I give *elves permission to upload this image to their gallery.

See! All that time spent doing silly meme and sketching crap finally paid off!

Anyway... this is my little Vincent. He suffers from depression, but hides it well under a shroud of violence and childishness. He's 19 years old, but a half elf, so physically and mentally he's probably a lot younger.
He was abandoned on the steps of a monastery when he was a baby and raised there, but being a half-elf in a human dominated society (and being a budding sorcerer in a society that still burned arcane spell-casts at the stake) he never fit in.
As he got older he started to have visions of the future and to notice his powers as a sorcerer. When he consulted the other boys or the monks about him, he found himself ridiculed or punished. The other boys beat him for being different (in one such incident he received the nasty scars on his face).
Eventually he was thrown out of the monastery and began living in a small hut in the forest near the monastery. He was hopeless at looking after himself though, and relied heavily upon his rat familiar Kyorli, and his only friends in the monastery, Grit (his best friend and a giant among their peers), Morton (a kid who'd left the monastery voluntarily to live in the forest), Balian (an Arab that had been an out-cast like him), Beltas (a budding Cleric) and Loui ('the golden child', the only girl ever to be raised by the monastery and favoured by the Bishop), to bring him food and supplies - though he often raided the monastery's vineyard for wine and fresh grapes.

Eventually the monastery was attacked by a band of raiding Knights of a newly rising and popular church. The Knights slaughtered all they could find on the monastery grounds, but Vincent and Grit snuck in and managed to steal two sacks of gold from the vaults.
Vincent saw his peers and once bullies being tortured to death while inside, but the two escaped without much difficulty, and Vince and his aforementioned friends set off to find their fortunes.

Almost a year has past since then and Grit and Vincent have become lovers. They're gained new friends, Han (a German Knight) and Wickton (some half-friend with a wicket sense of humor), not to mention befriending the King of Ireland and the leaders of the elite Irish army.
They've lost friends, namely Loui, who's beliefs were so contrary to their own that they parted, lest their arguments turn violent.

Grit is now a count, though Vince runs the show behind the scenes, and, wanting at heir, Grit is now preparing to marry.
Vincent and the fiance despise each other, and the only thing keeping the sorcerer from boiling her blood in her veins, is his word to Grit that he wouldn't harm her... least, not until after the first son is born...

_{here is a sticker for everyone who could be bothered reading all of that
Am gonna try and colour him with water colours today... or maybe pastels... wish me luck!}