Vashmere Family/Vincent Von

WARNING: You may take this all as lies or just laugh your butt off. The vashmere family is part of a small group of players now among you who wish to roleplay people from another world that you may not allow in your mind to be real. If you have a problem with these players harmlessly roleplaying accidental victims of a dimensional vortex then there is no reason to read this. The players involved with this intend to make a guild or church of pagan gods and ideas of this world they hail from. Of course they can be seen as psychotic dreamers for your own happyness"

Vincent Von Vashmere, second son of Vincent Von the third, is a young but brave man. His entire life he has always looked under rocks for dragons to slay, searched for fair maidens to save and honor to gain.

he is tall, 6ft3, and blond with square shoulders ontop of a slim frame. His eyes are those of hope and trust unless confronted with evil. If evil was to be present, Vincent would be truly upset and forced to challenge it. Is hate for evil is matched only for his love of ale. Getting drunk and dancing while drinking is his favriot sport. And Vince is a happy drunk indeed.

Living his youthful years in Nighthelm, Vincent has become a member of the loyal order of the Elder Gods in hopes to keep his family's curse away. His fear of becoming "sick" like his brother "Vatticus" is huge. He sleeps tossing and mumbling of terrors of the occult kind. He moved to Nighthelm to get away from his family.

Vince is not proud of his family name or of the blood within its members. His only good brother (Victor III) died in Abington shortly before Vince landed in nighthelm. The loss of his brother allowed him solace in finally seperating himself from the Vashmere name sake. He will never donate to his family gold or sapport of any kind. He will never honor a Vashmerian Noble and will challenge any he sees to a duel to the death.

Vince is lawful and mindful, if not a little loud and silly...But he risks growing up a fine individual if he continues to learn from his greatest influnences in the path of the warrior- Sarig and Senoske, two heros in Vince's eyes.

Vince has also ran into one Knight named Drac, and seems to have found a partner in mischief and good old fashion fun. Drac lost a duel to first blood in a drunken sword fight on top of Nighthelm's biggest bar table recently. This was the first duel Vince has ever won (He lost over 4 to Nighthelms local Nobles) and it resulted in Drac being wounded. The horror over this will always cuase Vince to rethink dueling for fun.

Vince refuses to remember his home lands, his upbringing, and the magic his family embraced. He is a new man of a new life. Living to defend the honor and safty of Nighthelm, and drink it dry along the way.