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Post by Vincent Maxfield on Dec 5, 2018 4:02:32 GMT
Vincent laughed politely. ”Big protection. That seems like a stretch.” The image of an obscenely large tampon made him laugh even more. ”What were they thinking indeed…” He mused. ”What are women supposed to do with protection equivalent to a woman the size of a building? Excuse me for being crass, but I don’t think it would fit most women.” He grinned. That fact that she was considering accepting this job offer spoke to him even more about her lack of ability to pay for this coffee, but it would be rude to point out such a thing so he kept it to himself.
”Skyscraper.” He tossed the name around in his mouth as if just hearing it for the first time. ”It’s certainly a fitting title.” It wasn’t uncomfortable for him to play dumb around Alex. Years ago it might’ve given him some pause, but a large part of negotiation is hiding information from your opponent. It’s a role he’d found himself falling into even in everyday conversation such as this. ”Do you have any interesting Hero stories?” He asked.
”Me?” He gestured toward himself. ”Well, what I do is nowhere near as exciting as being a Hero. I’m executive assistant for the Axin Corporation. You’ll likely never have heard of it, it’s a weapons manufacturing company, we’re not very public. I don’t do any of the exciting stuff though, I’m simply on the business side of things.” He felt no reason to lie about his position. It wasn’t as if the company’s activities were anywhere near public knowledge. Plus, despite his humility, a part of him hoped Alex would recognize the significance of the executive assistant title. It’s not quite CEO, but it’s close, and he’s certainly on his way up there. His family had instilled in him this competitiveness, this obscene amount of self-esteem based on one’s title and income, and part of him, though he knew it was wrong, wanted others to recognize his career and monetary accomplishments.
”Interesting.” He replied when she mentioned her father’s restaurant. ”I grew up in an obscenely rich and snobby family, so I’m quite the food critic as well, though probably not the same way you are.” He responded. ”What’s the restaurant called? Where is it located? I’ll stop by if I’m ever in town. I travel quite a bit.” He gestured toward the menu, ”So, what do you recommend, food expert?” He asked, tongue in cheek but earnest.
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Nov 30, 2018 21:12:04 GMT
Post by Vincent Maxfield on Nov 30, 2018 21:12:04 GMT
Vincent could see the wheels turning in her head. She must be wondering whether she should reveal her status. This woman was obviously no attention hog. She, he assumed, simply did her job, not expecting any worship or fanfare. He respected that highly. He was taught that the only reward one should receive for doing their job was the profit it raked in. That, and the prestige, but that part was unspoken, only implied by his family. Fame, however, was different from prestige. Prestige was status, meant to be respected. Fame was cheaper, meant for the screaming masses. That he couldn’t respect, and he was glad Alex seemed to disdain it.
Vincent let out a small, polite laugh. ”That certainly sounds interesting. So you’re a metahuman. Are you by an chance a Hero?” He asked, as that would only be the most logical conclusion to draw from what she told him.
He brought the cup up to his lips and sipped the last of his espresso. A shame, he was starting to enjoy it. He looked at his phone. It was only 2:00, he still had his notifications turned off - in his fatigue he’d forgotten to turn them back on after his meeting - and he didn’t feel like turning them back on. He was enjoying this downtime, it was such a rarity he’d forgotten what relaxation was like. It was nice, and it was nice to socialize. He realized at this time that he’d hardly had anything to eat, he was famished. He picked up the menu and look at the food section, all expensive quiches and pastries. ”Does any of this food look particularly interesting to you?” He asked Alex.
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Post by Vincent Maxfield on Nov 26, 2018 0:56:22 GMT
“Excellent choice, I assume. This is my first time at this place, but from what I’ve seen of it so far they certainly deliver.” He sipped at his espresso, the flavor hitting his tongue like a freight train, but his expression remained unmoved. ”Fantasy Espresso certainly sounds exciting.” He smiled. From her hesitation he could tell Alex was taken somewhat aback by the price, but she held on to her pride. No one wanted to appear poor. That was something he understood more than anyone.
