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The crackling of thunder sounded faintly in the distance as rain softly ticked along his windowpane, it was the perfect weather to curl up at home and read a book by candle light, or even carve a pumpkin or two to bring in the autumn spirit to his dully decorated home. Vincent had always enjoyed pumpkin carving, it gave him something to take his anger out on, and even when it did turn out like complete crap he still displayed it vividly along his small porch, lively and proud of the work he put into it. But instead of enjoying his time alone, relaxing by himself and enjoying the heavy silence that hung within his house, Vincent felt bitter and confused with himself. He was confused over the fact that he couldnt understand what he was feeling, or why he was acting this way. Was he sick? The tom cat flexed his claws slightly, his nails etching faint marks into the floor boards as he angrily drew them across the splintering wood. His bicolored eyes narrowed as its faint blue light casted its glow against his dirtied paws, the warmth in his chest felt as if it was growing hotter with his cheeks mimicking its warmth as the heat traveled from his chest into his face.
Vincent threw his head up in frustration, a sickening growl rumbled within the confines of his throat as he turned to exit the room he was previously standing in. Vincent needed some fresh air, the suffocating heat within his small house felt overwhelming and overpowering at best, the tomcat felt a soft sigh pass through his ebony lips as he turned to slowly walk toward his door. His glowing oculars observed the scratches and peeling wood before he placed his paw gently on the metal doorknob, with a forceful pull the flimsy door had opened, nearly ripping it from its hinges. Vincent flinched slightly at the loud bang it emitted but gave another hefty sigh as he stepped into the cold and rainy atmosphere.
The tom took a hesitant step forward, his pads sticking to the wet surface as his body became fully emerged to the elements. Realizing his mistake, Vincent quickly summoned a red scarf to wrap tentatively around his neck, his paws holding the red fabric there for a moment before allowing his limbs to drop to the floor. Vincent sat there for a few moments, his gaze lost in the grey sky with the occasional flashes of light that illuminated the dark abyss with its white glow. Vincent closed his bicolored oculars and pointed his face toward the sky to allow the rain to drench his pale features, he finally felt at peace with himself, but now it was time to recollect.
His past was something he was rather ashamed of, he felt alone and scared with no one to really lean on and talk about it with. But this was something he wanted to feel, he wanted to feel alone and have only himself to rely on, but it seems unnatural and it has began to take a toll on his mental stability. He couldnt always look to himself for support, he had to branch out, he had to find somebody to trust with his secrets. Vincent yearned for someone to love, but he didnt know how, he didnt know how to show his affection and it seems his bitterness only drove people father away.
And then he remembered a name, and a face he couldn't quite forget
Tarotpaw
Vincent felt his eyes snap open, the heat in his chest had flared up into a fiery inferno, he could feel it spreading, he could feel it growing. The tom had stood up abruptly, his paws fumbling with direction as he couldnt decide where to go - it was then in that moment that he would start to pace until he got his breathing under control. His chest heaved uncontrollably, the breaths becoming gasps as he started to fit the puzzle pieces together. Love. He could feel it, it was love. But to whom? Tarotpaw? A man he only knew for a short period of time? No it couldnt be, but he was the only person he was really interested in. Vincent felt the tears welsh in his eyes, blinding him of his vision as his pacing only intensified. He wasnt suppose to love, he forbid himself from ever falling in love, so how? How was it that a man, a boy who he was so hostile, so bitter toward, who he didnt even get to know properly steal his heart away from him?
The sadness he felt subsided and soon boiled into anger, denial. Vincent squeezed his visionaries shut, his body abruptly halted as he slammed his paws against his porch, the splintered wood wedging themselves into his sensitive pads. The pain he felt seemed nonexistent as the tom stormed quickly off of his porch and onto the dirt road leading into the heart of the village. His pace had quickened turning his speed walk into a jog, his eyes burning with uncertainty as his slender body raced across the road, spewing dirt and dust in his wake. He needed to talk to him, to find out what was going on, to see if this is what he truly felt and to see if he could allow such a man into his life without fear of being hurt.
