Vincent Meian

[Vincent Meian]

The Basics

Name: Vincent Meian

Nicknames: Nothing anyone calls him to his face.

Age: 43 (October 31st, 1969)

Orientation: Pansexual

Desired Rank/Job: Powers Trainer

Powers: Spatial Dissonance - the personification of string theory. Basically what Vincent does is alter a person's perception of reality (including time and gravity) by showing them a really powerful vision. These visions are made by effectively grabbing a nearby alternate reality and thrusting it upon the person while inside their current universe. The vision appears real to them, and can last for up to ten minutes (by their perception) or two minutes in reality. Once the vision is over, the threads of reality snap back to place and Vincent temporarily ceases to exist.

Play By: Takeshi Kaneshiro

The Details

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Light brown

Any Piercings? None

Any Tattoos? Black tribal/flame design on right arm. Appears to be a serpent or dragon of some sort.

Any Scars? Many, though only one on his face.

General Appearance: Vincent is a surprisingly tall Asian male, roughly 6'6" in height with a wiry build and tan, weathered skin. His black hair is long and usually kept pulled back neatly in a ponytail, and he covers his oddly colored eyes with dark sunglasses regularly. His heritage appears to be Japanese, though through some mixed ancestry it is difficult to tell. He looks young at first glance (too young to be a father), but a closer inspection of his face yields lines of age - both of laughter and less happy emotions.

Though only one scar cuts across his face (a horizontal line across his forehead), many scars adorn the rest of his body and from all sorts of wounds. He does not talk about these often, though the majority of them appear to have been rather painful. The numerous scars on his hands he will speak of readily, attributing them to the traditional training with a Japanese katana he received as a teen. Aside from mentioning the nature and cause of these scars, however, he is very vague with any others. The one across his forehead he tends to cover with a bandanna, and he will periodically adjust it when nervous or irate.

Vincent is also a very stern individual. Rare are the times when he smiles, and rarer still are the moments when he means it genuinely. His mask is rather neutral, which helps convey his apparent youth, though he is more likely to scowl than laugh and either will break the facade.

Rarely does Vincent dress in anything but dark clothes. He prefers black jeans to slacks, and wears mostly casual button-up shirts instead of tees or suits. He wears no jewelry save his wedding band and a necklace he keeps tucked away under his shirt. Aside from those two things, he doesn't even wear a watch. When he decides to dress up (or his wife demands he wear some color), he'll wear traditional Japanese or Chinese clothing, most often in shades of blue, red, and silver. He also has a yukata for summer days at home, though like the majority of his wardrobe it is also mostly black.

Official Height/Weight: 197cm/204kg (6'6"/230lbs)

Personality: Vincent is a distant man with most people, though he has found that he enjoys being a teacher after raising his daughters so far. He is strict yet fair, though many former students will only admit so grudgingly. He treats his students with equality - they all have to work for what they have in his eyes, and he'll take no excuses for laziness or failure. He has more respect for those who earnestly own up to their mistakes and will exert more effort into making them succeed, but any that take his attention for granted are in an almost permanent negative view.

Aside from students, Vincent tends to be distant towards people. He prefers his own company or that of his family, and tends to use the little spare time he has practicing kendo or some form of martial arts. He refuses to be treated disrespectfully in any manner and has more than once started a fight because he felt justified in doing so. Honor and justice hold a higher value to him than mercy or leniency, however he still adheres to a strict moral code.

Despite earning a degree in Religion and Mythology, Vincent does not have a personal religious view. He keeps his beliefs to himself on just about everything, but if asked he will admit his ideas on the subject. He enjoys being a sounding-board for people when it comes to religion and politics as well, mostly to challenge what they know and make them aware of their choices. More than anything, he strives to make people see the whole picture and base their decisions on all the information at hand.

Your Vices

Likes: Most animals (especially cats), children, researching ancient religions and cultures, debating and discussion, teaching, cooking and baking, kendo and other martial arts

Dislikes: Willful ignorance, disrespect, European swordsmithing, most comedians

Strengths: Combat, debate, cooking, playing the violin, seeing the whole picture

Weaknesses: Keeping his temper in check, feigning interest, telling anything but the absolute truth

Fears: Drowning, being unable to protect his family

Secret: He could have stopped that explosion if he'd used his powers sooner. And he knows he has a sister - just not where.