A business meeting. She didn’t seem like the business type. A business type would understand the dress code of a place like this. Her hesitation was telling. Was she trying to hide her Hero status? Most Heroes weren’t particularly open about such things. It put them at a considerable risk. It made them a target for those who participated in the more unsavory parts of life and didn’t like powerful people getting in their way. It also provided valuable information to people like Vincent who might be considered harmful to the metahuman community, although as far as he knew no one was prepared for the activities of the Axin Corporation in regards to metahumans. Alex had a fairly public persona, however. There wasn’t much reason to hide. Perhaps she was just being humble. He could admire that.
A commercial. That made more sense. He furrowed his brow in genuine interest and concern at her reluctance to participate in such a thing. ”Why not?” He asked kindly. He could understand why not. From his brief introduction to Alex, he could tell she seemed like a very genuine person. Genuine people typically don’t like to pretend. Still, he didn’t want to assume anything about her, and he was sincerely interested in her plight. It was unfortunate she wasn’t meeting another Hero, but it was only a small misfortune.
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Nov 20, 2018 23:54:47 GMT
Post by Vincent Maxfield on Nov 20, 2018 23:54:47 GMT
Sebastian was a large man with a large presence. He could see why he made such an effective political candidate. He could announce himself purely by walking into a room. Vincent felt the man’s eyes burn into him, sizing him up. However, he was not intimidated. It would take a very special sort of person to intimidate Vincent. He was raised by two of the most intimidating people he ever met. Not much could phase him.
”Well, Mr. Wells,” he sat back down in response to Sebastian’s gesture, unbuttoning his jacket again, ”you happen to be very important to our company. I have quite the proposal for you. Why don’t you take a seat yourself?” He gestured toward the empty chair across from him. ”You see, I understand you, as a metahuman, are quite involved in the metahuman community. The Axin Corporation has an invested interested in the metahuman community. We would like to fund your campaign, Mr. Wells, in exchange for certain favors and information.” Now came the hard sell. ”First of all, we’d like in depth information on the metahuman community; their wants, their needs, their whereabouts, etcetera.” He folded his hands delicately in front of him. ”Second, we’d like information about various Heroes in the area. Once you become an elected official - which you will if you agree to our offer - I’m sure you’ll be given plenty of information on the matter.” He paused slightly to let him digest the information, ”Finally, we would like information on certain metahumans whom, to put it politely, no one would notice go missing.” He gestured toward the camera in the corner of the room. ”Don’t worry, I had the cameras turned off before we started this meeting. I assured everyone it was very confidential.”
”I’ll be honest with you Mr. Wells, your campaign is severely lacking in funding, and unless you get a backer like us, you have no chance of winning the election.” His smile widened slightly, warmly, ”Of course, you have no shortage of illicit funding to keep your campaign alive, but I assure you someone will track that money back to where it came from. We already have.” He spoke smoothly and clearly, sitting confidently, with nothing but courtesy toward Sebastian, keeping steady eye contact with him the entire time. He was not intimidated. ”We’re willing to offer your campaign $85 million if you agree to follow these stipulations and any that might follow.”
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Nov 20, 2018 20:28:51 GMT
Post by Vincent Maxfield on Nov 20, 2018 20:28:51 GMT
He was already starting to like Alexandra. Despite her lack of appropriate attire, she had good manners and a pleasant demeanor. She acted with confidence, despite being out of her element. He could admire than about a person. Many would be intimidated in the face of so much wealth and - even Vincent could recognize - snobbery. She looked uncomfortable but not self-conscious.
”Alex it is then,” he replied, withdrawing his hand an appropriate amount of firm but gentle handshakes.
”Well, in the meantime you could order something off the menu,” he posited. “Anything look interesting?” From what he knew of Heroes and their wages, it was unlikely Alex had the money to afford anything offered at Briggs and Sinclair, but he’d be happy to step in and pay for her. He often kept his wealth close to his chest; money was success after all and he didn’t want to just be giving it away, but he liked Alex and he didn’t want her to suffer the enticing aroma of Briggs and Sinclair without getting a taste herself.