Time had seemed to slow as Vincent came closer and closer to Tarotpaw's house, time seemed to have stopped altogether when his form halted in front of the canines house. Vincent looked at Taros door, his nostrils flared slightly as he allowed his body to gradually climb the stairs, he could feel his breath quicken out of excitement instead of his usual anxiety attack.
What do I do?
The world around him seemed to swallow up before him, swirling into a pattern so uncertain and so unrecognizable the more he felt himself climb the former males stairs. His gaze was steady and kept its usual monotoned look of bitterness, however, behind the glass castle walls he always hid behind, he could feel his emotions chisel away at his sturdy exterior.
What do I do?
Vincent had reached the top of the stairs and was now staring longingly into the decorated door. He could feel his heart pounding inside of his chest, was he really about to do this? Vincent looked back into the nonexistent black abyss behind him, he knew he couldnt turn back, he couldnt live with this guilt anymore. He yearned to talk to someone, anyone, to finally relieve of this weight on his shoulders. But he couldnt, he couldnt trust anyone after that dreadful day, the day he learned that men were something of fear and hatred.
I don't believe it if I don't keep proof
The tomcat bit his tongue slightly as he drew his arm forward, his paw resting gently against the doors frame. Vincent felt so uncertain, so confused, so angry at himself and at others who try to get close to him. But he was so tired of being alone, he needed love weather it was platonic or romantic, he needed to feel like he was alive and human like the rest of his clanmates. Vincent drew in a sharp breath before he allowed his paw to knock loudly against the apprentices door, the tomcat breathed calmly before speaking,
I don't believe it if I don't know you
"Tarotpaw...um, its me...p-plese open up we-I need to talk t-to you"
[size=8]GENERAL:
VINCENT SILVAN | ' VINNY ' | MALE
• 13 months | September 16th | Virgo
• windclan warrior | ex-sunclan member | nervous wreck
• demisexual/homosexual | homoromantic
• severe social anxiety | panic disorder | insomniac
• socially inadequate despite his mature nature | does not be-friend people easily
IMPORTANT FACTS:
• faceclaim: nathan prescott, mr. jefferson
• [20% googleplier] | [70% original character] | [10% dweeb]
• voice reference | plot | biography
• hates to be touched | enjoys to be alone and isolated from others
• never seems to fall asleep | takes brief naps throughout the day
PHYSICAL:
• TUXEDO TOM CAT [main] | reference | health: 75%
— vincent is a rather slender tomcat, preferably thin for his species but none the less a quite healthy cat. His ebony and alabaster speckled fur coats his form in the most dullness of color, he has no special markings that make him stand out in a crowd and overall he has a a quite average appearance. Which works just fine for him. Vincents eyes, however, are something rather unique and give his overall bland appearance a spark. His eyes are custom made, hand crafted with the finest of metals and electrical equipment that give his eyes an enhanced sense capability — but a price had to be paid, and that price cost him his organic eyes altogether. Vincent natural scent is pinecone and he overall looks like a high school drop out.
— chronic injuries: lost of sight, lost of hearing
PERSONALITY:
• istp-t personality type | "virtuoso"
— Vincent is the embodiment of an introvert, he lets off a distal and angry aroura that usually drives most of his peers away from him — but it seems the curious take pity on him. He is bitter, commanding, decisive and over all just cruel to the people around him, he takes initiative action to make sure people just stay away as he just wants to be left alone. he rarely takes pity on the people he's hurt or let the guilt control him over the things he's done, he never shows his true feelings to anyone and lets it fester inside of him — like a thousand pound weight placed onto his shoulders. but for those who are patient enough to deal with the constant backlash, vincent can become lax and a lot cooler than his bitter persona. he is a loyal companion to the end, an overprotective one at best, but his lack of social interaction has crippled his skills in aiding the ones he loves as well as showing how much he cares for the people he wishes to protect.
RELATIONSHIPS:
• single | crushing on no one | ½ VORA | ½ ____
• monogamous | doesn't make friends easily
• devon silvan xx unknown | generation one | no known siblings
INTERACTION:
• physically moderate | mentally easy
• doesn't know how to fight properly | uses his array of powers to defend himself
• attack in #a6bfcc
• feel free to powerplay any non-violent actions
