Childlike - Provocative - Volatile

Devoted - Playful - Smug

Shameless - Gullible - Compulsive

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    A viciously unpleasant “man of God” with little self-control and an all-consuming need for attention— Gillean Vigor is a motherfucker first and foremost, and good God, is he proud of that. Flaunts it like a Fendi purse, provocative and all-enthralling, a libertine in clergy rags who seems altogether too eager to shake your hand, learn your name, get right up close and personal in your face. With a child’s obsession for games mental, physical, and most of all conversational— there hardly goes a single interaction in which the fair Vicar has not tested your boundaries, your morals, and/or your sanity. More than anything, he loves a person who can play along.

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    Swinging his surely gargantuan dick wide enough that the centrifugal force could throw a “lesser” man off-balance, Gillean swaggers through life, a slave to his whims of comfort and fancy. Of course, it’s not all bad! Genuine when he needs to be, demure when he doesn’t— a fleck of odd repression here, a sense of something, someone greater there. For all he craves to be hated, there is something tender, grossly innocent, bubbling just beneath the wound. The Vicar, manchild that he is, really does ache for absolution. Whether that’s a real point in his holy favor— or just another point of manipulation— is best left to viewer discretion!

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    Not personality disorder, but inner conflict satirized and exemplified, blown up into a frightening caricature of which the subject can only gasp and scream “Not me! Not me! That’s not me!” If Gillean could see himself, he’d probably revolt. As it were, however, the Vicar has the gloating self-awareness of a decomposing squirrel, and so must rely on other people for the basis of his self-impression. Fanatically loyal to people that choose him, distant, impenetrable, barbed-wire slick to people that don’t. A man so fervently wrapped up within himself— all in all, “massive cunt” is a kindly subtle understatement.