”Who are you waiting for, if you don’t mind me asking.” Alex had a fairly large public profile as Skyscraper. Maybe not as large as someone like Sunny Slater, but someone could certainly recognize her on the street. He assumed she would be meeting someone from money, as evidenced by their choice in location (it was clear Alex didn’t choose this location herself), so the most obvious conclusion would be someone hired to assist her public persona. But he could be wrong. She could be meeting another Hero. That would be very fortunate. The company had a database of Heroes, but it was small, very incomplete. He’d love to add another Hero to their index.
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Nov 16, 2018 21:41:11 GMT
Post by Vincent Maxfield on Nov 16, 2018 21:41:11 GMT
As he looked out the window, drinking his coffee, he quickly started to feel himself rejuvenate. The fog that had invaded his brain began to lift and he felt like he hadn’t missed any sleep at all. This stuff was amazing. It was no substitute for actual sleep, of course, but he decided to ask if they sold the coffee beans when he was done drinking so he could take some home in case he ever needed to pull an allnighter again, which considering his line of work, was more than likely.
He let his mind drift and relax. He realized he’d also missed his morning workout. That most definitely added to his exhaustion. He’d also failed to change his clothes, though no one could tell. His clothing were so well tailored, he could go swimming in them, come out, dry off, and no one would be any the wiser. Still, it bothered him once he noticed, he felt dirty, unclean. But there was nothing he could do about it now, so he put it out of his mind.
He turned his head toward the door as he heard it open and was surprised to see Alexandra Williams walk into the cafe. Alexandra Williams aka Skyscraper with the ability to grow or shrink in size. The company had managed to gain a decent amount of information on Heroes and the Hero Program. Heroes were quickly becoming the company’s number one competitor and posed a huge threat for the future of weapons manufacturing as a whole. It was also important to have all the information he could about them memorized so he didn’t target one for experimentation on accident. Even the ones that didn’t have a very high profile had deep connections to the government and their absence would be noticed immediately.
Despite metahumans’ status as a competitor, Vincent felt no ill will towards them, as a concept or individually. It was just business after all, and one should never let emotions get involved in business. As individuals, he treated them like any other. A person was a person and they all deserve respect. That is until they became an asset, but most people weren’t assets.
This particular individual seemed quite out of place. She looked lost and was dressed in clothing not particularly accepted in places like these. He felt sorry for her, but decided it wasn’t his place to guide her through the lifestyle of the rich and posh, so he simply looked back out the window and let his mind wonder again.
His wondering was interrupted when Alexandra suddenly came into his field of vision as she sat in the armchair adjacent to him. ”Oh don’t worry, you’re not disturbing me at all.” He spoke in his smooth, deep voice, smiling warmly at her. He held out a hand, ”Vincent Maxfield, pleasure to meet you.” He greeted. ”Excuse me for saying this, but you looked a bit lost when you came in. Are you waiting for someone?” He asked politely.
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Nov 16, 2018 20:35:05 GMT
Post by Vincent Maxfield on Nov 16, 2018 20:35:05 GMT
While Vincent was waiting, he decided to brush up on Sebastian Wells’ past, make sure he had everything straight. He went through his phone, and click on a very innocent looking app protected by a password. He typed it in and was prompted to give a fingerprint scan. He pressed his thumb to the bottom of his phone. The screen turned blue for a second, a little white circle spinning in the center, before finally opening to a screen with several files lined up below a search bar. The Axin logo stood proudly in the corner. Vincent tapped on the search bar and typed in “Sebastian Wells.” The blue screen popped up again for a split second before a new set of files showed up on the screen. He began sifting through each and every one.
Vincent wasn’t one to judge the actions of others. A man is an island after all, and one’s decisions and reasonings were their own. Still, he was a man of empathy, and he couldn’t help but put himself in the place of others. Sebastian grew up in poverty, like Vincent’s parents. But unlike his parents, he didn’t escape it through honorable means. He escaped poverty by breaking the law; by, essentially, cheating. One of the many ethics Vincent’s parents hammered into him was a strong disdain towards cheating. There was no honor in cheating. You do not earn your accomplishments if you cheat. You steal them, and stealing was a sign that you didn’t have the capacity to earn such things on your own. It was a sign of weakness.
