Name: Vincent Amell<br/>Race: Human<br/>Job: Warrior<br/>Gender: Male<br/><br/>Vincent was one who always wished to train with his body and mind. His strength and agility were great to those he had ever fought inside the cathedral, other than Herod himself. It was Vincent's Determination to become Herod's star pupil that had helped him build his body to what it is now. A tone, muscular form of a man. He often trained shirtless, His chest, abs and arms exposed. He had a strong form, not to bulky though, lean enough to grant him the agility he needed, but strong enough to carry and swing his two-handed broadsword with one or more hands swiftly. He still carried the Insignia of the Crusaders, In the form of a burnt-in skin mark on his chest (On the top-right chest peck).<br/><br/>Today was no different. He was training with another advanced student. The other man used a sword and shield as his weaponry, and he seemed rather skilled in it's use. But it was obvious who was the better. Vincent drove his blade downwards in an Arch that slammed into the defender's shield. Fallowing that, he leaps to the side to dodge a sword-jab to his abdomen. Seeing the defender open, Vincent takes a strike at the boy's ankle, succesfully striking at the defender's heel and causing tremendous pain. As the boy tried to stand, he collapsed to his wounded side, his ankle unable to support his body.<br/>"I believe that means I win, boy. You fought with good honor. But you need more than honor to win a fight." He said, clipping the long-blade against a hoilster near his backside. There was no sheath, but the way it held the blade made it easy to walk, and easy to reach.<br/><br/>Vincent looked through the crowd that gathered to watch the fight. Most do come to watch the higher-students fight, in hopes of a good show. But now that it was over, the groups began to disperse, save for his fan-club. A small group of men and women, who looked upon Vincent as do most of the others upon Herod. Vincent smiled, and nodded at them, his body slightly glistened with sweat that had began to form from the supposedly longer battle than what most had seen. He had some hair, Hair under his arms, and hair under his belly-button, that traveled thicker into his pants to give a hint as to what may be hiding.<br/>"Good day Ladies and Gentlemen. I trust you enjoyed the show, if Any of you need me, I shall be in the cool-down room to relax for a few before I get back to training." He said in his smooth, Northern-lordaeron ascent. He traveled up the stairway of the sparing room, and gave a nod at Herod who had been watching the fight. Herod nodded back with what sounded like an accepting 'hmpf' and a grin.<br/><br/>-If nobody were to interupt Vincent's trip up the stairs-<br/>Vincent would be in the Cool-down room. A sort of lobby for the warriors to rest after working their bodies to the core. Here there were cool drinks, soft couches, and a table with cards. Though nobody would ever spend so much time in here, it was often empty. And today was no different. Save for one warrior getting a drink of water before soon leaving. It would then be empty again. And so Vincent plopped down into the couch and rested his arms on the back. Leaning his head back and closing his eyes, he let the sweat drip from his body. His strongly bound leather and Steel plate pants keeping his legs warmer than they needed, Vincent removed the plates to get even more results.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>