the DE and the Order
  
• Most people in general
  
• Having his looks compared to a woman's
  
• Helpless women
  
• Sunny days

As everyone else:

• Quick and Agile
  
• Intelligent
  
• Double jointed
  
• Quick witted
  
• Charming
  
• High pain tolerance
  
• Fast reflexes

In a world that knows only hate:

• His Pride
  
• Beautiful women
  
• Knowledge
  
• People don't take him seriously because of his looks
  
• Not very strong physically
  
• Very distrusting of most people
  
• His lack of feeling when it comes to everyday things
  
• Alcohol
  
• Can get too cocky

And causes pain for the soulless like me:
He misses his mother
Wishes someone would actually love him

They left me to die:
Magdalen Townsend [nee: Bailey]: Grandmother [deceased]
Alfred Townsend: Grandfather[deceased]
Davina Townsend [nee: Catlin]: Aunt
John Townsend: Uncle

On a bed of roses:
Kaitlynn Amherst [nee Morgan]: Grandmother [deceased]
Nathan Amherst: Grandfather [deceased]
Eilis O‘Rielly [nee: Amherst]: Aunt
Russell O’ Rielly: Uncle [deceased]
Jacob Amherst: Uncle

Blood seeping through:
Kylun killed his wife
The satin sheets of fame:
Rich
What a bitter story of love:
Dear Vinny was born to a rather well off pureblooded and rich couple in Ireland, which would be all fine and dandy where it not for the fact that couple felt absolutely nothing in the way of affection towards each other as it had been an arranged marriage and had only copulated for the sake of preserving the blood line. So when Vincent was born to them he was born into a cold and loveless family that held more contempt and resentment for each other then anything else, though all outward appearances made them out to be the perfect family, because they did have reputations to keep after all.

Growing up was rather uneventful really, simply his parents filling his head with the old pureblood ideals and nurturing the magic that proudly showed itself in the boy from an early age, telling him that he was in fact better then everyone else. Of course he latched onto the ideals, being such an impressionable youth at the time unfortunately the only thing his parents could ever seem to agree on was how much they hated each other and eventually the strain on the marriage really began to show. They were constantly fighting by the time he was ten, always arguing from what to eat for breakfast right down to what sort of shoes to buy the boy and it left him confused and annoyed.

Hogwarts became his haven from the two bickering old birds, though he did love both his parents to a point, the fact that they had turned to using him as their upper hands against each other was something that he deeply resented. The Christmas break of his fourth year was the breaking point though, his mother drunk and angry stood up at the dinner table on Christmas Eve and announced to him and his father that she had been carrying an affair. Now while his father didn’t care for his mother, that was an insult the man couldn’t take and though his mother had gone to bed that night drunk, she had still been in good health, so there was no real answer as to why she had died halfway through the night.

Vincent knew that his father had killed the woman, there had been little doubt in his mind when his clear eyes had glanced at his father on Christmas morning the slightly mad look in the man’s eyes had been more then enough of a confession. Quietly he finished the vacation and went back to school, keeping the secret to himself and deciding to never tell a soul. From then on his father seemed happier for the most part, but Vinny had lost the only person he had ever trusted and as the years past he became more introverted and twisted.

The air left his lungs in soft puffs that appeared in front of him in the cool night, whisping slightly before disappearing and he pulled his coat closer around his lean frame. To say that it was cold tonight was an understatement, but even as the biting wind blew through his hair and messed it about he didn‘t do much except sink deeper into the coat he had bought earlier that week. Maybe if he wasn‘t a stick figure of a man he would hold better against the cold London night, but alas that was not the case and all he could do was bear it.

Even as he felt his muscles tense to stop from shivering where he stood he kept his blue eyes down on the ground in front of him, a frown marring his lips. Vincent couldn't help but wonder just who it was that had been here and left the flowers on his mother's grave. It had not been him, and he was as sure as death that it hadn't been his father, perhaps the woman's lover even after all these years? The thought caused his jaw to tense, he blamed her death on the nameless man that he had never met for having gotten involved with a married woman.

Actually he blamed it on everyone, his father for killing her, his mother for having goaded a man who was already on the edge as it was. Even himself for having continued pouring the wine into her crystal glass at her request, he should have known better, should have said no and taken the whipping that would have followed. But it was too late now and he was simply left visiting his mother's grave this Christmas night while a steadily growing hate expanded in his chest, heavy and dark in such a way that it almost made him sick.

Reaching into an inner pocket of his coat Vincent produced a silver flask and quickly unscrewed the top before having a deep swallow of the liquor he had earlier filled it with. Almost immediately he felt the warmth carve its way through his body and he sighed, the only sound he had made the entire time until then. But the liquor did nothing to quench the hatred he was feeling for the woman that lay in her grave for having left him alone in the world with a father that had never wanted him in the first place, and the man that had put her there. Putting the flask away his eyes narrowed at the grave, "Merry Christmas you selfish bitch," His whispered words more of a growl, why did she get to escape Kylun and he didn't? As the wind blew again he turned and began to pick his way back out of the cemetery.

[iDorcy]