Post by Deleted on Jun 14, 2012 0:13:32 GMT -5
WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES I SEE YOU
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VINCENT JACOB DORÉE!
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I WON’T LET YOU DISAPPEAR
BUT I’M HERE ON MY OWN
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I WON’T LET YOU DISAPPEAR
BUT I’M HERE ON MY OWN
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I AM CRYING OUT FOR YOU
IN THE CENTER OF MY HEART
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I AM CRYING OUT FOR YOU
IN THE CENTER OF MY HEART
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OVERALL PERSONALITY: If there’s one thing to be known about Vincent, it’s that he absolutely loves to help people. As he has gotten older, though, he has learned to put himself first occasionally because of the things that have happened to him in the past. In his free time, one of his favorite things to do is play music. As usual, he has a very bad view of his talent, which to most people is incredible. He’s a bit better at actually performing the material than he is completely creating it.
One of Vincent’s major flaws is his temper. Normally, he will let small things go and just let them roll of his back, but when it’s something major, he can become rather destructive. Also, he can be extremely impatient at certain points, especially in the mornings, before he’s had his coffee and he’s really tired…or any time around the full moon, of course. Another major flaw in Vincent’s personality is his complete inability to lie. He gets extremely outwardly nervous and makes it very obvious that he is lying.
Usually, things don’t really get to Vincent to make him sad. In fact, if anything, he will get mad. Occasionally, though, certain things will really get to him. For example, when someone mentions his dad, he might get angry or extremely sad. He misses how things used to be with his family and he hates the fact that his father ruined things for the entire family, whether it was his fault or not.
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YOU USED TO HEAR ME BREATHE
WHEN YOU TOUCHED ME DEEP
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YOU USED TO HEAR ME BREATHE
WHEN YOU TOUCHED ME DEEP
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OVERALL DESCRIPTION: Vincent stands at six foot, four inches and has a very strong build. His light brown hair is cut in a shag style and goes to just around his ears. His face has harsh, sculpted features and his eyes are a light brown. Most of the time, the first thing people notice is either his smile because he has a very nice smile, which overall is very friendly, or they notice his many, many scars that he has accumulated over his full moons. Vincent’s style is a very relaxed one. He can most often be found in a pair of jeans, a t-shirt and sneakers. It is rare that he is to be in what he calls a ‘monkey suit’ or more commonly known as, a suit or tuxedo. He will usually choose comfort over style. There isn’t much of a dress code at the Three Broomsticks, but when he is working, he usually wears comfortable shoes, a nice pair of jeans, and a button up shirt.
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CAN YOU HEAR THE SOUNDS?
CAN YOU FEEL THE HEAT?
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CAN YOU HEAR THE SOUNDS?
CAN YOU FEEL THE HEAT?
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OVERALL HISTORY: Vincent was born to Olivia and Charles Dorée on April 16, 1972 in Whitehaven. He had two older brothers: David, who was two years older, and Joseph, who was four years older. When he was two years old, the Dorées had another boy, Andrew. Vincent led a fairly normal childhood, towards the beginning. Vincent and his brothers, had the average brotherly relationship. When they were younger, Joseph and David enjoyed torturing little Vincent. Despite all of that, Vincent still looked up to his brothers quite a lot. The older they got, the more they began to see each other as equals. When Vincent turned eight years old, he discovered his magical abilities by turning one of the many potted plants in the house into a Labrador retriever, to the horror of his mother. This took Olivia and Charles completely by surprise because they are Muggles. They were hesitant to allow their son to attend this strange school, but after much pleading from Vincent, they gave in.
When Vincent was 12 years old, David was 14 years old, and Tobias was 16 years old, Charles started acting a bit oddly and no one knew why. Or at least, no one shared this information with the boys. He started sleeping all day and only waking up at night. His temper, which was already very, very hot, only became worse. A few weeks after this change came into effect, Olivia assumed that Charles had been cheating on her with a mystery woman. A year later, Charles disappeared from the town and no one knew where he had gone. This made the separation all that much harder on everyone, but mostly Vincent because he was so young and loved his father so much. However, with the help of the rest of his family, he was able to keep up a positive attitude about things.
The summer before Vincent’s fourth year at Hogwarts, Charles came back to town, unaware to anyone. He tracked Vincent down, in downtown Whitehaven, where he was doing a performance at a local café. Vincent was cornered by his father, who revealed to Vincent exactly what had happened to him. Charles had been attacked by a vampire and was now one himself, but on top of that, he had joined a werewolf and vampire group that was working towards changing as many people as possible. He tried to persuade Vincent that he was his favorite son and that he wanted to share the vampirism with him. Vincent attacked him with a spell and escaped just as Charles was about to bite him. He was later notified by the Ministry of his breaking the law. Luckily, since this was his first offence, he got off with a warning.
