[ OOC: It's been a while since a separate gunshop and catchall! Welcome to all the new folk! Feel free to stop by. He's got guns! He's got other things! He's got information. He absolutely hates being social so clearly it's time to seek him out. Come for the weapons, stay for the guard cucco.

Vincent looks largely like his canonical self from the OG games. Key differences are that his hands now sport claws (even under the gauntlet if you look so... double claws?!) And sometimes his cloak seems to ripple between being a cloak and trying to be wings. It's fine. Probably. His eyes have an undercurrent of cold, ghostly blue light along with the crimson and what little can be seen of his face shows thin traces of blue veins. Technically also has fangs but harder to see that. ]

I. Gun Shop

Vincent has taken over a small area in the Convoy's 'shop' trailer in which he's posted strict hours of business for the purpose of trading or requesting guns and ammunition, maintenance, repair or basic lessons. The hours listed are described as, 'From thirty minutes after the Convoy's stop for evening camp until two hours have passed barring emergencies.' This neatly provides an hour or so of night time hours for sun-hating Drifters to pay a visit. There are also some neatly written rules.


-Don't bother me during non-business hours unless it's an emergency.
    Ammo and repairs are emergencies.
    Securing salvaged firearms and ammo are emergencies.
    Wanting a gun or lessons are not.

-No one is entitled to have a firearm.
-Ammo is limited. Don't waste it.
-You're required to prove proficiency and responsibility.
-Clean and maintain your own weapon.
-You may ask to be taught.
-Privilege may be revoked.

Like clockwork, Vincent will be found at the posted hours with a list of current ammunition and a sample selection of available firearms. Pistol, revolver, shotgun, single shot rifles and assault rifles. They are/are loosely based on 20th-21st century Earth and caliber. Most look right at home in a post apoc setting as far as 'wear and tear' but have been clearly repaired and are in perfect working order.

There is a cucco usually nesting in a bed of straw arranged in a box. This is basically a chicken, but one most people would not want to mess with because it can summon very angry friends. And well, it seems to be a pet of a sort. Food and water are nearby for it. Sometimes there's even eggs.

It's probably reasonable to pick up around the Convoy that despite the displays being mostly about firearms, this guy might have other salvaged goods that can be discussed. Has a habit of putting some of it to community supplies but... well, does this man look like one who wouldn't keep things for himself? No. No he doesn't.

Vincent is usually working on a gun that needs repair unless he's dealing with a hopeful customer.

II. Bar

Time as a Drifter has taken its toll on Vincent in a similar shape as everyone in their Convoy is bound to experience. The addition of some traits and instincts of a monster.

Well, new monster in cases like the former Turk. Anyway, the point here is that interest in solid food had dulled further, whatever the answer to the mystery of whether or not he had to eat might have been. While his body didn't reject it, he felt the enjoyment of its tastes had paled considerably. Liquids, on the other hand; tea and water and juice and alcohol, they still had a familiar strength, even when they didn't nourish or affect him as much.

Honestly, Vincent couldn't help but wonder how that worked. Shouldn't it all dull with the exception of his craving for blood? Probably best not to think too hard about it. Better to enjoy it while he can.

This is why he can be found periodically through the month, changed by the region or not depending on the time, in the bar that's located in the rear trailer of the Convoy. It could be morning or afternoon, or even sometime prior to dawn; while his vampiric nature weakens him under direct sunlight, it's merciful enough that he doesn't burn or suffer more than a light sleepiness with a roof over his head.

Sometimes it's a glass of whiskey on ice. Sometimes a red wine. Probably wine. At least it doesn't seem too viscous. He hasn't found a way to preserve blood for later consumption and besides, he isn't the type to casually drink it in a social setting.

He won't be too picky if the stock's low. But Vincent does have his preferences. Join him or even try to engage in conversation, he's likely to respond. Probably. Maybe.

...And if the entrance of someone else is interesting enough, he'll certainly react. Otherwise, he's just another quiet figure.

III. Wildcard

[ ooc: Vincent is largely found more active at night but it's not unheard of to see him during the day; the sun doesn't cause him to burn it just greatly diminishes his power and makes him sleepy. HMU for any ideas that don't relate to the upcoming Event which will have another TL! Can be reached by PM coffinturk or on plurk with maruah ]