Vincent Canteloup
| Shade | Wolf-Blooded |
/ Manipulation Three / Presence Three / Striking Looks One /
A rough edged stone, partially polished after the fact, that was Vincent's image. A worn-down twenty-something, slightly gaunt in build, A set of fading dark circles under their eyes. But still, there was some quality that made them worth looking at, might have been the blonde mane past his shoulders, a single hairclip keeping it from becoming a wild mess, could have been the amber eyes stuck behind the windows of red-framed glasses, could just be the way he moved? He prefered to take long walks at night, where the staring was much less common.
Truth be told, he's doing the staring tonight. Amber eyes scroll over the two figures in the park as he walked by, they seemed to be quite a mismatched pair to him. As he saw it there was a raggedy man, one with the aura of a bodhisattva predator, and a well-dressed woman who he couldn't sense anything of the sort from. It was enough of a curiousity that he reflexively looked back over his shoulder, noting his 'pack' was more distant than usual, and didn't seem to be catching up anytime soon. He did up the second-from-the-top button of his deep red, untucked dress shirt, adjusted the pocket of his white jeans to get his phone to slide all the way down, and turned towards the pair.
"Sorry, but may I ask what you two have been talking about? You make quite an odd pair, as you are."
As soon as the even-voiced words sliped out from behind oversized canine teeth, a quick wave of regret passed over him. What if he'd interrupted some kind of drug deal, or worse? Still, this was the first werewolf he'd encounted ever since he moved here, and he was
not about to give them any way to know his situation, even if the seemingly-normal woman weren't already present.
Vince's mentioned 'pack' is a holdover from an NPC he was based on, back in a chronicle long-since dead. They will not be appearing in shards, for obvious reasons.