Reverend Vincent Hartmann

Vincent Hartmann is a 32-year-old, seemingly wise and calm member of the English Catholic Church, serving as an Army Chaplain during wartime and a regular member of the clergy during peacetime. He has few friends that know how he actually acts, none of them other members of the clergy, but instead barkeeps, soldiers, and other regular citizens. Prior to becoming a Chaplain, he was a medic for the army and has extensive medical knowledge, often serving as an emergency medic in other situations if need be. When not around the general public, he's a bit more carefree and enjoys dry humor when he's out drinking or hanging out with his friends. Instead of living with other members of the clergy, he has found his own residence to stay at.

Vincent was born on the 28th of January in 1800s England, slightly less than 20 years before the Napoleonic Wars, serving as a medic before taking the role of an Army Chaplain for the last few years of the wars, moving to the urban area to take up a role in the Church. He has decent experience with shooting guns, but does better with swords or the stake he keeps attached to his belt under his coat. He normally carries the scent of various herbs, but at night, hints of alcohol can be detected on him. He loves playing card games and learns cardistry (shuffling cards in showy/flashy ways) in his free time, and he is extremely good at it.

Vince is of average appearance, with black, loosely curly hair, many moles on his cheeks, under his eyes, and down his neck. He also wears circular glasses, and is cleanly shaven. His eyes are a light, greyish blue, and he is fit; not thin, but not buff either, at the height of 5'8 (172 cm), slightly shorter than most of the other clergy members and just about all of the military. A handful of women have attempted to hit on him, though he showed no interest, secretly preferring men. Vincent is relatively unaffected by most shit-talking attempts, ignoring them and instead enjoying his life unbothered, but can be mildly irritated by pushy people or people who don't respect more carefree personalities. He prefers people who don't feel pressured to be a certain type of person, but won't hate someone who does.

He has no siblings, and his parents are not involved in his life as much as they used to be, though he had relatively good relationships with both of them. He likes all meats, heavily seasoned, much like how he likes his other food. He prefers all of his food and drink with heavy flavor, whether that is spicy or salty. He doesn't like sweets, and wears silver jewelry—a cross necklace that drops just below his chest and various rings. His cross necklace is the one piece of jewelry that he'll keep on at all times.