Crocodile
Mister Zero
Vincent had arrived early, watching many of the others arrive aside from anyt that may have somehow beaten him there. He'd been quietly keeping to himself while watching the rest as he started to get the feeling something was up. They all seemed young... lacking the annoying habit of older Kindred like his master or what were the middle aged ones? Ancilla? Either way these people felt still fresh, still new to it all like himself. That was an odd comfort but it did make him feel a bit more safe, because it meant they were all pawns here.
Of course that could all be a lie.... One of them could be older than they seem...
That was a dreadful thought on some level, a paranoia born of a year as a Ventrue fighting for his life and clawing his way up into power structures to prove himself. The Clan was not pleasant and its obsessions with ancestry was crazy. Perhaps if he'd been born a peer it wouldn't have been as big of an issue, but instead he was just a common man having to learn such things. He supposed he was lucky he wasn't also dragged into the damn Invictus with all the vampire nobility nonsense. The Ordo at least appealred to him and his hunger to be more human again.... only better. Dracula certainly was a figure to admire if he had achieved all that, managed to defy even the sun with his power. A vampire who could walk in daylight was a power beyond measure. Something Vincent hungered for deeply for various reasons.
His introspection cut off as a woman approached him now. He was a little surprised, figuring he might come off as a bit stuffy or intimidating what with his preferred attire. His suit was a dark grey, favoring a lapel pin one might have mistake for a Labor rose only it was black. He gives a calm smile and takes her hand with his own in weclome.
"Vincent Butler, please to meet you, Viola. I don't suppose you know what's going on? I get the distinct feeling this was planned," Vincent said with a conspiratorial tone and slight grin. He was used to cloak and dagger on some level from his life before, so all of this seemed to feel familiar if still new and alien even after all his efforts to adapt.
Of course that could all be a lie.... One of them could be older than they seem...
That was a dreadful thought on some level, a paranoia born of a year as a Ventrue fighting for his life and clawing his way up into power structures to prove himself. The Clan was not pleasant and its obsessions with ancestry was crazy. Perhaps if he'd been born a peer it wouldn't have been as big of an issue, but instead he was just a common man having to learn such things. He supposed he was lucky he wasn't also dragged into the damn Invictus with all the vampire nobility nonsense. The Ordo at least appealred to him and his hunger to be more human again.... only better. Dracula certainly was a figure to admire if he had achieved all that, managed to defy even the sun with his power. A vampire who could walk in daylight was a power beyond measure. Something Vincent hungered for deeply for various reasons.
His introspection cut off as a woman approached him now. He was a little surprised, figuring he might come off as a bit stuffy or intimidating what with his preferred attire. His suit was a dark grey, favoring a lapel pin one might have mistake for a Labor rose only it was black. He gives a calm smile and takes her hand with his own in weclome.
"Vincent Butler, please to meet you, Viola. I don't suppose you know what's going on? I get the distinct feeling this was planned," Vincent said with a conspiratorial tone and slight grin. He was used to cloak and dagger on some level from his life before, so all of this seemed to feel familiar if still new and alien even after all his efforts to adapt.
