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Name: Vincent Reinhardt
Age: 19
Social Class: Mage/Nobility
Birthday: Nov. 16
Blood Type: O-
Family: Ignas Reinhardt (uncle), Morgan Reinhardt (aunt), August Reinhardt (father - deceased), Evalia Reinhardt (mother - deceased), Victor Schneide (grandfather - deceased)
Preferred Element: Fire

Vincent was born to August and Evalia Reinhardt as the next heir to the Reinhardt house on a late fall evening, and though neither he nor his parents were yet aware of it, he would soon become its last. As far as noble houses go, the Reinhardts were fairly stereotypical in that both the lord and lady flung their money about with little shame or regard and essentially did as they pleased for the most part. However, the Reinhardts were a bit different in that their house had recently divided into a small number of branches with August, the first-born out of five in the last generation, and his familiy at the top as the main branch while his brother Ignas, the second oldest, and his family were one of the many offshoots that, while coming into possession of a fair amount of the family estate and wealth, did not enjoy quite the same level of prestige as the main family. This doubtlessly put a damper on August's relationship with his brother when it came time to distribute the claims of the inheritance, estranging the two, and this would serve to shape the events that would follow once Vincent came along some time later.

As with any child to be groomed as an heir, the young master Vincent was subject to stringent study beneath the tutors his parents had wasted little time surrounding him with, but both Lord and Lady Reinhardt spent much of their time coddling their son, the father especially so as he'd not expected to have a male heir to the estate as his first child. Vincent's parents were thus his part-time playmates, and the young master bonded with them happily in his childhood as a result. The way he had things figured out, August considered the future of the main branch of the Reinhardt house secure so long as he had his beloved son, and the family more or less predicted smooth sailing for the next generation. It was not to be so, however, and in a cruel twist of irony, neither August nor Evalia would lose their child, but Vincent instead would lose them. A carriage mishap involving Evalia's father and August's father-in-law, Victor Schneide, began with the man being thrown out of the carriage into a lake near the road he was traveling one day and August, having gotten word of this and riding out to the scene, jumping in to save him. Sadly, despite the best efforts of servants and the bewildered but unharmed carriage driver, both men drowned that day due to a combination of thick mud and entangling weeds; as a result, Evalia, wracked with sorrow over losing both her father and husband, soon died of her grief, leaving young Vincent, no more than seven years of age, very much alone in a matter of days. By right, however, he was still the sole heir to the Reinhardt house, and his uncle Ignas, suddenly stepping out of relative anonymity to Vincent, seized the chance to take his oblivious nephew into his care as a means of accessing what had been denied to him at birth.

Ignas and his wife Morgan, having no children of their own, more or less became Vincent's caretakers shortly after the deaths of the boy's parents, moving right into August's manse with impunity in the process, and Vincent's confusion over what had happened to his parents and what was happening to him made him all the more susceptible to Ignas' guidance, which consisted mostly of his uncle attempting both directly and indirectly to convince the boy that turning over his claim to heirship to him was in his best interest. Other than that, Ignas remained otherwise aloof to Vincent as did Morgan, who seemed to feel no real semblance of compassion for their nephew-turned-adopted-son, and only public outings together were enough to evoke even a facade of parental care from the two. Vincent continued his lessons as before and lived in relatively similar comfort as he had with his parents, but his "playmates" were no longer around - that contributed to his growing seclusion in his uncle's household, causing him to become independent and willful as he grew older. As the years passed and Vincent grew more intelligent and less naive about his situation, Ignas began to see that his efforts and his veiled scheme were gradually falling apart, leaving him with only a potential threat in his nephew who, once he was of age to receive his title and inheritance, might see fit to evict them all from what was rightfully his estate. In short, Ignas needed a new plan if he wanted to maintain his false claim to the top of the Reinhardt dynasty.

It was only a day or so after Vincent's nineteenth birthday that Ignas began to feel the pressure to act on his back; Vincent would be able to claim power over his inheritance in only another year, and the boy seemed to have it out for his uncle these days. Needing to come up with a new plan and quick, Ignas chose to discuss the matter at length in private with his wife one day in his study, and Vincent, increasingly distrustful of his uncle at this point, had taken it upon himself to spy on him every chance that he got, certain that something was being hidden from him; today, however, would prove to be most fruitful, as Vincent managed to infer the truth of his uncle's intentions from everything that he happened to hear in secret that day. Why a relative who he'd rarely seen before suddenly decided to step in on his behalf, why that very fact seemed so awfully convenient, and why his uncle had tried again and again to persuade him to confer his inheritance onto him was slowly becoming clear, and Vincent, beginning to come to conclusions and growing more vexed and enraged with every passing second, was a moment away from bursting into the room and beating answers out of Ignas when a house servant suddenly called them all to the front door.

