Vincent Salvador`A wild VINCENT appeared 
Appearance
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His height is average, taller than most girls yet pretty even when compared to other guys his own age, of course the only thing that might set him apart would be his build. Vincent keeps in shape, not overly so but he does have lean muscles that only the most fastidious of teenagers care about. These muscles are due to both his father’s own insistence that he carry both a healthy diet and do plenty of exercise and because it is convenient for his job. His hair is an odd shade of black that seems to look a metallic blue in the sunlight, it is cropped, almost chopped in a way that it’s always in his face yet and does not need any drastic combing in order to set it that way. His eyes are large and a lovely shade of azure blue. His facial features are normally rather boyish making him look younger than he actually is thus often underestimated on what he can and cannot do.
When he walks you might think of him as arrogant, just simply by looking at the way he walks. Then you catch a glimpse of his face, most of the times wearing a smirk and your suspicions and turned to be true, at least in your mind. When he looks at you one can get the feeling that they are boring him or he could be doing something better at the time, that you are wasting precious seconds of his life and it is simply because of that
face. He wears a light smirk, almost as if waiting for a small child to realize that the adult does not care and he does this to virtually anyone and the thing is, its now encrypted into his being that he should pull that face, not simply because of habit but because he
likes watching as your patience is drained, as you fidget and stutter. Or maybe he likes watching the opposite of that happening, how you puff you chest and raise your voice, trying to make yourself look superior to him. All those little things pulled together, from the way he stands to the way he looks at you screams arrogance. Yet you’d be surprised to find something quite different swimming inside his head and shaping his thoughts.
His clothes, of course, can vary greatly. From suits, to simple jackets over simple shirts and jeans, he doesn’t seem to have a specific style except what the occasion requires and although what he can normally be seen is in some jeans and a simple shirt with a jacket over it his closet varies greatly. For example he may need to look like a beach tourist and you’ll find just that, shirts with prints of palm trees and chairs on them with casual worn out pants, or maybe he needs to look like an important individual and you’ll see him in a designer suit with dressing shoes, a suitcase and a hands-free device stuck to his ear. If he needs to change his style he will and because of this his closet varies greatly. His rocket uniform is none-existent, the point is he doesn’t exactly have one because he believes he doesn’t need it. Though of course he’d dress in classic black if he would need to assist to a meeting of any kind, but he doesn’t exactly wear anything with a red ‘R’ stamped on the front so that everyone can know who he is working with.
Personality[/b]:
Appearance;; He’s the sarcastic and rude type, we all know those, the one’s who walk down the street with an overinflated ego and a tongue like vice. His sole purpose in life seems to be to get on your nerves and when you finally snap and punch or slap him he just laughs, chuckles or simply smirks, a triumphant flash passing through his eyes. He’s annoying and stubborn like only he can be, once he gets an idea inside his head there’s just
no getting it out. He will do what he wants when he wants and if he feels like it. You can spend
hours trying to talk him into something as trivial as standing and accompanying you to his own house and on top of that he needs a very good reason for
everything, because the truth of the matter is
there is absolutely no way to get him to do what you want. If he discovers you want something, like let’s say, go to the Mart, he’ll try to stop, stall or annoy you, even if he himself wants to go to the Mart as well. All is made worse by his trusty Ninetales, Evangeline, who always is by his side pulling faces and looking smug when you glare.
He just loves getting on everyone’s nerves.
But, the fact remains that when there comes the time to take things seriously he does. If he was ordered by Team Rocket in a mission you will find that he will slip into ‘serious’ mode in no time flat, turning from joking and sneering to dutiful and responsible. He takes his job quite seriously in case you couldn’t tell and when he is assigned a task he will do it to perfection, or very close to it. Unless it happens that you assign him a companion, in which case we’ll see that annoying sneering little rascal we all just know and
love. In a way, he throws tantrums not by getting angry or annoyed (something that one must try very,
very hard to achieve) but by making other people’s lives miserable.
He can be smooth and manipulative when required; to top it off he is a dang good actor. You might never be able to tell he’s burning with rage inside, not at all, because instead of glaring and stomping he’ll smile and wink. He can be flirty, funny, serious, a gentleman and all as long as the
job requires it. Outside of his work he is as annoying as annoying can be.
