Vincentus Varlisse

Appearance

 * When

in his full vestments, his appearance is a sight to behold, and always a force to be reckoned with. Most times, however, he can be found wandering about without his helm, a small set of gold-trimmed reading glasses perched upon his nose and looking entirely too intellectual for one in his line of work. There is no malicious gaze to follow one from place to place, no harsh words or stray demons about. His cloths are most always straight and neat. He keeps his appearance professional and well cared for, even when in casual attire.

Personality

 * When placed next to various others in his same field of work, Vincentus seems to be relatively harmless in comparison. He carries with him an air of confidence and complacency. When placed under pressure, he is a phenomenal decision maker; He's quick on his feet and even quicker with his tongue. While this makes his spell-casting efficient in emergency situations, it has also been known to get him into trouble. While he is indeed well-spoken, his quick and direct way of speaking does not sit well with those who cannot take straight-forward criticism.


 * Between friends or co-workers, his personality remains the same. Professional and courteous to any and all he meets unless provoked. Though around those he knows well, he seems fairly more relaxed and open. His emotions are much like an open book, expressions always easy to read.

Family Life
"...I've been lying to so many for so long, that it feels almost commonplace. I'm not bothered by it anymore. They told me that what I delved into was too dangerous, too all-consuming and far too addicting. I didn't believe them, but I told them I'd stop. I didn't. I've gotten deceit down to a science without even trying, and even to this very day, they still don't know. All they've seen for over twenty years was a practiced facade, an impenetrable mask to make them believe that I was still an honorable person..."


 * Vincentus Alexander Varlisse is second son of four to parents Alexia and Bartus Varlisse, hailing from the once beautiful village of Darkshire, now overrun by sickness and plague. Of the four sons, Vincentus had been the intellectual, and only child to move onto higher education. Born on a farm on the outskirts of the village of Darkshire, he and his three brothers had learned the ways of the land, helping their father plant and harvest crops over the seasons. The family was well-known for their hospitality and through this gained a formidable reputation.


 * Around the time when Vincentus had just turned seven, the Varlisses had taken a trip to Southshore, to visit distant friends and relatives. During that trip, they had also stopped by the magical kingdom of Dalaran to meet with Bartus's old friend, who had taken up studies as a Mage. Vincentus was instantly entranced by the city and its inhabitants, inquiring and learning all he could about the profession that he was so suddenly exposed to, with true childish curiosity. It was there that an older magus had taken an interest in the young Vincentus and his innate curiosity. It was discovered then that the young boy was capable of, and willing to learn the art and science of the Arcane. After several months the young Vince had been admitted into Dalaran as a mage's apprentice, a move that would inadvertently change his life forever.


 * During his teens, Vincentus and several other mage's apprentices, namely a young man by the name of Trasius Aurentus began further investigations of arcane, elemental, and with time, Fel Magic, a far more dangerous and addictive form of magic. They studied deep into the subject, far deeper perhaps than they should have, though without intent to harm. Unfortunately, a single slip of a spell had landed several of the teens in the infirmary. Vincentus and Trasius continued in their studies, eventually learning to summon and harness various demons and creatures from the Twisting Nether. However, their operations had been brought to a grinding halt after one of their instructors discovered the boys and their activities. The two were scolded relentlessly. Trasius returned to his magister's training, never again speaking of what he and Vincentus had done.
 * While it seemed that their delving in Fel Magic had ceased, their efforts had not gone unnoticed.
 * While it seemed that their delving in Fel Magic had ceased, their efforts had not gone unnoticed.

The Life-Altering Offer

 * One evening as Vincentus had been walking back to his dwelling, he had been approached by a fairly shady figure, one of which in name, is still unknown. It was revealed to the mage apprentice that he was a part of an underground cult of Warlocks, meeting in secret beneath the city streets of Dalaran. The Warlock, through a very long discussion and much convincing, had told Vincentus that his talent in Fel Magic was far too valuable to leave behind, and offered to take the young man on as an apprentice in secret. Vincentus agreed to this. So while still under his training as a Mage, he also underwent the trials and tribulations of becoming a full-fledged and extremely capable Warlock. The now mid-twenties man had effectively begun to live a double-life unbeknown to the Mages, the Kirin Tor, or even his own friend Trasius.

Professor Varlisse

 * While Vincentus, now in his late twenties, had completed his basic Magister's training, he had also learned his skills as a Warlock at such a rapid rate that he was soon teaching others, eventually earning his title as 'Professor of Demonology'. He had effectively and expanded the underground group's apprentice rate without notice to the Mages above, and eventually earned the nickname of "Demon Police" by his estranged students, having been scolded without remorse whenever they should step out of line, or summon a creature anywhere outside of the classroom. Above it all, he was an esteemed Magus, adept most highly in the manipulation of Fire. Things seemed as though they might have gone well for Vince for the rest of his life.


 * All of his perfect life took only moments to come crashing down around him, however; The day that Dalaran fell. The city had been swept into a panic. The new Professor was so involved in getting his comrades and students to safety that he'd hardly had time to notice the mage towers crumbling like sand behind them. While the mages did all they could to combat the destruction, their efforts and lives had been in vain. The powerful Archimonde had effectively laid waste to the entire city. Children cried for their parents, men and women cried for their loved ones.


 * Due to the city's demise, Vincentus was effectively out of a job on two planes of existence. It was during this point in his life that he'd felt a trip back home to Darkshire would be in order. The small village, however, was not how he had left it. Vince had been hit in the face by a massive culture shock. The beautiful village he once called home was in ruins, having fallen to the undead plague. The place had been destroyed so thoroughly that he couldn't even recognize or find his own home. It was with a heavy heart that he'd returned to the village's tavern to drink away his sorrows that night.


 * For months, it seemed as though Vincentus would either lose himself to the bottle, or lose his mind completely from the insomnia that had overtaken him. He traveled from town to town, picking up odd jobs to support his addiction once he'd run out of funds. On one particular night in Lakeshire, he happened to be served by a young girl, who he later found out to be Sinadelle McKinley, the daughter of his good friend from Dalaran. She had recognized him. Sinadelle told him of how her father had sent her away from Dalaran before its untimely demise, and how she had been training to become a mage like her parents had been.


 * Perhaps it had been an epiphany. A window of opportunity had opened up for Vincentus, and he had taken it. With a thankful smile, Sinadelle had accepted the option of becoming somewhat of an apprentice to Vince. She had exceeded his expectations, and the warlock had been nearly blown away by how intelligent the young girl was, and how quickly she learned the concepts that, as a student, he had struggled with.


 * The two eventually made their way to Stormwind, where not long after Sinadelle discovered exactly who she was dealing with. The man she had come to trust had been the very one who had laid her father to rest in an accidental spat between the two friends. Such accusations where not able to be brought to light however, for when she planned to confront him about the situation, Vincentus was already gone on the first ship headed to Northrend.

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