It just so happened that the testors from Reyse were at the door of the Reinhardt manse, and the day ended with Vincent packing things and being shipped off for Everthorne Academy. He was close, so very close, and that interruption had taken away what might have been Vincent's best chance to sort out the truths from the lies he was now certain he'd been fed for over ten years of his life. Leaving the manse with a wild look in his eyes, Vincent couldn't focus on what happiness he might have felt in knowing that he was gifted with some potential for magic - happiness was all but foreign to him after these long years - and whether he succeeded or failed, he had a score to settle the moment he stepped out of the academy gates for the last time.

As a newly arisen mage, lord of House Reinhardt, and the sole, remaining blood heir to the main branch of the Reinhardt family, Vincent has acquired wealth and influence like no other master of the family before him. So far, however, he seems to give little regard to the expanded freedoms given through both privileges, having changed very little as a person through the course of it all: Vincent is still a rather independent person, even more so now than ever with sole heirship to the head of his family, and with the manse of the main family all to himself, he still prefers solitude when it can be had,whether for work or no, though simple job protocol and his required, public presence in family functions has been pivotal in getting him to curb that desire somewhat.

The family aside, Vincent spends much of his time either surrounded by books in study, refining his technique and skill in fire magic, or when there is leisure time available, riding alone across the countryside of Fairn. He still enjoys a good discussion on virtually anything, widely thought of as a great liberal by his numerous cousins, aunts, and uncles in the other branch families because of his views, and spending time with Anabeth simply talking about whatever might come up has had the gradual effect of making Vincent more of an amiable, open person. Still, not everything has changed about him -- there are some things that will not pass his lips easily as an admittance of an oversight or a misjudgement. The means and reasoning by which Vincent's uncle and aunt, Ignas and Morgan Reinhardt, suddenly departed from the manse and left Vincent unhindered lordship over House Reinhardt many months before his claim would be legitimate, for example, is one thing that he has simply had little to say about.

Once he had returned from Everthorne, it was said by some of the onlooking maids that Vincent had simply walked through the front door, ignoring his luggage and the like, found his uncle having a glass of wine in his study, shut the door, and had a brief, quiet chat -- nothing more and nothing less. What was said behind those doors, however, apparently had a strong effect on Ignas, and within a day or so, he and his wife were simply gone without a single word. Nothing more was publicly heard from the two nor where they had gone, Vincent, seeming to take everything in stride, simply took over the heading of the family, and that was the end of it. Questions still fly amongst the family about what actually took place even now, but Vincent seems to pay it little heed, occupied with his duties and constant research. For his casual behavior, it was as if all the events of the past eighteen years had never even occurred.

The Vincent of today is not a great deal different in character from how he was during his days at Everthorne, but it is undeniable that the time spent there is certainly the cause of a few, slow changes that he has undergone ever since. Once an individual with a terrible temper that he worked tirelessly to conceal, Vincent now seems to smile and speak in honesty more often than not though his words may still sometimes carry a vague, sarcastic sting to them when he finds it appropriate. Being more tolerant of company these days, he is neither as averse to cooperative work nor socialization in general when he has the time, but when it can be helped, Vincent would still rather be left to his own devices for the time being. He is still feeling his way through his recent promotions, and scars left by past issues have yet to truly heal.

That aside, while Vincent has grown more publically-inclined in some ways, he has actually grown more withdrawn yet in others. If so much as even a hint of a question about the disappearance of his uncle and aunt should be cast in his direction, Vincent may give a brief reply in response, but further detail will not be given; it is a dead issue to him. Furthermore, his varied studies and research, often terribly deep with the resources available to him, keep him locked up in Fairn's librarys for days on end, bringing about a sense of strain in him that, between his additional duties as a mage as well as lord of House Reinhardt, can only be viewed as the signs of overwork. None of it is evident at first glance, however: Vincent is still very good at putting on a good face when he feels like some things are best kept under wraps.

Vincent has an average build and broad shoulders, and he is normally a more handsome person to look at when he is not wearing the usual, near perpetual frown on his face. His eyes are a sharp shade of blue, often narrowed in unpleasance when Vincent is alone, and his hair is blond and rather long, a result of his own lack of concern for it in lieu of other pursuits.