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Born during the renaissance of Europe Vincent was born of the Aristocracy, he grew up with every advangate. His was a world of private schools and careful etiquette. Yet he never really felt right in his place, looking for a past time that might allow discractions from the day to day chores of his life. That is when he was turned to fencing by one of his fellow class mates. For the first time in Vincent's life he felt right, nothing was better than the feel of a sword in his hand. He started out learning the basics but as time went on he started gaing in skill, until it was apperent that not even the fencing teacher could offer him a challange anymore.
And thus started Vincent down the road towards unlife. He had little way of knowing that one of those who invested in the Private school were he and his classmates studied and fenced was a Vampire of the Toreador clan. Intrested in the arts and the study of life.
He also expected nothing out of the ordinary when one of his teachers told him that a women wanted to speak with him in private. At first he was curious,, no one had acually ever ask anything about him before and the hour was growing late, it was nearly 11. So he made haste to upper offices of the school were he was to meet this patorn of the Arts.
He was awe struck by the Beauty of the lady he met when he stepped in to that room. He found himself hanging on her everword as if in some kind of trance. The talked for a long time, Vincent doing most of the Talking, for some reason he just felt like telling this woman everything about him.
She got up and approached him, at first he was not sure what she wanted then she leaned fowards, his eyes followed her dress top as it expossed cleavage, that moment of distraction, took his eyes down and away, the next thing he knew he was feeling the most intense pleasure that he had ever felt in his life, then he was drifting down in to blackness.
When next he awoke he was somewhere else completely, a bed room of some type however there were no windos at all. He woke up shaking his head, he was not qute sure what had happened to him. He set there for a a while unsure what we was to do. Then the door opened and the lady from the night before came in. "Greetings Vincent, I see you have awakened. Come let me tell you of your new life...or should I say unlife."
And so she did.