Vincent Silver

Happy B-day Salinye! I glad I stumbled in here soon enough to see this.

Could any mods please lock or delete this thread? I have decided to redo this once more- I forgoten which time this is but it'a gotta be the charm by now.

I also saw Serinity this weekend and I was blown away, this was one of the best (if not the best) film I've seen in theathers in years. The acting was top notch, these actors may not be big Hollywood names but they can act better then most of them anyway- like Finnus said, they loved these characters and played it perfectly. The camera work and special effects were also great. The entire film had zooms and dirty sun-washed look, and the sences in space added one little quirk I loved- just like in the show all the sences in space had no sound (expect for the music)- why? No sound in space, too many sci-fi movies have huge explosions and lazers rining in your ears in the middle of dead space. Lastly, the plot, prehaps just a little hard for those who didn't see the show to get right away but after the film takes off your sucked in regardless if your a fan of the show or not. The plot was all about the characters and less about the action (although theres plenty of it), the entire focus is on how these people feel about what their doinfg not what their doing. All in all an amazing film, of course I may be a bit bias as a Browncoat, but I recomened it to anyone.

I was a little worse off, just got power today and water was about 4 feet away from our porch, if that storm would of been a wee bit closer we would of had it bad. But luckily it didn't and we're quite alright.

*hugs the Ayshela* Long time no see, glad to see your back!

Before Vincent could recieve an answer to his question the world was a sudden swirl of gray, he spuns in place longsword griped tightly but all around him was the dence fog he had seen when he first arrived in this horrible plane. He heard voice from all around him but he stayed grounded to his spot, his hand griping his longsword untill it was numb. He closed his eyes and tryed to let his other sences guide him since his eyes were all but useless in this thick fog, he heard a voice from one direction turned to it and it came from another. With a sigh, which seemed to come from all directions to his ears, he gave up trying to get any grounding in this disorienting fog. "Every stay where you are! Moving will only get you lost!"

"My people are out there fighting!" Vincent roared stumbling to his feet, he barely got to the door before he almost lost his balance, and before Tanny caught his arm. "Don't be foolish Vincent, you almost died out there, you're lucky I found you." Vincent just ingored her breaking her grip and pushing passed the changed Minx, he gripped his sword tightly, "I can't fail my people again!" The words hit him like a brick wall..., he couldn't fail them again because they were already dead. He staggered and fell to his knees, the supernatural rage that once filled his body leaveing him exuasthed, "Wha...what is this place?," he mumbled to himself, then spoke a bit louder, "This looks like my homeland...but it isn't...it can't be it was destroyed long ago," he glanced around at the others gathered there, "What is this place?" Edit: Thanks to Sweetcherrie for pointing out my typos

Consciousness faded in and out for Vincent, one moment the roar of battle, the clanging of swords, the sight of blood slowly trailing down the streets, the walls and building collasping to rubble- the next blackness. He strugled to breath, to think, to surivie. His hand clinged tightly to the acient blade in his right, his left moving slowly searching for something - anything to help him. He traced his hand along the blood soaked cobble-stone streets, diging his nails, kicking his legs, and draging his massive weight of body and armor as much as he could. He inched along like this till he hand found the steps of one of the last standing builings, with a show of strength that nearly caused him to black out again he heaved his-self up into a siting postion and inched into the open doorway away from battle. As much as he wanted to fight the dark foe that haunted his dreams he could do little dead. He began to unbuckle whatever bit of piece of armor he could manage, throwing it to the side with a loud clang that was dwarfed by the raging battle outside the thin walls. Once he had enough access to his wounded flesh he placed his hand gently over it and closed his eyes in prayer. Innaovin's power came slowly and weakly, it was only with great force of will that he could heal the many wounds on his body just a fraction of what they needed to be. He let out a sigh, leaned back aginst one of the walls of the empty house, and prayed- both to Inaovin and that he would surive this day.

