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Everyone knows that Lina Velenosa died in the company of her cousin Vincenzo. Everyone knows the story. The young, beautiful Princess brutally stabbed, her cousin, Prince Vincenzo mute and bloody, cradling her form. Suspicion fell to him, of course it did -- there was no one else seen anywhere near by. Who else could it have been? Odd, certainly that no murder weapon was ever found, though the guards combed the area more times than they could count. Still, the preponderance of evidence was against him, and Vincenzo Velenosa was a Prince no more. In the ten years since, he's found his way becoming a purveyor of fine couture. He'd always had a way of putting things together and with several years apprenticeship under his belt he's starting to make a name for himself. Vincenzo Villente, tailor extraordinaire. He has finally scraped enough together to open up his own shop in Arx.

Tall, angular and lean, this bronzed skin young man is handsome, there is no denying that. Dark hair is swept back, the sides clipped close, though it is left long on top, a curl or two perpetually falling over his eyes. Probably his most arresting feature, his eyes are a startlingly bright blue, though the centers are a mix of green and gold. His nose is long and well centered over a generous mouth, hints of a dimple glimpsed through a layer of stubble. His body is lean, his frame more agile than muscular and he stands taller than most.

There is a bravado to this young man, a glib, quippy exterior that thoroughly masks anything true or real about him. He opperates on the surface level alone, though there is a sense of deep waters churning unseen below it. For all his jovial banter, and really, there never seems to be an end to it, there is something darker that feeds it, a wariness that never leaves him.