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(continued)Sample roleplay: (this is from my fic, but its a good example of how I write Vincent)The night was cool, but not uncomfortable, and the crisp air felt unusually clean as it filled Vincent's lungs. The tall man strode purposely towards Seventh Heaven. He changed out of his dusty clothes, opting for a simple, black leather outfit and his hair was tied back in a loose tail. Asking the WRO guards back at the apartment, he was told that the younger brother left a while ago, heading to Tifa's bar. Vincent was slightly unnerved by the news, feeling uneasy about seeing the clone again at the very place where he saw him last. He shook that feeling off. Maybe it was a sign that he was to pick up things where they left off.He cringed as a loud roar of the rowdy bar crowd reached his ears. Frowning, he was determined to keep going, finally finding himself staring at the sign hand-painted in red letters. "Seventh Heaven".Vincent took a deep breath and pushed open the door. His eyes quickly scanned the crowd, instantly recognizing the wild red mess of Reno's hair, with Rude sitting beside him, sipping something green while listening to his partner babble. Loz was there too, nodding his head as he listened to the one-sided conversation.He was about to approach them when his eyes fell on a slender figure, partially obscured by a larger man.Vincent halted and nearly doubled over as a sharp pain in his chest all but knocked the breath out of him.There was Yazoo, straddling the lap of a man he could only guess was some grunt. His silver hair was tangled in the man's thick fingers as the man buried his tongue inside Yazoo's mouth. They broke the kiss, and Yazoo tipped his head back, allowing rough lips to violate the elegant neck.Vincent bit back a roar, letting a soft growl escape his lips instead. He clenched his fists, reeling from the sudden need for air.