Vincent charged into the mass of black-clad men, wave after of of dark engery slaming into his armor. Most of the force was asorbed by the armor's magical propety, the remaining barely slowling Vincent's blind charge. After braving the barrage of dark magics he finnaly met his foe, swinging his longsword with great skill and strength he cleaves through the first man's armor, flesh, and bone leting out a piercing cry of pain. He swords danced through each man's armor and flesh sending sprays of red that stained Vincent's silver and gold armor. He tore throught the ranks, tearing men apart in a blind rage of emotion before the forces began to overwhelm him. He felt swords pierce his body from every side but he kept fighting, he fought and fought untill he could barely stand from the amount of blood he lost, his vision began to fade as he collasped to the ground like he done those many years ago...the last thing he was before he blacked out was the massive castle of Lindson crumbling to the ground.

~Relationships~ All of Vincent's friends and family were wiped out during the attack on Lindson and he knows very people in the Pen, staying scluded in his room praying for much of his time there. He welcomes converastion and likes to meet new people, but an underlying fear that he'll lose these friends haunts him too.

~Personality~ Vincent is a kind and caring man, he trys his best to help those he can and follows the strict code of chivalry followed by the knights of Lindson, but his emotions often take hold of him causing him to have moments of flared rage or casuing him to jump blindly into danger. He's a generaly nice person, looking to help all those he can whenever he can.

~Physical Description~ Vincent is a large well built man, standing about 6'1 and weighing about 220 lb. His hair is black and about sholder length, it's ussaly left to hang free only tied back during battle, his eyes are a dark green. He's body is covered with many scars from previous battles altought there ussaly covered by his armor, if you could see them thought a large poorly healed scar dangerously close to his heart is the most noticeable. He's rather handsome in a rugged sort of way.

Items Vincent carries an ancient silver longsword given to him by him father, the blade has been in the family for generation and is named Silverblade. It contains no powers it's-self besides being masterly crafted, but Vincent's close link with it allows him to focus some devine might into the blade making it extremly devasting aginst evil foes. He wears a suit of full-plate mail armor, silver with gold enterwoven roses tracing the edges. The suit was crafted by a dwarven blacksmith named Barrend Firebrok and enhanced by the Barrends brother. the dwarven wizard Xander Firebrok. The suit of armor pushes away phyiscal attacks to some extent and asorbs a small level of offensive magical engery.

~Magical Abilities~ Vincent has little in the way of magical abilities, he can do some basic healing with the grace of his god, turn undead, and can also summon his special mount, Judgement, from the Astral Plane. In addition to these basic abilites sometime Innoavin leads his powers and does great things through Vincent, these shows of power only happen in rare and important situations and vary greatly. Examples of this are near god-like strength, the abilty to heal massive amounts of people at once, huge busrts of speed, and much more.

~Abilities~ Vincent's main strength is just that, his strength. He's been training since he was a small child and devloped an amazing phyiscal strength. He is also highy trained to his weapon of choice, the longsword, he devoted his entire life to the weapon and knows the ends and outs of the weapon. A skilled horseman, he is profiecent in mounted combat. He is also a good speaker and can easily raise a troop's moral with words.

Vincent tried in vain to blink away the blinding gold light finally he gave up and let it slowly fade away on it's own. He was greeted by a plain grassy feild, a think mist streched far off in every direction hidering his view to whatever else lie beyound- if anything at all. With a sigh Vincent seathed his long sword and began to walk in a random direction- he had to find something. As he walked his mind began to wonder to thoughts of home- the long-losty city of Lindson. The thought brought a small moment of cheer to Vincent, he remeber his mother's cooking, sparing with his father with wooden swords, and more things that brought a smile to his face, but like everytime he thought of home his mind began to fill with darker thought: the bloody battles he fought to protect the city, the ground opening to swallow men whole, the elements riping apart men at the whim of evil clerics, and the grand fortess city of Lindson laying in ruin- defeated and dead. He clenched his fist. grited his teeth, and closed his eyes willing away the dark memories. When he opened his eyes again he was greeted by the most amazing sight , stone walls that streched up to unbelievablely heights cris-crosed with the designs of twising interwoven roses, huge towers those rose into the sky as if to reach the long forgoten gods, and in the center of it all sat the huge castle of Lindson where he had trained as a knight. It couldn't be real, logic defied it, but Vincent couldn't think he was so full of emotion. He roamed the streets, watching adults and children go about on their buiness and play, he watched the soliders and friends he once comanded saluate and smile by as he passed- he was on the verge of tears, he was home everything was fine. His moment of peace was short lived sadly as the sky began to darken, lighting and thunder lighting the sky and shaking the earth. He ran, ran to the watch towers on the walls, up the spiral staircases, to the top of the inner wall. There he saw a sight that had haunted his dreams for years, lines of men clad in black armor as far as the sky could see, banners of Tupavvia (a black gauntlet griping a bloody beating heart) waving in the wind. He watched as the army of the black god torn his homeland apart- watched as men rushed to fight them back and we're sluaghtered. It went on for hours he could only watch as they moved farther and farther into the city, the number of black clad men had droped drasticly but the now small army still rained destuction apon the kingdom moving finnaly to the final wall. Vincent watched the remains of the Lindsonian army gather in thesmall opening in front the large double doors of the wall's gate, he griped he's sword and with a roar like an angered beast he ran down to join them. Just as he arrived to join their ranks the heavy doors were blasted off there hinges by the evil magic, they crashed to the ground and broke into splinters in the middle of the assemble resitance, but Vincent paided no heed as chunks of wood pierced his armor and soilder fled in terror, he unsheathed his sword and ran to fight the foe who hanunted his dreams for years.

