Vincent's story goes all the way back to his brith. You may ask... what's a Dark Elf named "Vincent" doing running amok? In actuality, he was named by a Breton. After his mother gave birth to him, she passed out for a few hours. Her best friend, Aden, had to take charge of his name. She named him "Vincent", because, being a Breton, she couldn't think of a Dark Elven Name. Only the name of a Breton! His family had no objections, fortunately.
From a young age, Vincent was trained by Aden in the art of magic, and and by Karrtas in combat with a Dai-Katana. He became quite the battlemage by age 12. People would come and see him perform his excellent skills in the town, while he swung his sword swiftly, casting spells at one of Drarayne Thelas' many spare pillows. But always, she would come running out screaming that she still needed the pillow. Vincent hated that woman.
But he did not hate Balmora. He loved it there, and unfortunately, due to an increase in Blight Storms, his family had to move to Cyrodiil, the capital city of Tamriel. The journey was arduous, and it was lucky Vincent had such skills, for now he could hunt skillfully, and light campfires with magic.
When they arrived in thier new home, there was much talk of the "Nerevarine", a legendary messiah in the Tribunal Temple, who had slain Dagoth Ur and stopped the Blight Storms. His father was angered at the fact he thought the whole journey was for nothing, but Ryfyl explained to him that if they'd stayed in Morrowind for one more day, they'd have all cought a Blight Disease.
Vincent grew to 18 years of age in Cyrodiil, continuing to train with a blade and magic, until one day, returning from outside the city gates (he was practicing), he happened upon a horrible sight. Someone had stolen his family's sacred ancestor statues from thier shrine! Vincent, furious, took his blade, and headed for the Thieves Guild hall, the place where he thought they would most likely be.
As he barged in, the Thieves had his statues. He started slaughtering them, fighting them one by one. Thieves had no power in close combat. But after he killed about five of them, one of the wood elves took the small wooden sculptures and tossed them into the fireplace, destroying them.
Vincents screams could be heard throughout the city, and the guards ran into the room, arresting both the Thief and Vincent.
Vincent was thrown in the Imperial Prison, and as he sat in the dark dungeon, his soul burned, and he was burdened by his sin... his innability to save his ancestors. He vowed to someday become strong enough, and start a new bloodline for his family, and new stronger, more revered bloodline. A bloodline that would go down in history forever.
As Vincent pondered one day, he heard footsteps approaching his cell...
