VAMPCON THE FIRST, POST THREE Location : [the Uroc] [LOCKED TO VAMPIRES]

[deadmanbrucolac]

((OOC: Hey guys! Here's a post for after everyone gets coralled into one room, so that we can start actually...doing a thing. Consider this post your opportunity for everyone to introduce themselves, and for conversation to happen in reaction to that. And for bitching that their evenings have been interrupted.))After the vampires are all assembled

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[faderbroderson]

"My name is Godric," he begins simply, still and at perfect ease with all eyes on him. "I was Sheriff of my area for nearly a century before I found myself in Taxon. If necessary, or if any of you are curious, I can explain precisely what that means, once introductions are over."

He looks to Eric to continue. They can go in a circle.

[fogdar]

Taking his cue from Godric, Eric nods, addressing the gathering. "My name is Eric Northman. Like Godric, I too was Sheriff of my area before I was brought here."

That will probably suffice for now, so he passes the metaphorical baton to the next in the circle, with a look.

[levilup]

Levi's turn. Eric finishes, and Levi sighs, looking slightly peeved at having to be there. He's got a hand resting on Shane's lower back, almost possessively, like he's just waiting for someone to come up and proposition the shorter vampire. But he'll introduce himself.

"Levi Blakely," He says. "I used to... run a club, of sorts, back home." Kind of. Next.

[shaneonyou]

Shane glances at the ceiling when Levi speaks, able to hear the peevishness in his voice. He gives him a pat on the shoulder, and when it's his turn to speak, he has a godawful flashback to when they used to do this in school. Eurgh.

"Shane Hayes," he says with a half-grin and a nod. "Aaaand... I helped." He glances at the person next to him, intentionally trying not to come off as young as he is.

He's curious about what Godric and Eric mean by 'Sheriff', but as directed, he'll wait.

[a_pretty_fire]

In her world, Drusilla had lived a life of bloodthirsty decadence. She'd traveled the world with Darla and Angelus before taking off with Spike, and they'd spent every year sampling the best - and worst - that the world could offer.

Although it made her heart, such as it was, thrill to think of such memories, it didn't really count as a job. She didn't know how to introduce herself and glanced, almost involuntarily, at the Angel Beast. He wasn't the only reason she'd decided to intend - she'd been curious, terribly curious, about the other vampires - but his presence shone like a beacon in a ship that was already rather bright.

"Drusilla. I used to be a princess." But she had fallen from grace when she had fallen in with the Slayer.

[fireburned]

Harvestman is not sitting down. He stands by the window, arms folded, staring out at the moonlight. This makes it obvious that he's the one who had to get his ass dragged here, but he doesn't care. He's playing with his dogtags in one hand - one side charred by fire, the other side marred to a point where only the inscription that identified him as a member of the US Army could be read.

"Harvestman." It's all he's willing to offer. He's tempted to add I used to be alive, but he'd rather get out of this meeting in one piece. He's barely able to stand being here as it is. That also meant excluded what he did, as a vampire, for a living - sell out his kind and others to the ones who Hunted them.

He has a feeling that wouldn't go over very well.