Still, Vincent had to admire the man. He was making a legitimate name for himself. The mob part was unfortunate, but here he was, on track to becoming mayor of one of the most prominent cities in the world. Perhaps he had even further ambitions. He hoped so, I would certainly be helpful for the company. And Vincent certainly wasn’t one to go about waving the rainbow flag, but he couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride for a fellow LGBTQ+ person to be openly running for a political position.
Vincent turned off the screen as the door swung open. “Mr. Wells,” Vincent stood up, buttoning his jacket, and held out a hand, smiling warmly, “Vincent Maxfield, executive assistant for the Axin Corporation. Pleasure to meet you.” Executive assistant was a pretty hefty title, Vincent hoped Sebastian would acknowledge and appreciate the special attention.
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Post by Vincent Maxfield on Nov 12, 2018 0:54:52 GMT
Vincent stepped out of the building feeling crushed, but he wasn’t sure why. The meeting had gone well. He’d just secured $750 million dollars in funding from the Iraqi government, and fairly easily at that. They seemed very willing to give the money over, and then some. He checked the time on his phone. It was only 1:30pm, the meeting was expected to go until 2:30pm, maybe 3:00pm. Then he check his phone again. 1:30pm. He woke up at 7:30am yesterday. He had a meeting last night that had lasted until morning and had completely forgotten that he hadn’t slept. And he had another meeting at 4:00pm. He hadn’t reserved a hotel, his penthouse was close enough to San Francisco, but not close enough to run in and get some sleep before his next meeting. He needed some fuel.
His sister had recommended a little cafe someplace around here at their last family gathering. Well, she hadn’t recommended it so much as she bragged about it. The coffee beans were harvested straight from Ethiopia and delivered directly to the cafe. They had a large variety of different kinds of brews. It was all highly artisan. And, this was the kicker, had at one point held the world record for an espresso with the highest concentration of caffeine ever recorded. That part might’ve been an embellishment. Ashley was prone to embellishments, but he was too tired to care. He needed that caffeine.
He called his driver. Today it was Valeria Jackson. He stepped in the car before realizing he had no idea what the name of the place was, or where exactly it was located. He tried desperately to dig it up in the recesses of his memory, but to no avail. That meant only one thing. He smiled politely and apologetically at Valeria, pulling out his phone. ”Excuse me one moment.” She nodded in understanding. He dialed up Ashley’s number. She answered after three rings.
“Is this important?” She answered in a dead tone.
”I’ll make this brief.” He replied smoothly, not a hint of fatigue or weakness in his voice. ”What’s the name of that cafe you mentioned last Thanksgiving, the one with the espresso?”
She sighed, “Is that what you’re calling me about? I’m reviewing a case.”
”I just need you to tell me, it’s for a client.” A hint of aggression started seeping into his voice, and of course it wasn’t for a client, but he couldn’t show any sort of human weakness in front of her. Everything must be for the business.
She sighed again, much more heavily this time, “Briggs and Sinclair. Bye.” And she hung up the phone.
It was Vincent's turn to sigh as he set the phone in his lap, then smiled apologetically at his driver again. ”Family.” She smiled sympathetically. ”Take me to Briggs and Sinclair. It’s a cafe, should be somewhere around here.”
“Gottcha.” She said, “I know exactly where that is. Shouldn’t take more than five minutes.”
Vincent smiled warmly back at her. ”Thank you, Ms. Jackson.”
“No problem Mr. Maxfield.” She replied.
Phone calls and emails kept Vincent wide awake as they made their way to the cafe. Still, he could feel himself slipping. It was unlike him to miss sleep, very unhealthy. Still, he supposed it couldn’t be helped. He lived a busy lifestyle and allnighters were simply part of the business. The business came far before his personal health.
Vincent spotted the cafe from down the street. He could tell from the warm, golden lighting that this was exactly the place Ashley was talking about. Its red and brown brick stood out from the more modern looking buildings that surrounded them (it may go without saying that they were in a very upscale part of town). The car stopped right in front of the building. The words Briggs and Sinclair appeared in golden cursive above the glass door and windows. He stepped out and thanked the driver again before he entered.
