Walking through the picturesque streets of Cardinal Hill, you find Vincent Sullivan, the 30 year old Barber at Main Street Barber Shop originally from Branson, MO. Living alongside them in such a small town, you know that they're resourceful and stubborn, but what you might not know is that they are a human, and that theyâre hiding somethingâŠÂ â Christian Bale, bisexual, cis-male, and he/him.
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Name: Vincent Roy Sullivan
Alias: Vince
Gender/Pronouns: Cis male, He/Him
Age: 30
Date of Birth: 12/03
Big Three: *please let me compute this later*
Height: 6â0â
Hometown: Branson, Missouri, USA
Time in CH: 5 years
Occupation: Barber
Family: N/A
Friends: N/A
Relationship Status: Single
Sexuality: Bisexual (heâs in a glass closet but doesnât even know it yet,)
Other Relationships: N/A
Character Inspiration: Kayce Dutten - Yellowstone, Llewelyn Moss - No Country for Old Men, Johnny Cash
Biography
Vincent Roy Sullivan was born and raised in Branson, Missouri. A town where two things were certain: music and God. Highway 76â a Testament to both. Heâs the middle son of a working-class Irish-American family. His father, a hardworking mechanic who believed in discipline and hard work. And of course, always keeping emotions locked away. While his mother, a devout and soft spoken school teacher, tried to keep the household in place with obedience and prayer.
The Sullivan brothers. Three boys with more wildness in them than rigorous discipline could ever break, were raised on bloody knuckles, never ending summer nights and the permanent itch of escaping their small town.
His older brother was, stereotypically, the responsible one. Obedient one. The one who always followed the rules. The one their father trusted to take over the family business. His younger brother was forever restless, a careless dreamer with a sharp tongue. Always talking about leaving and never looking back. And Vincent? He was somewhere in between worlds. Quick with his wit, charming when he wanted to be but still not quite satisfied with what life had handed him.
The Sullivan household wasnât unloving. But it was the kind of place where love needed to be proven. Where love was shown rather than spoken. Their fathers approval was measured in head nods and silence rather than praise. Then there was mothers love. Though boundless, often too many times had been whispered only in the quiet moments between arguments.
Teenage Years and Beyond
Vincent always had been good with his hands. When he wasnât attempting to help his father in the shop, he was fixing things. Bikes, radios, split knuckles. But what he had a real natural talent for wasâ cutting hair. A skill he picked up from his mother, after watching her trim nearly every head in their parish at the kitchen table. It became a side hustle, one that earned him some pocket change. Pocket change he didnât need but thought suited him nonetheless.
He had a particular knack for getting into a particular kind of trouble. Not the kind that got you locked up, the kind that got you a reputation. Vince, always quick with a smile but even quicker with a sharp word or a well placed punch⊠when the moment called for it. People liked him, but they could never quite trust him. Back then, he liked it that way.
And then there were the nights. Endless summer nights where the air smelled of gasoline and kicked-up dust. Where his friends all sat on the hoods of their cars, drinking malt liquor and staring out at the dark horizon. Wondering what else could be out there.
He knew there had to be something else. Branson had felt all too small for him. The town had its charm of course but for a boy like Vincentâ bright-eyes, restless, ambitious. Always looking for something more⊠it felt like a dead end road. His younger brother always talked a big talk about leaving and heading west. Surely, to find something better. Vincent listened; half believing it, also half knowing that some people never really leave a place like Branson.
He wasnât really sure what he wanted, but he knew it wasnât this. Perfectly placed pillows and smiles, church every Sunday.
When Vincent turned 18 he left Branson with nothing but a duffel bag, a straight razor and a head full of dreams. The road became his home. He made himself familiar with long stretches of asphalt, dirty bus stations and nameless diners. It didnât take him long to learn that survival was a skill and he was good at it. He didnât have any real destination in mind, just the knowledge that he couldnât stay. The road, ever wide and sometimes empty, decided where heâd go next.
For years â he drifted. Big cities, small towns, places that didnât even have names. He passed through them all. Never staying too long in one place. Vincent kept his belly full and his path fruitful by doing what he did best. Some towns needed a barber, that he could do. Others needed bartenders, and he was great at picking up instructions. Quickly, he learned they were pretty similar jobs. Both needed an easy smile and the ability to read people before they even sat down.
In the Midwest, he picked up shifts at dive bars, where he poured drinks for men who looked like theyâd been running far longer than he had. Down south, he worked for an old barber who didnât ask many questions and paid in cash. When he first made it out West, he worked in a fancy shop with giant windows and expensive leather chairs. The big city men liked the way he could clean them up good without making them look like they tried too hard.
He never stayed long, never made promises. The road had a certain rhythm to it that he liked. He could be anyone and go anywhere. But there were some nights, where the world was too quiet and the neon signs flickered just right, something in the air would shift. A whisper of a memory. The feeling that no matter how many miles were between him and the past, it would find him anyways. What was the point? At this point in his life.
By the time he reached Cardinal Hill; Vincent was tired. In his bones. In a way that made the thought of leaving again feel heavier than the thought of just staying. Tucked away in the trees, he found work in the local barber shop and settled into a routine. For the first time in years, heâs let himself believe he might be done running.
Headcannons
Despite enjoying the quiet of sleeping under the stars in the past, Vincent canât sleep in silence now. He always needs a record playing or the fan on.
No matter how late heâs stayed up, he rises early every morning.
Vincent can danceâ but he only knows how to Waltz. His mother insisted all the boys learn. He pretends itâs stupid but really he remembers every step.
When life gets too overwhelming, sometimes heâll just sit outside and watch the stars.
While not religious anymore, Vincent still carries a rosary around in his pocket at all times.
He also carries a lighter in his pocket even though he quit smoking 3 years ago.
{I will add more to this later as they come to me}
Wanted Connections
current friends: drinking buddies, chess partners, anything in between.
old friends from the road: someone he met on the open road. Maybe they ran scams together. Or maybe they just shared too many bottles and stories under flickering gas station lights.
shop regulars and newcomers: maybe they come in for a monthly trim and stay way past their appointment time, chatting the day away or maybe theyâre new and not into small talk.
neighbors: Vincent lives in a modest trailer in the trailer park. Heâd be a great neighbor, trying to get everyone together for dinner or just to shoot the shit.
ex lovers: someone from Branson, his path around the country or Cardinal Hill, this can range from casual flings to high school sweethearts.
current lovers: self explanatory, open to fwb, casual flings, unrequited love, crushes or a real relationship but for the latter I would prefer we see if thereâs chemistry present.
enemies/frenemies; Vincent is a bit of a chatty Cathy and sometimes he doesnât know when to shut his mouth, especially when heâs drinking. So it wouldnât be surprising if heâs made a few people dislike him or vice versa.
Older Brother: The Golden Boy (open)
Younger Brother: The Dreamer (open)
feel free to approach me with any ideas you may have !