Another side of him is the apathetic one, normally when the job proves dull you’ll find him sighing as the mission is carried forward. Pokémon battle? Oh great, sigh, just what I needed. Oh, sigh, guess I beat you; can we get along with it please? Those are normally the type of words that can run through his mind and normally he even pulls on the apathetic front even when he’s enjoying his job, maybe to appear to be less capable than what he really is. His motives are unknown as to why he would purposely do poorly at a job he could accomplish so simply, but Vincent isn’t exactly predictable.
Underneath;; Vincent appears incredibly confident, however you might be surprised that he’s actually an individual quite racked with insecurities, but if there’s one thing his father taught him is that
no one else mattered, which is why it might be so hard to strike a nerve with him and if you do, consider it a lucky shot. Now you may think he’s a bully because of his doubts, but again one might like to point out as his past, where his very father was the one that taught him to behave just the way he does. Vincent may seem to be artificial, but the smiles, the sneering and the jokes all come to be instinctual to him now, what happens after long years of carrying the same habit, it all becomes mechanical.
A surprising detail would be the fact that Vincent actually cares strongly for his Pokémon, worrying if they are hurt in battle and panicking if they are lost in the woods. Taking care to feed them only the best and train them at their own pace. What is this blasphemy? A Rocket that cares about Pokémon? But that’s where the record squeals to a screeching halt, he only cares about
his Pokémon, give him a gun and tie a Pichu to a post and do not doubt that he will shoot the poor thing. The way he sees it, his Pokémon are one thing entirely different from the
things others may posses. They are
his Pokémon after all and just the fact that they are his responsibility is enough to make him treat them with kindness and although he likes kicking small ones out of his way when a Pokémon has been caught by him no matter its origin they turn into something special in his eyes and the rest can (gladly) die for all he cares. Not even Pokémon that share the same species as his soften him up, only his own Pokémon and no one else’s.
The last important detail about him is his intelligence. You’d be surprised to know that although he doesn’t show it very much Vincent is actually a little genius. His king subject is math and he seems to analyze and catch little stray details that some may miss or simply ignore and find a way to turn them to his advantage. One thing he is constantly practicing are battle strategies with his Pokémon, except that instead of being specifically for battling it is a way to (for example) make one of them sneak into a building and correctly timing its movements so that it doesn’t appear in any camera and successfully stealing the wanted item. Although he obviously would need more than just his brain to think such a plan out if is what he seems to perfect in, although his young age and limited experience can make him commit mistakes.
History[/b]:
Vincent never knew who his mother was, the story goes that she died shortly after he was born and that’s the story everyone seems to agree with so he simply accepted it, only getting to see old pictures of her with her father, or in high school. Now his father was another matter entirely, to this day Vincent is unsure as to what rank within Team Rocket his father possessed, but one thing was sure, he was pretty high up there. And what would lead him to believe that, you ask? Many things, like for example they didn’t exactly live in a
house bur rather in a richly decorated mansion with lush furniture and the latest in sports cars and computer technology. He got his every wish granted, Vincent would ask for something and almost immediately his father would comply and he’d just have to wait perhaps a month or maybe even a week and the desired object was presented before him. But there was something else that would alert him to his father’s rank and that was the dozens or rare Pokémon he remembered seeing as a child when his father returned home after a month of being in some “business” one thing he remembers the most were Pokémon specific to some regions, not rare in that specific area but impossible to find anywhere else. A Croconaw tackling and yanking at the bars of its cage, a baby Larvitar curled up in a ball, whimpering and trembling, an Arcanine rubbings its head against a tiny Growlithe. He remembered seeing such odd and rare Pokémon he didn’t even know what they were called. But he would only get a glimpse before his father pushed him along saying how it didn’t matter, there were better things to do than watch the Pokémon.
One thing Vincent never understood was the point of it all, the mansion was vast and he got everything he wanted but his father would barely talk about Pokémon and when the subject came forth only four or five sentences were dedicated to it, maybe explaining a stray detail, but the subject of the Pokémon in cages was an untouchable one, it would quickly receive a comment from the left, meant to derail the subject and Vincent never pushed his father for answers more than that.