Inside, the place was filled with both tall, wooden, polished stools and brown leather armchairs. The stools surrounded similarly tall, wooden, polished tables and small, black tables sat in front of the armchairs. Everyone inside was dressed at the very least semi-formal if not completely formal. Many people wore high-class business attire, just like Vincent. The aroma of coffee brewing was powerful and absolutely alluring. There was a table set up for people to smell the various coffee beans. Classy, abstract, minimalist art was set periodically throughout the polished wooden walls and faint classical music played in the background. Vincent felt very much at home.
Vincent looked up at the menu, written in the same golden cursive as the name plastered on the outside the building. On its very own board were there words: Home Of The Famous Extraordinary Espresso, underneath was a warning about the amount of caffeine contained in the espresso, but an assurance that it was safe for consumption. It was priced at $30. So it looked like Ashley wasn’t completely embellishing, although if it really had broken any world records it certainly wouldn’t be safe for consumption.
He ordered the Extraordinary Espresso, and it was delivered to him in a small white porcelain cup on a small white porcelain plate. He sipped it, and was taken aback by how strong it was. He wasn’t sure what he expected, but it was, without a doubt, the strongest coffee he’d ever had, although he didn’t show his reaction on his face. He sipped it like it was any other coffee. He took a seat in one of the leather armchairs by the window. Across from it sat another, empty leather armchair, and in between them a small black table. He held the plate underneath the cup - as he was taught to do when he was young - and took small, gentle sips, the flavor still overpowering him each time, but slowly and surely getting used to it. He looked outside the window, for once enjoying this moment of peace.
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Nov 11, 2018 22:51:08 GMT
Post by Vincent Maxfield on Nov 11, 2018 22:51:08 GMT
”Yes?...Who do we have available?...Send Ms. Andrews to delegate...Thank you Mr. DeLong.” He hung up his bluetooth and looked out the window, watching the cars pass by. He admired the company car, a Tesla Model X PD00D. He wasn’t necessarily a vehicle person, but he appreciated luxury when it was presented to him. He wasn’t driving, of course. Today they had appointed George Hawthorne as his driver. He’d learned the names of all the drivers in and around New York and particular hotspots in California. It was only common courtesy. If he could, he would learn the names of all the drivers employed by Axin, but unfortunately, he didn’t have the time.
He pulled out his phone as he felt a buzz. An email about moving certain assets from their Duluth location to Chicago. They were a bit short on funds. Vincent bit his lower lip as he thought for a second, before firing a succinct but courteous email back about transferring some access funds from their missile project in Sante Fe to Duluth, signed: Thank you. Sincerely, Vincent Maxfield. Then set his phone in his lap, waiting expectantly for it to buzz again as he looked back out the window. Traffic had slowed to a crawl. They must be getting close. He knew scheduling had been tight. The only time they could arrange a meeting had been directly after his speech. Unfortunate, but this was an important meeting. If they could get an up and coming politician in their lap, a metahuman no less, it would provide a great asset for their company.
The traffic had come to a complete standstill. The speech must be running a little long. He twisted his mouth in slight discontent, then unbuckled and slid over to the left side door. ”I’ll get out here.” He said politely.
“Are you sure Mr. Maxfield? It’s a bit hectic out there.” George warned in a thick New York accent, genuine concern in his voice.
”I’m sure I can handle it.” He said as he opened the door and stepped outside. He leaned back in the car. ”Thank you Mr. Hawthorne, and thank you for your concern.” He smiled warmly.
“No problem.” George replied, nodding his head.
Vincent closed the door gently behind him and walked into the crowd, enjoying the wind on his face. He heard the ringing in his bluetooth and answered. Simultaneously, his phone buzzed, another email with another query about funds. He seamlessly responded to the person on the bluetooth while typing out an answer on his phone. It was a practice he had become very accustomed to. ”Thank you.” He said as he typed out the words, then hung up and put his phone in his pocket.