Family Ties

Father: Unknown

Mother: Meian Hina, deceased

Siblings: Meian Yuki

Any Other Important People: His wife Nik Kenjutsushi and their two teenage daughters, Appoline and Cassiopeia.

History

Vincent was born a twin to a woman by the name of Meian Hina, a Japanese scientist who died shortly after his birth. Because of her untimely death when the two were only months old, they were put up for adoption and never saw each other again.

Vincent bounced from foster home to foster home, never staying longer than a couple years because he "didn't socialize well". Up until age thirteen, nothing truly extraordinary happened with his upbringing aside from one "repossession" as he called it by Japan's child services for being abused. He was placed elsewhere, and the matter was forgotten by most but him. He lashed out in various ways by running away from home and causing fights at school between himself and other club members (both of the kendo and martial arts clubs, once even just before an orchestral concert). At thirteen, his powers suddenly manifested when a fight got out of hand and Vincent nearly lost. He willed that the person before him see him as a demon of ancient legend, something that could destroy the boy with ease. His will manifested, and his opponent collapsed in horror, screaming in absolute terror as Vincent collected himself and beat the boy half to death. He hadn't quite finished when the vision ended, and he vanished. He didn't know how long he was gone, but he returned nearly three hours later and over half the city away. According to the trainers who taught him later (as well as a couple bewildered physicists), his powers had showed a realm of "could be" and made it "was/is/will be" for a short time, the resulting strain on reality and universal constants shunting briefly would of his home universe's existence. He had literally ceased to exist for almost three hours.

Days later, Eisai gakkō came for him. His current adopted parents were all to willing to release him to the school, but once there never returned for him and never allowed him home. Incidents of conflict increased at Eisai, but with more powerful people able to hurt him, they diminished again after about a year. By the time he joined the kendo team, they had almost completely ceased, and with his promotion to second string violin two years later he completely stopped. He took his anger out on his opponents on the kendo floor and martial arts ring - others without ability were not worth his time anymore. He was sixteen years old when he finally learned this, and had come a long way into controlling his powers. After four years, his control training was complete, and he had no further incidents of his powers manifesting.

In the final year of his schooling, the Japanese military did routine recruiting visits to the normal schools in the area. Intrigued and excited, Vincent joined into their program against his counselor's advisement, deciding to earn his way through college with a military background. This would also give him an outlet for his anger after Graduating, something he'd been concerned about the entire year. A few more years passed with nothing of note - he rose through the ranks of enlisted men, trained well (though began neglecting his power training more each year), met a good woman and caused the problems hot-headed young men do. It wasn't until Vincent turned twenty-five that an incident occurred, causing him to vanish for a long time.

Vincent had recently married a half-Japanese woman named Nik Kenjutsushi before being called in for active duty against a minor meta-human revolt. He and his unit (who were trained to subdue most metas with non-lethal force and their own powers) arrived to find a warzone. Terror had gripped the population when one meta-human had committed a series of crimes, and an all-out witch-hunt had started the revolt, costing many casualties as both sides struggled to defend themselves against their threat, both real and perceived. The squad, sent in as a sort of police action, struggled to calm the populous and the meta-humans both. However, during one particularly violent riot, Vincent himself was gravely wounded, caught between a frightened meta and an angry mob until backup arrived. As someone in the crowd threw a homemade bomb at the meta, the latter reacted in a panic and destroying the device improperly. The explosive detonated, raining shrapnel and fire on the two. Wracked with pain and angered beyond control, Vincent had no idea his powers had activated again until he heard something; the thrumming of plucked strings, almost like a bass too low to be heard.

Immediately after, the mob disbanded, fleeing in outright terror as the rest of the unit arrived to find the meta, but no Vincent.

For hours the party searched, trying his radio and receiving no response. After five hours, the group was called back to their rally point, and reluctantly they went. As they approached, they saw something very strange; one minute there was an empty lot, and the next their comrade stood there, dazed and disoriented as if he had stepped from behind the fold itself. The group rushed to check on him, but his powers activated again in his sudden shock and he vanished, but not before scarring six soldiers with a vision more terrible than they could believe.

The chase went on for six months until Vincent was finally caught and brought in. He was retrained until he could go back to society (another year), then released into the custody of his wife who was not only a meta-human herself but also a doctor. She brought him back to a firmer stability in two years, and in that time she had had their first child as well; Appoline Meian.