At the beginning of the summer after Vincent’s fifth year at Hogwarts, he got cornered by yet another creature, but this one was a werewolf, who was an ally of his father’s. Vincent had been receiving letters from not only his father, but from other vampires and werewolves of the underground community. They seemed to think that he was ‘quality material’ to become one of them. He was sure that his father had told them something that most likely wasn’t true.
He attempted to cut himself off from his friends and family, unsure how to deal with the changes he was going through, but it was no use. His younger brother and several of his friends quickly caught on to what his problem was, or at least that there was something strange going on. During the rest of the summer, Vincent obviously lived at home with his mother and his younger brother. Vincent and Andrew were very close and Andrew noticed the differences that occurred in Vincent during his time at home. His friends, Pete Maddoxx(who was his closest Friend at Hogwarts and his colleague at a music shop he worked at during the summer) and Alex Garrett (and Zelda Garrett soon followed). They were all magically gifted and the Garretts were very involved with werewolves.
This was what helped Vincent to learn to live with being a werewolf. The Garretts were extremely talented at potion making, so Vincent was able to get his Wolfsbane potion promptly each month.
He took a few years off and attempted to make his way in the Muggle world. Vincent continued to work in the music shop. He enjoyed working in the shop, but he felt that something was missing, so he returned to the Wizarding World, where Alex Garrett invited him to join up with the Order. He was hesitant to join at first, but Alex easily persuaded him when he threatened to miss a month of Wolfsbane potion.
Vincent floundered for a bit after he graduated, but after he turned twenty-one years old, he applied to the Ministry. His excellent talents in Defense Against the Dark Arts earned him a spot as a hit wizard in the Ministry. It was against his better judgment, but he was too curious to pass up the opportunity. However, he did not hold the post for long and barely a year into the job, he was let go. The department’s excuse was that he had missed too many days of work. Vincent was suspicious that other factors may have come into play.
This finalized Vincent’s hatred of the Ministry and still ignoring his father’s constant owls, he moved in with Alex Garrett in an apartment above the Leaky Cauldron and searched for a lower profile job. Six months (and much money borrowed from Alex) later, Vincent accepted the secondary bartender position at the Three Broomsticks.
The past two years, Vincent became a very accomplished bartender. After seeing day after day what alcohol could do to people, he he swore to never drink again. His life has become somewhat stable and he is working to keep it that way.
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I HAVE LEFT PARADISE AND
I DID NOT EVEN SAY GOODBYE
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I HAVE LEFT PARADISE AND
I DID NOT EVEN SAY GOODBYE
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A lot of people don’t really understand just how important it is to a college student to have a reliable café close to the school. Being a pre-med student at the local college, Vincent spent more time studying than he did anything else, which meant that he had to cut back on his sleep. To him, coffee was the magic liquid that kept him going throughout the day.
He parked his truck in one of the very few parking lots downtown and got out, tucking his scarf red, knitted scarf into his brown and leather jacket. It was gradually changing from the gentle fall weather to the harsh, cold winter, which was another incentive for finding an excellent café. As he made his way down the sidewalk, the wind picked up and it nipped at his ears, which didn’t quite hide beneath his scarf. The sky began spitting down sharp rain and Vincent immediately bolted into the nearest building without even looking at the name of the business.
Luckily, it was a café! And after that horrible experience, Vincent definitely needed a nice, hot cup of coffee. The bell above the door announced his arrival to the establishment and it crashed shut behind him. Warmth spread over him as the heating from the building touched his now frozen fingers and toes. He pulled his scarf out of his jacket, which he unzipped. Great. There were at least six people in line in front of him and the person taking orders was obviously new. He contemplated just leaving to go find another café, but he had to find out what the coffee was like. If it was good enough, it just might be worth the wait.
Twenty-five minutes later, the line had finally dispersed. Vincent’s mood had gone completely downhill from the good mood he had that morning.
“Pumpkin spice latte,” he said, firmly, but gently putting his hands on the counter in front of him.
“Eh…what?” asked the barista, looking rather confused.
“…a pumpkin spice latte,” Vincent said raising an eyebrow.