He slithered his way through the crowd of people, issuing a few ”Excuse me”s and ”Pardon me”s along the way. Eventually, he made his way up to the building and approached an official guarding the door. ”Vincent Maxfield.” He said, holding up his ID to the official. ”I’ve scheduled a meeting with Mr. Wells on behalf of the Axin Corporation.” The official studied the ID carefully before nodding and opening the door, gesturing inside. ”Thank you, Ms. Rodriguez.” He smiled, nodding, reading the name on her nametag. Ms. Rodriguez nodded back as he walked inside.
Once inside, he made his way up to the secretary. ”Vincent Maxfield?” She stood up, a large, friendly smile on her face, she seemed to be expecting him.
”Yes ma’am.” He replied, smiling back, although his smile was much more refrained.
“Right this way!” She gestured for him to follow as she led him to a small meeting room. “Just take a seat and he’ll be right with you!”
He took a seat, unbuttoning his jacket as he sat down. ”Thank you- I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”
“Naomi!” She grinned back at him.
”Thank you, Naomi.” He smiled warmly. Her smile widened slightly, and she nodded her head in parting before she left the room, closing the door behind her.
Now to wait. Vincent didn’t like to be kept waiting. If he wasn’t doing someone productive, it wasn’t something worth doing. Still he had plenty of calls to respond to and emails to answer to keep him busy. Right on cue, he heard a little ringing in his ear. ”Hello?…” he answered.
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Post by Vincent Maxfield on Nov 2, 2018 7:40:01 GMT
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Vincent Maxfield
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[attr="class","hopeloveleft"]AGE // twenty-eight
[attr="class","hopeloveleft"]GENDER // male
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HAIR // black[break] EYES // brown[break] SKIN // black[break][break]
ATTIRE[break][break] Vincent is rarely seen outside of his requisite suit and tie. He changes up the colors, but always keeps it slick, unicolor, dark, formal, suave; all expensive and tailored specifically to him. On the rare occasions in which he dresses “casually”, he wears a light colored button up shirt and dark colored tie, formal dark gray pants, and brown dress shoes. He does have a workout attire, which consists of a gray tank top, black athletic pants, and tennis shoes, but he only wears that in his personal gym. He often wears a bluetooth on his ear and always wears his rectangular glasses, not just for his nearsightedness, but also because he thinks they make him look more professional. He is never seen wearing anything inexpensive or ill-fitting. [break][break]
GENERAL[break][break] Vincent stands at a modest 6’2 with well-toned muscles (he carves out a couple hours each day for exercise) and a regal stature. He has sharp features and his skin is dark and smooth, free of blemishes. He is always perfectly clean shaven, his face is as smooth as the rest of his body, and he has very short, clean cut hair. Needless to say, he takes very good care of his body and physical appearance. He is obsessed with looking neat and professional and anything but poor. He always stands with his back straight and his head held high. He walks like he owns the ground he stands on, but he’s not at all in your face about it. Despite his regality, he comes off incredibly respectful and humble, smiling and nodding politely at those who pass, opening the door for others, etc. He has soft, courteous eyes, a genuine smile and a deep, smooth, voice like velvet. He comes off to most a charismatic, approachable, and not to mention incredibly handsome.
