Vincent Alkaev
From Bitter Season
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| Vincent Alkaev | |
| Journal Username: | colormecalm |
| Ethnicity: | Caucasian |
| Occupation: | Artist |
| Portrayed By: | Tom Sturridge |
| Played By: | Rain |
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vincent ALKAEV
if only I knew
the basics
- Full Name: Vincent Alkaev
- Nickname(s): Vince,
Vinnie - Location: Moscow, Russia
- Age: 23
- Date of Birth: 23 October 2033
- Height: 5'11"
- Hair: Dark Brown
- Eyes: Blue
- Sexual Orientation: ...
- Spoken Language(s): Russian (native), French (fluent), English (fluent), Hungarian (good), Spanish (conversational)
the info
personality
Even if Vincent believed he had something to complain about when it comes to his life, it isn’t very likely that he would do so. Quite frankly, he’d much rather occupy the time he frequently spends in his own head with more content thoughts and feelings. He’s a firm believer in not wasting time, so if he believes someone will cause him nothing but misery, he usually won’t be afraid to drop them like a bad habit. Since he grew up as something of a recluse at an orphanage, it’s simply instinct for him to try to keep himself secure. Mostly, he’s very comfortable in his own skin and he’s dead set on staying that way. He doesn’t need an over abundance of material possessions, status or to be surrounded by his ‘peers’ to be contented.
Because of that, it’s easy to assume that Vincent is an overly confidant and independent man whose main interest is only looking out for himself. Those who will at least take the time to have a decent conversation with him will realize that he isn’t apathetic to other people’s problems. Infact, he’s pretty friendly and doesn’t mind helping people with their issues. He just has zero tolerance for bullshit. He’s a fairly happy person, even if he keeps to himself around strangers. He’s warm and friendly to anyone he takes a liking to, but if you cross him, he’s not afraid of zeroing in on any insecurities he has spotted and leaving people with the original assumption that he’s nothing more than an blunt, uncaring bastard. Too bad he does this on accident from time to time, but he would never do anything to hurt anyone he loved in anyway.
background
Being an orphan wasn’t really something that Vincent lamented. You don’t miss what you never had, and it’s easy to pass off heritage and family as things that you can do without. Why dwell on the past? The complaints he had concerning his childhood were things he simply didn’t want to understand or dwell on. There was no reason to talk about them at all, especially when he learned at a tender age that even if the only voice he could rely on was his own, it didn’t always count for much.
As the years went on, a generally mild Vincent found attending church on a frequent basis increasingly troublesome. He didn’t like dwelling too much on past experiences; he tried to learn from them and move on, not have to stare them in the face as often as possible. But every time he saw a variety of all too familiar faces at church, it was hard to effortlessly accept their words that seemed so cliché and forced. He would never admit it, but Catholicism in general had left him embittered. Even if he acknowledged that it never got the chance it deserved in his eyes.
Come senior year of high school, things turned upside down. He never would have believed it if anyone told him that a priest in training would make him feel alive, in church none the less. There was one thing for sure, the young man could work up a crowd. His words were empowering and uplifting. Everything about him commanded respect and belief in anything and everything that came from his mouth, as if he were truly an instrument of God. For a moment, Vincent was somewhat enthralled. His passion was breathtaking. That’s when he came to a conclusion.
It just had to be bullshit.
Fearful of being lulled into some twisted sense of false security, Vincent convinced himself that he would avoid church, as long as he could get away with it. He even convinced himself that he didn’t feel a twinge of excitement every time he happened to be a part of that man’s audience. Naturally, he was more focused on the sheer intensity of the golden boy’s words, rather than the content. Vincent had enough time during his speeches to decide that the object of his peculiar interest had passion, but appeared to lack faith. It was only a theory, but a theory he entertained none the less. That’s why when he offered Vincent a pamphlet in the middle of a snow storm, Vincent couldn’t help but laugh. When an explanation was asked of him, he had to admit that he didn’t really have one.
His random little outburst at the would-be-priest sparked some rather interesting conversations. He never would have guessed that these conversations would continue over coffee for months, and he sure as Hell would never have guessed that his growing affection towards the man would lead him into an affair that would cost the both of them dearly.
Vincent was in love and he had never been so happy or content. He ignored whatever nagging feeling that insisted he was doing something wrong. In ways, he went against his own character but he didn’t care. Even when their relationship became even more secretive than it already was. Vincent had slipped out of the group home at some ungodly hour to go see his boyfriend just like every other night, only to be met with something he had never encountered before. Black suits. He didn’t have to have seen one in the past to have a pre-conceived notion as to what they do behind the scenes. It was just too good to be true that he was so close to escaping the system without mysteriously disappearing like so many other orphans. In a matter of seconds, the boy had realized that he wasn’t so special. He was about to disappear too. In his last moments of consciousness, he had lost hope. The only person who could help him couldn’t even hear him scream.
Vincent awoke in Paris with a clean slate. No memories of anything after his third year in high school. The doctors and his social workers were ready with their story. Vincent was on a train from Moscow to Paris shortly after graduating from high school and on his way to enroll in the Paris university system. The train was attacked by raiders, leaving the boy seriously wounded and lacking a years worth of memory. Vincent was alone and confused. He was in no place to disagree.
A college degree and a reasonably successful career as an artist later, the blanks in Vincent’s memory began to slowly fill in without warning. Brief snippets of time spent and time lost with someone who’s face was painfully beyond recognition. Vincent didn’t have much to work with, but he knew for a fact that in those brief memories, he was truly happy. For the first time in his life, he wasn’t willing to abandon his past. He packed his things in one night and embarked from Paris to Moscow.
the relationships
family
Unknown.
friends
the rest
random facts
- He has seen Surrender naked. On several occasions. That's right. Be jealous.
- The same goes for her equally hot sister. Are you jealous yet?
- Emeline Jones. Also very naked. If you're not jealous yet, you're gay too.
- Only drinks black coffee. Adding anything to it is just wrong.
- Was under the impression that he's had post-traumatic epilepsy for the past four years. After an.. enlightening conversation with Devon, he is starting to believe otherwise.
- He always wanted to be a doctor, so when he found out he couldn't be one due to his head injury, he settled with making a career out of his art work.
- 80% of the clothes he owns have paint stains.
- Is either too occupied or lazy to actually cook for himself, so it's not uncommon for him to have cereal for breakfast, lunch and dinner. It explains the twiggyness.
- In that vain, Henri's mom constantly tries to force feed him. Because of this, he has a healthy
fearrespect for her. - Surprisingly, is a big fan of practical jokes and is a bit of a spontaneous mischief maker around his friends.
in-game events
- Uh. BRB AGAIN!!