~History~ Vincent came from a long line of warriors, his father and his father before him had worked there way up to the rank of Head Knight in Lindson's army. (The rank of Head Knight is very prestigious because if the King has no childern to take the throne the Head Knight takes the throne instead) Vincent planed to follow in those foot steps and enetered the Lindsonian army as soon as soon as he was old enough, much to his father's joy, he preformed extremly well jumping ranks quickly. Around the age of 27 the kingdom of Lindson was thrust into war, invaders had come from the east, conquering many elven citys and the human kingdom of Krin. Rumors spread of these conquers weilding amazing magic that not even the mages of the Arcane Tower could defend against, some of the elven refugees claimed they saw the symbol of Tupavvia, one of ancient lost gods- the god of Tynary. Lindson moved out it's forces in defence, Vincent was on the front line of these bloody battles, he saw the evil clerics of a once lost god raining down horrors apon his men time after time as the army was forced to retreat again and again untill the battles raged within the walls of the mighty kingdom. The first wall fell, then the second, and finnally the third wall, the oringal wall of Lindson that had held off many attackers since the days of the old gods fell to the might of this army. Vincent fought to the end beside his father, before blacking out from exhaustion. Vincent's lay there unconscious his rest was interputed by strange dreams. In them a tall thin man in white robes spoke to him, he carried a staff with a set of scales atop it and a cloth was tied around his head covering his eyes. He spoke, his voice seemed to come from all directions at once, "Dear Vincent...you have witness the horrors of Tupavvia's wrath, the lost god of Tynary has once again returned to this earth. Your land is destroyed, your people are dead, but you have surived Vincent- you have surived to bring blance and justice. Go forth, my son, go forth bring peace and justice to the land. My powers, the powers of Innaovin god of Justice will be with you..." Vincent opened his eyes slowly and pushed his-self up slowly, he looked around at the ruins of his once great city, all around were the bodies of both Lindsonians and the black clad men who attack the city. He moved quickly through the bodies looking for his father ingoring the pain of the many swords wounds he recieved during the battle. He searched for hours and hours through the hundereds of thousands of bodies, untill he finnaly found his father. The sight caused him to fall to his knees, tears welling up in his eyes, emotion always coking off his scream. His father hung from a rope around his neck, swaying in the wind that whiped through the fallen city, among him was King Julius Leo and his son Prince Alavin Leo, the three men with the most power in the kingdom hung as a message to all, they had won. Vincent stood up shakingly, he drew his sword and began cutting down the three men and laying them gently on the ground, he prepared a grave for each of them: marking each grave with the mans sword. Vincent did not stay to mourn there deaths, nor the death of his home, he left the ruined city with a mission, with a quest, he would not rest to those responsible recived there punishment, he would not rest untill justice was served.

~Brief Description~ Vincent James Silver was once the Head Knight of the kindom of Lindson and is now the only Paladin of the god Innoavin, one of the ancient gods of his realm. He's a tall well built warrior, standing about 6'1, with long black hair and dark green eyes. He was trained as a warrior since a very young age so he seems very calm and disciplined, but when people are in danger he acts on his heart, not his mind

Happy Birthday to thee who's age is easily divided by eleven!

