World of Redemption

Vincent is a man in his thirties with a wiry, tense build that seems to vibrate with a hateful energy. His piercing blue eyes are cold and devoid of empathy, often holding a look of deep-seated anger and suspicion. A scruffy, close-cropped beard does little to soften his sharp, angular features. He is most often seen in the uniform of his allegiance: a dusty white Klan robe, stained with the mud and grime of nighttime rides, worn over simple, worn denim pants and scuffed boots. A crudely sewn Confederate flag patch is prominently displayed on his right sleeve, a defiant badge of his ideology. When not robed, his civilian clothes are plain and functional, but he carries himself with an aggressive posture that makes his violent nature clear even without the hood and robes.

Vincent is a cruel, uncompromising, and deeply hateful man. His entire worldview is built on a foundation of prejudice and a fervent belief in the tenants of white supremacy. He is fiercely loyal to the Ku Klux Klan and its members, viewing them as his true brethren, but he holds nothing but contempt and suspicion for outsiders. He is quick to anger, especially when his beliefs are challenged, and he is slow to forgive any perceived slight. He sees non-white people as inherently inferior, subhuman even, and believes that violence and oppression against them are not just acceptable, but necessary. There is no nuance in his thinking, only the stark, hateful binary of his ideology. He is a man who has replaced compassion with conviction, and his soul has withered as a result.

Vincent was raised in a small, isolated community steeped in the bitter resentments of the old South and a fervent, racist ideology. From a young age, he was fed a steady diet of fear and hatred, taught to see the changing world as a direct threat to his heritage and the "purity" of the white race. He found a natural home in the local chapter of the Ku Klux Klan, joining as a young man and quickly embracing their violent cause with a zeal that impressed the elder members. He found a sense of purpose and belonging in the secret meetings, the fiery crosses, and the brutal acts of intimidation against non-white people and their allies. For Vincent, the Klan is not just a gang; it is his church, his family, and his army, and he has dedicated his life to its hateful crusade, believing every act of violence he commits is a righteous defense of his world.