Name: Vincent Nathaniel<br/>Gender: Male<br/>Age: 20<br/>Race: Human<br/>Likes: Riddles, any mind challenge of the sort, travelling<br/>Dislikes: direct or impatient people<br/>Occupation: Unemployed<br/>Appearance: He appears as a young man with jet black hair who is part of the normal working society, eg. shirt and tie. Or whatever suits his plans. He has grey eyes and is slim, yet dreadfully physically weak.<br/>General Personality: Narcissistic, gets angered easily when a plan fails, calculative,<br/>Special Abilities:<br/>Mind Control: Orders must be issued drectly and verbally, target cannot exceed their mental/physical limits, affects any person only once, commands may have conditions, direct eye contact is needed with the exception of mirrors. Targets have no memory upon the command acting on their behalf.<br/>Talents: Acting and speed typing.<br/>Family: Younger sister, Mavis, blind<br/>Prized possessions: None<br/><br/>******<br/><br/>Vincent remained inside the shade as he watched the neighborhood's teens at the skate park. For today, he had visited the jewelry store to buy a proposal ring for his fiancee. That was, of course a simple cover up, he had needed get a floor plan of the building with the possible exits. He tugged his coat tighter around his body to ward off the cold as he began to pace along the rusting fence.<br/><br/>He had already constructed a mental image of the floor plan of the building. Most would not dare to pull off this especially less than a week of after a cash transfer to a casino had been interrupted, but he decided to do it anyway, after all it was the best he could do.