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]PERSONALITY [attr="class","hopelovetop"]
If there were one word used to describe Vincent it would be professional. Everything he does he does for the business. He only stops working to tend to his personal care, and even then considers it part of his job; he needs to look good in order to negotiate to the highest efficiency. He keeps a warm distance from everyone he meets. He’s polite and extremely well mannered, but rarely personal. He’s constantly talking to coworkers on his bluetooth and answering emails on his phone. He rarely stops to relax or socialize. He’s like a machine, always working, even when off the clock, twenty-four hours a day seven days a week. [break][break] The only time he stops, perhaps, is during holiday visits to the family, if he can make it. And even then, he’s working endlessly to impress his parents and his three older sisters, which he is never able to do. Vincent is heavily influenced by his family. His parents hammered in him the ideals he holds dear, and he is constantly trying to live up to the incredibly high standards his parents set for him and the standards set by his sisters. These standards revolve almost solely around social status and money. Whoever is making the most money, it’s believed, whoever has owns the most expensive things is the most successful. Thus, Vincent believes that money and property is what equates to success, so he tries desperately to amass as much of it as possible. [break][break] On the surface, Vincent is a strict rule follower, he follows the law to a tee, he never even jaywalks. However, he certainly won’t hesitate to break the law in favor of the corporation. He puts business before everything. He is incredibly dutiful, and, as his aligience is toward profit, it is always towards the business and what is best for the business and what will gain him more status and a greater salary in the business. He will not, however, break rules to elevate his status just for the sake of doing so. He was taught to follow the rules he was given and use them to climb to the top. To do otherwise would be dishonorable. [break][break] When socializing, Vincent is an incredibly warm and inviting person, but he never lets anyone in, he keeps a friendly professional distance from everyone he meets, although this distance may not be obvious at first glance. He's incredibly charming, he knows how to earn people's trust. This makes him an expert negotiator. He rarely uses his social skills to make friends, however. He believes getting in any kind of relationship would be unfair for the other person because he simply wouldn't have time for them. Vincent is nothing if not conscientious. [break][break] Morality is a complicated subject for Vincent. Business is first, obviously, Business is first, obviously, people involved in the business he sees purely as assets, not people, and feels no compassion for them, but beyond that, outside of the business, he sees people as people and will even go out of his way to help said people. Beyond business, Vincent is a kind, caring, gentle soul. It hurts him to see others suffer. However, his kindness only goes so far. He actively refrains himself from helping others too much because he thinks it is in someone's best interest to help themselves. He's believes people deserve a little push in the right direction, he'll give the homeless man a dollar on the street. But after he helps pick someone up, he lets them go, and it's their job to continue on their own from there. [break][break] Vincent has expensive tastes, and this includes his taste in art. He’s only interested in things considered “high brow” or “high society.” He only listens to classical music, only reads classical literature, and only watches well regarded modernist films, that is when he has time for such a thing. He only consumes the highest quality food and beverages. He travels frequently for business - he doesn’t really consider any place his “home” - and only resides in the most expensive hotels and residences. He won’t settle for anything less than five star. [break][break] Above all, Vincent is terrified of being impoverished.
[attr="class","hopelovetitle"]HISTORY [attr="class","hopelovetop"]
Sheila Hendricks and Bernie Maxfield grew up in the slums. They met in high school and formed an instant connection. They bonded over their shared desire to escape poverty. They labored tirelessly; getting the highest possible GPA in school, working a full time job, and volunteering, not for the sake of helping others, but simply in order to make themselves look more desirable to universities. And it worked. They both got full ride scholarships to highly prestigious universities. Sheila went to med school and became a successful and lucrative brain surgeon, and Bernie became a famous and affluent music producer, producing the most prominent pop artists in the industry. They got married shortly after graduating college, cut all ties with their past life, and bought a mansion in Maine. They soon had their first child, Madison. Three years after that, they had Sidney. Two years after that, Ashley. [break][break] Sheila and Bernie instilled in their children high standards and a harsh work ethic. They punished them severely for doing anything undignified or getting anything less than perfect scores in school. They never punished them physically of course, no, that would be barbaric, but they berated them with their words, removed what little privileges they had, and made sure they knew full well of their immense disappointment. As Sheila and Bernie were often at work, they often employed caretakers to look after the children, but only employed the strictest of nannies. All children were required to get a job as soon as they could and to partake in at least one volunteer organization. They received no financial backing from their parents. That isn’t to say their parents couldn’t be loving. They held nightly family dinners (which the children were required to attend). They talked, mostly about work and what the children