The contract was signed in blood, "Vincent" the shaking hand managed to scribble before the quill was dipped into his open wound once more. His face grimacing as managed to chicken scratch "Lamort" on the parchment. The very second that tip left the paper it combusted into a smouldering mass leaving not so much as a slither of smoke in it's wake. He dropped the quill to the floor, shuffling up the bottom of his shirt to look for his wound. However it was gone, gasping his hands roamed the sun scarred profile but there was nothing. In his sealed damnation he had found himself a chance, however there were terms and conditions applied to that as with all pacts. In order for him to enjoy the luxury of his borrowed time he must sacrifice at least once every sixth months. Male or female, human or beast it did not matter. The being wished to be appeased with the loss of life and Vincent was in no position to argue.

Standing at 6'0 this mature handsome man seems rather well mannered and reserved. It is clear through looking despite being in very good shape he is somewhere between late forties and early fifties. He doesn't seem to draw any particular attention to himself through his actions as he tends to slip into the background.

His tanned torso is lightly muscled yet he sits on the verge between athletic and slim whilst sporting the odd protruding vein. At a guess you would say he weighs a lean 214 lbs, the canvas of his life would appear colour with the odd scar here and there and of course, the odd wrinkle. His hair is well kept- the silvery silk strands combed back into a neat style whilst his face wears a light stubble the same shade. His bronzed skin only serves to high light those vivid azure orbs that are set within his face. Glinting with the occasional shimmer of cunning as they flicker across those who might be in his company.