To our Aeris and to all the other Aerises out there, happy birthday!

-- Silent House

My name is Vincent Hargrave Valentine, son of the scientist Grimorie Valentine. I am more my father's son than my mother's, in looks at least. He was a good man, and an excellent father, and we were as close as father and son could be. Instead of becoming an academic like the rest of my family, I rebelled and became a Turk. I was an excellent gunman, and still am.

One of my assignments was to protect a young scientist in a backwater town. Easy, I thought. Long story short, I ended up shot and ressurected like some sort of Lazarus. I was then experimented on. It wasn't who you think it was, or how you think it went. I also have utmost respect for Itachi and Milgram, respectively.

Yes, I really was that emo, for a time. Thirty years spent comatose in a casket can do a real number to you. I was also not involved in the demise of a certain... scientist. The canon is very off on these points.

I came here some time ago, along with Reeve. We're in a casual romantic relationship. I run the Muse Shelter here, and care for Valenhound... my canine counterpart. Life here is peaceful.

... I should really start thinking about Valentine's Day. Hmm.