were achieving, but still they talked and joked and laughed, and the parents took turns reading to the children at night. It was obvious Sheila and Bernie loved their children. They wanted them to succeed to their highest potential, they were terrified of having their children fall into the poverty they experienced when they were young, and that is why they were so harsh on them. [break][break] Sheila and Bernie, however, were rapidly falling out of love. It started with small passive aggressions, trying to one up each other about work and how much money they made. This aggression soon grew very palpable, tension grew in the air and stayed, suffocating the family. They started getting in verbal arguments. First about serious matters, such as money and the children, but soon the littlest thing would set them off and they would get into screaming matches about someone tracking dirt into the home. It became obvious that Sheila and Bernie only married each other for their shared ambitions, but now those that those ambitions had been achieved, they had little keeping each other together. Yet, they didn’t want to get divorced. To do so would be undignified. So, in a last ditch effort to stay together, they had one last child: Vincent. [break][break] It should be mentioned that Vincent came rather late into their marriage. His youngest sister, Ashley, is fifteen years older than him. So, growing up, he had little family to relate to. His three sisters got out of the house as soon as they could, moving away to prestigious colleges on the east coast as soon as they were accepted, Madison and Ashley when they were sixteen, as they skipped two grades, and Sidney when she was seventeen, as she only skipped one, something that had always been a large point of shame for her. Sheila and Bernie’s indoctrination of their children into high society had been highly successful, and all of Vincent’s sisters adopted their parent’s mindset, believing money was success and chasing after it tirelessly. [break][break] Vincent’s childhood was very similar to that of his sisters’ with a few major differences. First of all, he was constantly under the heavy shadow of his three sisters, expected to perform not only as well as them, but somehow better. They paved a path that he was supposed to follow, but this path led to a summit higher than mount Everest. Second, as previously stated, he had no siblings to grow up with, they were all out of the house by the time he was one. Under his parents’ strict tutelage, he had no time for friends, so he was a very lonely child. And third, after he was born, much to his parents’ chagrin, the tension between them did not dissipate. If anything, it grew. They tried to suppress their arguments when he was younger, but found they couldn’t help getting into shouting matches. Vincent spent much of his childhood hunch over a desk, studying, while the shouts of his parents bled through the walls. The family dinners were marred by false smiles and passive aggressions. Needless to say, Vincent had a much more stressful childhood than his sisters. This, among other things, led to him skipping only one measly semester of school, becoming the academic shame of the family. [break][break] His oppressive upbringing is not to say he never socialized. At school, he was warm and personable. His parents required that he take several academic clubs such as speech and debate and join the national honors society. He made friends, but he never interacted with them outside of school. He is in no way socially stunted, but resigned himself from an early age to a life of loneliness. No time for relationships if he wanted to succeed, and his parents’ relationship was only further proof of this. [break][break] He got a full ride scholarship to Harvard University, leaving for the spring semester when he was eighteen. As soon as he left the house, his parents got divorced. Sheila took back her maiden name and Bernie bought new a mansion for himself. At Harvard, Vincent kept the strict work ethic his parents instilled in him. He made no real friends and spent all his time doing schoolwork, taking as many classes as he possibly could. He majored in business and took several internships at local companies. After years of study, he got a Doctorate in Business Administration, and soon after was contacted by the Axin Corporation with a lucrative job opportunity. [break][break] Axin is a major weapons manufacturing company. They are a primary supplier for not just the US military, but militaries around the world. Vincent jumped at the opportunity and soon rose through the ranks, recently becoming executive assistant of the company. He makes an incredibly salary, giving him a near endless supply of money, he makes very near the top one percent of income in the country. He owns two expensive penthouses, one in New York City, and one in California that he moves between frequently for business. He travels all around the country, all around the world really, for business (never for pleasure) and he always rides first class. He lives the life his family expected of him, but he never feels his job his finished, he never feels he’s reached his goal, he never feels fulfilled. And his family has yet to be proud of him. [break][break] When metahumans started popping up, well, Axin saw a business opportunity. Vincent was one of the first people to be notified about the new program Axin would be implementing. The experiments they wanted to perform could never be done legally. They would have to take metahumans off the street. They would bring them to a facility that only a select few would even be aware of. Would it be moral? Of course not. But the best course of action is what’s best for the company, they haven't found anything yet, but if they could harness even a quarter of the power some of these metahumans had, they would be the most powerful weapons manufacturing company in the world. So of course, Vincent was fully on board, and even does his part scouting out potential metahumans...
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