“I…don’t think we have those,” said the barista. And with that, Vincent turned around, bundled up and made his way out into the sharp rain once again. No pumpkin spice lattes? That café was definitely out. He flipped the hood of his sweatshirt over his head to protect himself from the rain and continued on his quest.
Downtown was pretty well known for all of its cafés, so Vincent had no trouble in locating them. The trouble he did have, though, was in finding the right one. A café with good service and pumpkin spice lattes is not asking too much. There were at least four other cafés besides the first one that did not pass the Vincent Dorée test. The next café type place that came up was called Time for a Cuppa’. He peaked in through the window and it appeared to be more tea related, but he was willing to give it a shot.
Once again, a bell above the door announced the new customer and he entered, taking a look around. The decorations were a little frilly, but Vincent could deal with it. He began to wander up to the counter, but found there wasn’t one and a few feet from the door was a sign that said, in loopy letters, “Please wait to be seated.”
After only a few minutes of waiting, a woman of about thirty in a Rococo, maroon dress danced and spun towards him. She was a very small woman with pale skin, bright blue eyes, strawberry blonde hair and…a small tree on her head. The woman grasped Vincent’s hands lovingly and said,”Vincent! You have finally come to see me!” She pulled the surprised young man into her surprisingly strong arms for a hug.
“Yeah…sorry, Abby. I’ve been busy—and I may have forgot—sorry,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck and beginning to blush.
“Nonsense!” said Abigail in a flamboyant gesture. “You’re a college boy, you’re busy and you need food!” she said as she pulled him towards a table by the window. Abigail shoved him into a chair with such force that he almost fell out of it.
At least he knew the coffee would be good.
He parked his truck in one of the very few parking lots downtown and got out, tucking his scarf red, knitted scarf into his brown and leather jacket. It was gradually changing from the gentle fall weather to the harsh, cold winter, which was another incentive for finding an excellent café. As he made his way down the sidewalk, the wind picked up and it nipped at his ears, which didn’t quite hide beneath his scarf. The sky began spitting down sharp rain and Vincent immediately bolted into the nearest building without even looking at the name of the business.
Luckily, it was a café! And after that horrible experience, Vincent definitely needed a nice, hot cup of coffee. The bell above the door announced his arrival to the establishment and it crashed shut behind him. Warmth spread over him as the heating from the building touched his now frozen fingers and toes. He pulled his scarf out of his jacket, which he unzipped. Great. There were at least six people in line in front of him and the person taking orders was obviously new. He contemplated just leaving to go find another café, but he had to find out what the coffee was like. If it was good enough, it just might be worth the wait.
Twenty-five minutes later, the line had finally dispersed. Vincent’s mood had gone completely downhill from the good mood he had that morning.
“Pumpkin spice latte,” he said, firmly, but gently putting his hands on the counter in front of him.
“Eh…what?” asked the barista, looking rather confused.
“…a pumpkin spice latte,” Vincent said raising an eyebrow.
“I…don’t think we have those,” said the barista. And with that, Vincent turned around, bundled up and made his way out into the sharp rain once again. No pumpkin spice lattes? That café was definitely out. He flipped the hood of his sweatshirt over his head to protect himself from the rain and continued on his quest.
Downtown was pretty well known for all of its cafés, so Vincent had no trouble in locating them. The trouble he did have, though, was in finding the right one. A café with good service and pumpkin spice lattes is not asking too much. There were at least four other cafés besides the first one that did not pass the Vincent Dorée test. The next café type place that came up was called Time for a Cuppa’. He peaked in through the window and it appeared to be more tea related, but he was willing to give it a shot.
Once again, a bell above the door announced the new customer and he entered, taking a look around. The decorations were a little frilly, but Vincent could deal with it. He began to wander up to the counter, but found there wasn’t one and a few feet from the door was a sign that said, in loopy letters, “Please wait to be seated.”
After only a few minutes of waiting, a woman of about thirty in a Rococo, maroon dress danced and spun towards him. She was a very small woman with pale skin, bright blue eyes, strawberry blonde hair and…a small tree on her head. The woman grasped Vincent’s hands lovingly and said,”Vincent! You have finally come to see me!” She pulled the surprised young man into her surprisingly strong arms for a hug.
“Yeah…sorry, Abby. I’ve been busy—and I may have forgot—sorry,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck and beginning to blush.
“Nonsense!” said Abigail in a flamboyant gesture. “You’re a college boy, you’re busy and you need food!” she said as she pulled him towards a table by the window. Abigail shoved him into a chair with such force that he almost fell out of it.
At least he knew the coffee would be good.
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