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the pulse in your throat began to dwindle ♞;;
"Real" Name: Vincent Lant
Room Number: M49
Age: Unknown (looks to be somewhere between early and middle-twenties)
Hair Color: White (there is, however, a blue eye dyed onto the front)
Eye Color: Blue
Height: 5'10
Weight: 146 lb
Blood Type: A
Other Characteristics: Dark skinned, muscled, but still seems a bit wiry. Constantly has his hair in his face. Silver scars on the left side of his neck that are several degrees colder than the rest of his body temperature (thanks, Edward. >[), mostly hidden under his hair. Now has his suit to wear for Nightshift.
Main Language: English
Second Language(s) : Bits and pieces of other languages, but nothing fluent.
Current Physical Status: Deep, clawed gashes on his right side and both shoulders. Large acid burn on left leg and small burns on right side of his face. Laceration on right palm. His hair has been cut.
Current Power Limitations: You know that crazy teleporting/billiard ball summoning/Red Hail/Dark Angel stuff? Yeah, he can't do any of it anymore.
Current Belongings: 1 baseball bat
1 map
1 bottle of various pain medication
11 syringes
14 needles
Around a dozen photos or so pulled from his patient's possession box.
Reclaimed his metal pool cue from his home world.
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