It was not until he reached the age of ten that his father would break his silence for the most part and hand him his first Pokémon. It was a Vulpix, a self-centered, rude Vulpix at that. The fox wanted nothing to do with Vincent and when Vincent realized this, he wanted nothing to do with the tiny fox either, normally complaining to his father on how girlish the Pokémon appeared and how it lacked anything except pretty fur. However after weeks of being forced to sleep in the same room eventually both of them broke and started relating, it is unknown who gave up first on the stubborn ignoring but it hardly mattered for the two quickly became close. Son the Vulpix followed Vincent around the house walking snobbishly by his side and seeming to wear her companion proudly and Vincent grew used to her stubborn presence to the point that if the Vulpix were to stray for a fleeting second he would miss her.
Vincent then decided to nickname her Evangeline, a suggested name by his father and one he thought to be quite fitting and it was then when the two became known as trainer and Pokémon.
At that age Vincent was more concerned with keeping Evangeline as a companion and with good reason, a ten year old was hardly ready to become a serious trainer, but still his father humored him having him train his Vulpix with one of his own Pokémon or maybe a caught stray one which would later be set free. It was not until he was twelve that he talked to his father about seriously training Evangeline, and although he was still much too young his father allowed him a certain leave, he could come with Vincent to the different cities his work would lead him and Vincent could battle the trainers within the city or town as long as he kept out of trouble and always returned immediately back home. And so they did.
However in one such city Vince grew tired to watch the buildings and get either beaten or beat the trainers so he decided to go exploring in some nearby woods with hopes that he could get the chance to see a wild Pokémon. But it ended horribly wrong, Vincent only remembers walking into the woods and stumbling against fire. Whatever it was he was rushed to the hospital with burns on his back and arms and Evageline found herself in much the same condition. He has no memory of the incident and a few hours after being rushed to the hospital he simply opened his eyes and found himself in a stark white room with an IV sticking out of his hands and bandages wrapped tightly around his chest and shoulders. His father asked, the doctors asked, the nurses asked but try as he might Vincent could just not remember and much of his time was wasted asking the condition of Evangeline and complaining that he wanted her with him immediately, a wish that was soon granted after all things were said and done. Rumors arose that it was monsters, that monsters had attacked but they were mostly ignored by Vincent and his father who barely believed such things could be possible and rather blaming it at something like an agry Charizard or a pack of Houndoom. However the truth remains that it did happen and now Vincent carries burnt makes on his back and shoulders. Evangeline suffered a similar treatment with her luscious fur stopping abruptly on her back exposing charred skin.
Shortly after the incident a thirteen year old Vincent was offered a Fire Stone by his father, one that he would never expect to use but did when Evangeline surprised him by showing eagerness and actually
wanting to evolve.
After that life was pulled the normalcy that Vincent knew so well and this time he gladly stuck to the cities and limited his exploring. They would return to the mansion to be called after a few months back to some city, some were familiar to him, like Goldenrod, a frequent haunt of his father’s others like Fuschia City in Kanto he found oddly fascinating. Every time they would go stay anywhere from a week to a month in the city but the point was that they always returned to their home. Then came the day were oddly enough they returned home to find that the walls and rooms had been stripped completely of their belongings, Vincent didn’t understand, it all seemed so sudden and uncalled for. However his father remained calm, it only helped to puzzle Vince all the more but since he was calm he figured everything was alright. Then it was declared that they would move again to the city he was born, Ecruteak City.
Here they lived in a much smaller home, more modest and completely fitting with the houses surrounding them. He even warmed to the place to the point of liking it. So when his father was called to another of his so called jobs Vincent made nothing of it and when his father told him he had to stay home this time he didn’t mind it, there came occasionally the time where his father had to go on his own and to Vincent it was simply routine.
But a week later people knocked at his door that he didn’t know, they didn’t even introduce themselves, simply declared that his father had went missing and that he had left a lawyer to look at his will and legalize his father’s money and possessions as his own. He was just fifteen when that happened.
He mourned the loss of his father, but in a detached sense, not quite believing that something like that happened. But the time passed and he came over it. He decided to train Evangeline, become a trainer win Gym battles all that exciting stuff everyone else would create messes about. He kept that smaller house and he barely even touched his father’s money, not even being allowed to since he was still a minor. But there was one thing he did before he began training his Pokémon and that was sign up in the same company his father worked with, of course they were reluctant, a minor, barely fifteen, a child not knowing what he was getting involved, but simply to humor him and his father they accepted though they never called to him until he proved to be quite the successful trainer.
Now he works a sort of double duty, when his presence is not required he will train his Pokémon but when his job demands attention he becomes the undercover Team Rocket member he is supposed to be.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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