Vincent let out a low growl, "Whatever we need to do we need to hurry! I will not stand by while two people are stranded in a dangerous plane!" He pushed his way twards the shimmering wall of gate engery, "I advice you all stand back, I'm going in here no matter what..." Vincent held his sword and closed his eyes in prayer once more- paying little or no heed to anywords of protest from the group. His link to Innoavin was weak, as it always was in this realm, but he felt it slowly grow. Prehaps his diety was reaching trough the wild opening of planes to reach his follower, Vincent didn't care much either way all he cared was the divine engery filling his body- it was a rush he hadn't felt in years. He slowly opened his eyes and placed one hand on the wall of shimering engery, he began to speak words in a strange varition of common, sounding much like a prayer or pled. His hand on the wall began to glow a faint gold color, the wall of wild magic shimering and jumping more and more as the divine magic was also added into the mix. Ripples of engery began to fly off teh wall twards the group growing stronger and stronger, at first they just made Vincent's long black hair and blue cape fly back, but soon he and the other gather pennites could barely stand as the waves of forced knocked into them. The suddenly a great flash of gold light filled the room as the waves of force shook the walls and knock pennites off there feet, as the blinding light faded away the spot where Vincent was once standing was empty and the wall of wild magic was moving faster and wilder then before.

Vincent stood in the center of his small room in the Pen Keep, he had both hands on the pomel of his sword, it's tip siting barely an inch from the floor, his eyes were closed in prayer. His silent communion with Innoavin, a god from Vincent's realm, was interupted by a screaming choppy message screamed into his head. He fell to his knees eyes clenched tight as the message screamed in his head, his acient longsword hiting the ground with a crash. It took awhile for Vincent to relise what the message really said his head still ringing: he shook off the pain in his head, reached for his sword, and sheathed it, "Trouble...an unknow plane..." Vincent mused to his-self, "Something must of happened in the portal room!" He quickly slid his dark blue cape over his armor and heading out the door leaving it wide open in his haste. Despite the weight of the armor he made his way through the twisting hallways of the Pen Keep tward the portal room that held the gate to his home and many more. He turns one last corner, seeing the wolf and feline figure standing in front of the door to the portal room, "What happened, do any of you know?" Vincent asked franticly, hoping the other two knew more then he did.

...There's a certain evil wizard I'd love to see bonked on the head with a heat-seaking apple!" The peguin scoffed, "A heat-seeking apple, thats just silly! A heat-seeking bannana maybe but an apple is just silly! Listen, instead of attcking a wizard with an apple how about I..."

Aye, Xaious speaks the truth: I am indeed alive and I barely vist the pen anymore, the latter is more sadening than the first. But I choose to change one of those two truths as of now, and since I'm still sitting here I can only assume it's the more perferabe of the changes. EDIT: I've obviously haven't change my typing abilities in the least.

I had sleep in late that day, it was 1 p.m. when I finally woke. It was quiet, eeriely so even for small suburban area, I flick on the T.V. and what I saw shocked me. At first I thought it was a joke, some big elaborate prank, every channel was full of news reports of the "Walking Dead". I laughed it off before heading outside, thats when I recieved the shock of my life- the streets were chaotic yet devoid of life. Dead bodies lay strew about, riped apart beyond recognition. I spoted Blake, a friend of mind, wondering slowly through the carnage - he was covered in blood and something seemed a bit off but I ran to him anyway. It was nearly too late when I finally relised what was wrong: his eyes were filled with an animal hunger, his right arm was shattered and layed lifeless at his side- he lunged at me with the good arm his blood caked fingernails riping into my flesh as I scream and jerked away. And then I ran, ran for what seemed like ages. I had no idea where I was going, nor did I care, I just ran, ran untill my legs gave out and fell panting onto the pavement- then I blacked out. When I came to I had no idea where I was but it was night and those things were everywhere, I needed to find other surviors, I needed to find safety, I needed to find guns...lots of them. So now I wander, defenesless, cold, and scared- looking for anyone who surivied the horror that befell the world today.

This coming from someone who spends most of his time indoors on the computer or video-games.