HARVEY, vincent chandler

[VINCENT CHANDLER HARVEY]

[atrb= border, 0, true] VINCENT CHANDLER HARVEY. ALLIE.

BASIC INFORMATION: Full Name: Vincent Chandler Harvey. Nickname(s): Vince. Gender: Male. Birth Date: May 27th, 1993. Age: 20 years old. HISTORY: Vincent was the first born in his family and it remained only him up until his third year, or more so the middle part of it, when his sister Sara joined them. He got along relatively well with her during their early years, but he didn’t care all that much about her until she was around five years old and he was eight. Even then, he didn’t feel nearly the same way as he does about her now. As a natural recluse, he tended to stay indoors and kept to himself as he grew up, coming out of his room only to play with his sister when she demanded it and of course, eat, shower, and do the things he needed to in order to progress in life and be healthy. When he was eleven his mother tried to put him in a sport and he didn’t have much of a choice in the matter, but he wound up not sticking to it after only the second practice. Soccer just wasn’t his thing. He also didn’t appreciate being ridiculed and socially excluded by his team mates so early on. Within fifteen minutes of the first practice he had somehow managed to fling himself into the mud – how exactly that happened is beyond him, but he suspected he had help. The following practice had him known as Mud Monster, which was a mixture of humiliating and just downright cruel. His middle school years were no better, but he didn’t take bullying so strongly to heart and that alone made the experience more bearable. Still, he progressively got worse in terms of isolation and a growing sort of depression. Vincent’s grades were phenomenal; you know, the kind of kid that got straight A’s each quarter and regularly some kind of recognition in that department, as well as perfect attendance. He didn’t participate much in class, but he responded when called on and that was all he needed to do. These were the years that he got closer with his sister, from ages twelve to fourteen and nine to eleven for her. His parents, being busy people, often had to leave her in his care and he’d do everything from entertaining her to helping her with her homework and seeing to it that she was as academically accomplished as he was. There were times where something would happen with her friends and he’d just hold her and tell her things were gonna be alright, or offer to hurt someone for her – but usually it was little girls that were the problem and there wasn’t much punching he could do there. That didn’t mean he didn’t want to, though. He grew attached to Sara; she, at the end of the day, was his only real friend. That never changed, and still hasn’t thus far. He had friends, sure, but they wound up stabbing him in the back – but we’re not at that party of the story yet. High school was where things began to go wrong. Freshman and sophomore year were pretty much eventless, and he maintained a 4.0 GPA throughout both of them. He kept to himself, up until meeting Kylie Cohen in the summer after tenth grade. She didn’t seem any different than other girls to him, but all the same, she was entirely unique. To say the least, he was head over heels for this girl within a month of hanging out with her and soon enough, becoming her boyfriend. She introduced him to her friends, a group of people he generally gathered to be… sketchy, in a word – but Vincent wasn’t the type to judge. He had very little to no room to, anyways. Things started out fine. His parents were pleased to see him going out and having fun with friends, and they trusted his judgment and responsibility enough that all they really asked of him was that he came home by midnight and let them know he was alive and well every so often. At the wise age of sixteen, surely he could be trusted in the presence of a bunch of misfits, right? It was a dumb move by any parent, though given his personality and stance as their first child, blame couldn’t be placed entirely on them. After all, he was the one who made the decision to hang out with people who soon enough would get him addicted to alcohol and drugs of all kinds alike. By the end of the summer, he was sneaking in around three in the morning, higher than imaginable and just overall not there. His parents didn’t know what to do with him. They tried taking away his things, but it did nothing – he had no attachment to material things. And as far as locking him in his room went, well, he learned how to get in and out of a window very quickly. There was essentially nothing they could do. There were nights when they’d have the police take him home, but there was nothing they could do to the sixteen year old boy except drag his ass home. Vincent quickly became better at hiding out and running, so this was less of a problem for him as the days went on. His relationship with his parents ended up being so far gone that he could barely have a conversation with him without an awkward silence or overall disappointed face, which he would turn the cold shoulder to. He wasn’t close with either of them, however he did spend whatever time he could with Sara. When he was out losing himself in the wonders of drugs and alcohol, he tended to really lose himself. At the end of some nights, he didn’t really know who he was anymore. Sometimes, he wondered if he ever did know himself. But Sara was like an anchor for him. She reminded him that he was a seventeen year old boy that had a family who loved him, and he was a human being. Being with Kylie, as much as he hated to admit it, made him forget that. He thought it was the only love he needed. When his junior year rolled around, he rarely, if ever, went in to school. He began skipping classes like no other and went only after being dragged out of bed by his dad, being totally unwilling to continue his education. He thought he was too good for it all. The middle of the year came around and he had dropped out completely, spending his days and nights with Kylie and the guys. Vincent was completely in love with her. It was helpless, really. She was the only real reason he did what he did and stayed with them – the boys didn’t give a shit about him. If anything, they talked him into doing harder drugs that even they wouldn’t touch just to see what the fuck would happen. One