Hailing from the snowy northern land of Greypeak, Vincent keeps his past a closely guarded secret. Few know of his history as a Hexhunter, and his super-human abilities. Most who see them in action draw their last breath soon after, and the inner circle he has surrounded himself with in the Underkeepers know better than to blab about it. Having left the Hexhunters only a few years after his training had completed, he sailed for warmer shores in Baldur. That was decades ago, and in that time he’s watched the kingdom that took him in with open arms fall to ruin, in an age of decadence and corruption that can only beget revolution. Yet not all revolutions are built on the same foundations. Vincent’s comes from the chaff of society, those without a voice. The only way they can gain a foot up is through the boons of gold and rivers of blood that comes with organised crime. Thus, begrudgingly, he found himself in the Underkeepers, and later, its leader.