Vance Holiday - Quincy

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Name: Vance Holiday

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Race: Caucasian

Birthplace: US Tombstone Nevada

Occupation: Interpol Special Investigations

Height: 6' 2"

Weight: 174 Lbs

Appearance:

Vance looks like a lanky demon.  Though his lack of posture and love of button up yet over sized clothing hides a lot of his musculature structure. He has blonde spiked hair and tends to keep some of the further tips iced.  This is more to protest the overall required outfits for his job.  His smirk is more declarative of his personality, often times making him look slightly creepy and obnoxious.  He has a very defined jaw structure and his body is covered in a multitude of scars.

Personality: Vance is quite most of the time, reserving to pass judgment on people and laugh to himself out loud in the background.  As such he rarely speaks his mind and just about everything he says comes out as sarcastic and snarky.   He also has a tendency to be observatory and simply stay back when necessary.  Vance likes music, he finds listening to it is better than listening to people most of the time because music is simply music.  People are all manipulative sociopaths when given the choice.  Vance enjoys relaxing and taking notes.  Though this is more out of necessity for himself than anything else.  He is kind of meticulous and actually likes being that way. Vance likes conversations that get to the point.  He doesn’t enjoy listening to people who like to hear themselves talk.  He’s more inclined to like someone that mugged him if they just said so rather than dancing around it for twenty minutes.
Vance dislikes listening to people who like to hear themselves speak.  It’s a complete annoyance to him and he tends to ignore anything after the fourth paragraph of stuff he didn’t need or want to know.  Vance hates hypocrisy.  Which does make him the world's biggest hypocrite and he’s okay with this.  If there’s a rule, it should be followed.  If there’s no need for the rule, get rid of it.  Vance dislikes bad food and people who cook that can’t cook.  There’s a reason, Vance is bad at cooking, so he doesn’t do it.  He lets people who are good at something do it, otherwise he finds it offensive to the food.  Though food isn’t the only thing he adheres to this thought pattern.

Special Characteristics: Vance cannot yet absorb Reishi correctly.  Instead he can distribute his power via Soul Distribution, granting others boons and enhancing other Quincy.  He also excels at Reiraku sensing.

Stats:
Attack: 20
Speed: 40
Defense: 40

Cross:

Spoiler:

Vance has a small mariner's cross on a bracelet he keeps with him, it has a pentagram drawn around it and a matching insignia on his Quincy Robes.

Heilig Bogen: Vance has no Heilig Bogen, he can't form it because he can't absorb reishi correctly, yet.  Instead, he uses revolver specifically designed to replace Heilig Pfiel with Ginto Tubes as the catalyst.  He cannot fight with either his Revolver or his Sword if he runs out of Ginto Tubes.

Spirit Weapon:

Spoiler:

Vance carries a Zweihander that he infuses with reishi collected in Ginto Tubes.

History:
Vance Holiday is a member of both the Holliday and Hickok lines.  Which was interesting because he grew up a little less imposing on the law dog side of the family from the rest of it.  Vance’s childhood was actually relatively normal aside from Quincy training.  Which, unlike his Adopted Sister, he wasn’t exceptionally good at.  He couldn't correctly absorb Reishi which made him the dark horse in his family line.  Most had called some members of the Holiday line gunslingers and shootists, but they had been training this way for years.
Vance attended elementary school and high school doing something very specific.  He would intentionally keep himself at the higher side of the pack, but never noticeable.  He got mostly high Bs for grades simply so that his parents could ask him to do better, but in reality he was keeping himself out of the spotlight.  He had always been at that, preferring to be less noticeable than to potentially end up on top and be forced to make a lot of speeches that he had no idea on.  Vance graduated in the top fifty of his four hundred student class from high school and attended college for languages and criminal psychology, with a minor in history.
Following college graduation, Vance was hired out of Quantico by Interpol for their special investigations department.  Which was known for investigating metropolitan areas that sustained high amounts of property and violence by things that could not be explained.

Role Playing Sample:
Vance was at a bar, the only western style bar and grill he had found and was currently relaxing on the stool he had thought was rather inviting as he had gotten off. “Whiskey, with a whiskey.” He said as a joke making two different hand signs as he spoke in Japanese. He looked down the bar, the lighting was pale, as if just thinking about turning the lights all the way up had been an idea defeated long ago.

The patrons were few, in fact, none. In the distance, some ways away, Vance watched a shinigami fight a hollow via their spirit threads as the young bartender behind the bar poured him his drinks. The small watering hole was very welcoming, for a small place. A simple bar, number of exotic alcoholic beverages, and no more than the small bar and a few high tables.

The sun had gone down around the time that Vance had gotten off the school area and outside the small bar was the darkening of the world as the sun was completely gone by now. It was interesting, though, being a Quincy and watching others fight. Vance wasn’t very keen on destroying things. He could fight, but it was extremely unique and designed to confuse more than overpower. He thought about it and tilted his hat as he took a sip of the first drink placed in front of him.

It was good that Quincy had come up with using threads to gauge things. He could see incoming hollow, other things that were better off left alone. Shinigami here, shinigami there, random kid from his class that had threads of just about every spiritual race entwined with his. Some other Quincy was off near the hospital, Vance was pretty sure he couldn’t hide from that one. He had quite a large amount of reiatsu and chances were that even though Vance’s defenses he could find Vance’s spirit thread. Vance looked at the bangle on his hand before taking the second shot and ordering some food. He was quite enjoying himself for the moment.

Gunslinging quincy approved.