Childlike - Predatory - Courteous
Impetuous - Jovial - Shameless
Fickle - Distant - Serene

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      The Vicar is a man of little faith and substantial pleasure. He hides himself well enough behind a gentlemanly presentation— always polite, always smiling. Optimistic to a fault. Not one to proselytize, or even bring up religion unless he’s trying to make a point. A man made harmless by projected innocence and an almost childlike wonder for the world. Almost stupid, in his clumsy, happy ways. The Vicar always takes the time to stop and smell the roses, to admire the dew, to steal a petal.

    Unfortunately, it takes little to release his inner libertine. A slave to his whims of comfort and fancy, Gillean Vigor has shaky morals and absolutely no shame. He sheds guilt and embarrassment like water off a duck’s back, caring little for the people he hurts until the consequences are made evident. The man obviously has trouble inhibiting himself— if he’s hungry he eats, if he’s tired he sleeps, and if he wants to sleep with your wife… well, it’s not really his fault, is it? The fact that Mr. Vigor hasn’t gotten his shit kicked in yet is proof enough of God’s eternal mercy.

    Gillean fears commitment like the beaten cur fears a hand. There’s a constant, almost pitiable craving for intimacy, but as soon as things get serious, he becomes aggressive or withdrawn.

    Anything emotionally heavier than mid-day tea will set the man at war with himself. (That inner conflict doesn’t extend to other people’s problems though. His empathy extends only as far as his dick does.)