night, everything went totally wrong. Truthfully, he was so high himself that he didn’t remember what it was that Kylie did that killed herself, but he did remember holding her and hoping to God it wasn’t real. He tried yelling at his friends, or so who he thought they were, telling them to call an ambulance, but in just minutes he was out cold. He woke up the next morning in the hospital, his little sister on his right side, holding his hand and his mother on the left, holding that one. At first, he just cried. His body was, to say the least, banged up – from god knows what, he never really found out – and his mind was shaken. He knew very well what had happened to Kylie, and it was only a couple of minutes before his mother confirmed it. She was dead, and he had only barely been saved, no thanks to his “friends” who ended up getting arrested later down the night for robbing a guy. He wished he hadn’t for a long time, and over that summer after what was supposed to be his junior year, he began to realize how stupid he had become. Vincent made it a goal to clean himself up. It began with just not taking as many drugs, but that only did so much for so long. He couldn’t stick to any of the goals, but he did make it a point to drag himself into school and do his damnedest to bring his grades up and this time pass his junior year, which he did successfully do. Now, after living in Michigan for his entire life, his dad has been transferred and he’s in Velocity, preparing for his senior year and trying to get his life back on track. He’s different, but he’s a lot better than he was, although still a little in the fucked up department of things. As of right now, his sister is still his only real friend, but he’s grown a lot as a person and hopes to do better this time around. personality traits: positive: cunning, smart, modest, protective (over sara), funny, witty, considerate, romantic negative: addict, dependent, anxious, somewhat manipulative, blunt, seemingly uncaring, uncommunicative, reckless, often dishonest, detached, arrogant, untrusting other: sassy as fuck favorite things: book, zodiac killer. television show, house. movie, the lion king. color, blue. gender (sexual preference), women. artist, the killers. strengths: logic, enduring pain, dancing, flirting, can hold down his liquor, sex weaknesses: drugs, withdrawal, trust, anxiety, panic disorder fears: drugs taking over his life, not finding love again, not finding himself again, not cleaning up, something happening to sara random occurrence: A girl walked up to him, in a dress as skimpy as could be - it was really kind of amusing to him. She leaned over the wooden bar, a smirk on her face as she slipped him a piece of paper. "Can I get your number?" She slurred, her breath ridden with the stench of alcohol. Vincent tightened his lips into a smile and picked up the pen, scribbling onto the piece of paper. "Sure," he said in a seemingly polite, or excited even tone of voice. He slipped it back to her with the number 1 (810)-123-4567 and stood up, walking away before she could protest - but it didn't seem that the girl was smart enough, or sober enough to realize what he had done anyways. A bitter taste of something subsided in Evan’s mouth as he laid there, on his bed, waiting desperately for the sound of his uncle’s car to leave the drive way. He was late. It was 5:01pm and he still hadn’t left for his Friday night drinks. It was then that he heard a crash from downstairs and a shiver ran up his spine, knowing that his brother had probably been struck, but he still waited before he moved. He brought a water bottle to his mouth as he stalked forward towards his bedroom window, peering down it to see an angry Noah storming towards his car. Something had definitely gone wrong. He swallowed tightly as he watched him, flinching when he saw the gaze return and he stepped back, watching now from a little bit of distance. It was dark in his room, so his uncle didn’t bother peering up any longer and it wasn’t but moments later that his silver piece of shit pulled out of the drive way and down the road. Evan was overwhelmed with relief when he was gone, and the first thing he did was unlock his bedroom door and trample down the stairs. He went into the kitchen after there was no sign of Ryan in the living room, and there he found him, holding a pack of ice to his eye. “Are you alright?” He asked, strutting forward quickly and taking the ice from Ryan’s eye for a brief moment to see the already swelling piece of work his uncle had left for him. His brother nodded, weakly but he waved it off all the same. “I’m going to be fine. Also, I’m going out.” Before Evan could even check for some other kind of bruise—which he know would exist— Ryan was already up the stairs, and out of sight. He sighed a little himself, knowing that he also was going out and didn’t have much room to judge on the basis of their uncle being angry if he returned and they weren’t present. Likely he’d be back, but you never knew. He picked up his hoodie and slipped it on his torso, walking out the door as he zipped it up and jiggled his keys out of it. His brother and him shared a piece of shit Jeep, and since Ryan was still in the process of having an actual license, he had most to all full dictation of who had it when. Ryan did say he was going out, but that usually meant someone was just going to pick him up and it wasn’t like he could drive alone very far anyways. He hopped in the Jeep and ignited the engine, turning the radio on to a loud volume as he pulled out and then drove down and out of the neighborhoods. He wasn’t really sure what he wanted to do with his night, but right now he just wanted a goddamn coffee. Evan parked the car, locking it and tucking his keys in his pockets as he approached the door of the café and made a bee line to the counter. It was empty, surprisingly enough, but he assumed it was a bad hour to be a café for most people, anyways. He was sure they’d come rushing in soon enough. He ordered a plain latte and waited in the designated spot, paying for it and then nodding a thank you to the cashier. He sipped out of the drink as he walked to an empty two-person table and took a seat, closing his eyes and tuning out everything.

male. twenty. high school senior.

blunt.

sassy.

carefree.

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