|Hair Color||Obsidian Black|
|Eye Color||Light Brown|
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This man looks as if he needs to be force-fed a feast or three. Standing five and a half feet tall, his is thin, gaunt, and rather sickly looking. His light brown eyes, however, tell another story, one of life and determination. His black hair is neathly groomed then pulled back from his face. A strong jawline is very present, though it doesn't fully distract from the hollowness of his cheeks. His smile, when it appears, is one that can light up a room.
Quiet and reserved might be the easiest way to describe him, particularly if one hasn't had the chance to get to know him well. In truth, he only appears that way on account of his naturally cautious mindset. Those that get to know him better, though, will find that he is friendly and kind, if not the bravest sould they've ever met.
Irkucist was born to Coutn Aracelis Vinci of Stormchaser and Countess-Consort Lasandra Vinci on a stormy summer day. They were more than pleased to have a son they could call heir... it was a shame that, even at an early age, Irkucist was constantly ill. He managed to make it through childhood, though, perhaps in part due to the Thraxian blood coursing through his veins.
Since too much physical exertion tended to make him sick, he had a habit of hiding in the libraries and conducting research from a young age. His sickness was, thankfully, limited only to his body, and had no effect on his mind. As he grew older, he grew more and more determined to become a scholar, before finally travelling to Arx in pursuit of that dream.