For years the family lived in solitude, Vincent struggling to restrain his powers under an iron will. He succeeded shortly after his second daughter, Cassiopeia, had been born, and has since honed his powers to be more usable. Still, he's haunted by the blackouts and sudden vanishings, never remembering where he goes or what happens to him in that time.

He went back to college as he had intended and studied mythos and religion, earning a teacher's degree not long after. He took a position training the new generation of meta-humans after he turned thirty-four, and five years later Appoline showed (unsurprising) signs of powers as well. The family, rather than staying in Japan, decided to make the move to the United States, Vincent taking nearly four years to finish his contracted service before the family could move.

They have recently moved to Vermont just before the start of Hammel's new school year. Vincent received a direct transfer, and both his daughters (who are fifteen and eleven) are enrolled in the school. He only hopes that outside of the land of his birth, his daughters will know more peace than he ever did.

Roleplay Example

Haunting melodies pass from his darkened lips, slender fingers playing across the shattered and blackened armor with a faint glow. With each piece delicately returned, he can mend it, make it whole... yet can no longer make it grow.

The thousands of pieces lay across the floor in front of him, a bare few returned to their original form. A portion of the breastplate, a bracer, two fingers of a gauntlet, a handful of "feathers"... these were all his three years of dedication had repaired thus far. It would take many more years, perhaps decades, for the rest to be fulfilled. Oh, but the knowledge he gained from it; his silver, slanted eyes watching with delight and wonder as the two pieces finally melded beneath his patient touch. Another piece of the puzzle, another trickle of understanding. Slowly, surely, clearly... is that not the Eldar way?

Smiling, he placed the shards upon the ground, spread them out, and began anew - calling the possible shards to his hands and finding one of tens that matched his current project. Placing the parts gently together, he sang once again, his voice aching from the torment of six consecutive hours of non-stop healing.

It was a trifle; he would not be satisfied until the armor was well. Soon, dear Wraith. Soon we shall fly once more.

~Excerpt from another RP

What About You?

Name: Kallisti, Kalli, or Eris

Age: 23

Experience: About... whoo, let's see... twelve years?

How Did You Find Us? Ad on another site.

Ready To Play? Heck yeah!

[Admin!]

Wait.

Please make sure that you've read Hammel's Joining Guide, particularly the applications rules. The major problem is with his history. We are not accepting characters whose power manifested before age 11.

Also, please describe his power as you described it to me in the chatbox.

When you have edited accordingly just bump this topic so staff know he is ready to be looked at again.

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[Vincent Meian]

Sorry about that - tired brain was tired and not paying attention. It should be okay now.

[Dryope *]

ACCEPTED!
Thank you for your cooperation with our acceptance process and welcome to the Hammel Institute! Don't forget to do your CLAIMS and maybe check out some plot ads and have fun!

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[Vincent Meian]

Here's the Basics...

Name: Vincent Meian
Age: Forty-six
Member Group: Teacher

Just an update...

Vincent Meian has been missing from Hammel for a good while. Since about winter of 2014, in fact. The reason is not well known, but a few people have heard some rumors. Especially considering the stoic man was simultaneously liked by many and questioned by most.

The real reason is; through some unusual circumstances, Vincent lost control of his powers. As a trainer, this was completely unacceptable, and the Japanese man took it upon himself to make sure it never. Happened. Again. But he wanted to do it right this time.

After speaking with a friend at the Institute, Vincent found a theoretical physicist who understood the nature of dimensional abilities. He was not a trainer, but he was able to explain things in such a way that Vincent could understand, and subsequently could train himself. And that was all that mattered.

Now, almost two years later, Vincent has returned to the Hammel Institute, better trained, more determined, and ready to begin lessons once more.

Powers: Now that Vincent has better control over his abilities, things are a little different. The visions he sets upon others are very controlled, often lasting seconds in both objective and subjective perspective. His disappearance time has also gone down, as has the radius of area to return to - unless the vision is long or particularly strenuous to hold, or he uses his powers multiple times in a row, he will be gone less than a few minutes and return within 30ft of where he stood before. New side effects have also manifested in response as well: time loss and forgetfulness (for the time he was gone) and a sense of spatial disorientation (where he doesn't know where he is or how he got there) for a few minutes after reinsertion into reality. Physical and mental exhaustion are also to be expected when he uses his powers multiple times in a short span.