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Character: Vincent Valentine
Series: Final Fantasy 7
Age: 26
Character Type: Assassin

Allegiance: Whoever has the right price for his services.

Background: Vincent Valentine was born in the lower classes of the Kingdom, basically on the streets. Birthed fragile and weak, he grew up with the same rough life as any other kid on the streets, yet he seemed to be constantly picked on for his frail appearence, growing up a tortured young boy. However, when he reached the age of ten, he started taking an interest in sharpshooting, whether it was with a bow or a dagger. Blades having never interested him, and the bow seeming too weak, he soon fell in love with a different weapon. A more efficient one: the crossbow.

Armed with this, he spent every waking minute practicing in order to show up those who would claim him to be weak. After several years the young Valentine was becoming better, the crossbow allowing him easy movement as he practiced various other things to aide him. Speed and quickness became essential, as did stealth. Slowly and surely, his confidence in his abilities grew. Though fate was not yet done toying with him. His parents, whom were all he had, died when he was eighteen.

After that happened, he became truly alone, slinking around the towns in the darkest of night, offering his services until word got around in the shiftier areas of the lower class. Soon he was being given tips along with missions, the adopted family he seemingly had even giving him an outfit to wear. It was all black, except for a red cape. Somehow, this gave him an air of mystery, and he even carried himself like he was indeed mysterious.

When he was twenty-four, the "final straw" for his mentality came when a routine mission went awry. As punishment for failure, the very people who took him in cut off his left arm. Shunned by his mentors and what he believed to be friends, he shut himself inside his own self, the result being another voice that spoke of itself as "Chaos". After he had been banished and hurt, it was this mentality that took him over, Vincent waking days later to find the stump where his arm used to be bandaged and stitched closed, though this was done rather crudely. Unaware of this other self until later, he walked alone, having grown to be quite a handsome man, though the years of abuse he had taken gave him low self-esteem.

A year later when he was twenty-five, he came across an armor maker and was intrigued with the way in which he created his works. Pleading his case and offering to work off what it cost, he had an appendege fashioned out of a metal he had never seen. It looked golden, yet was as solid as any piece of steel he had ever seen. With this, he took up an assassin's life, able to quickly pay off the man once he got enough jobs.

Perhaps, even now, after another year and at the age of twenty-six, even one of the princes had possibly caught wind of his abilities and talents....