<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d1/Nicodemus..png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Nicodemus Whateley<br/><strong>Faction:</strong>Grandma's Favorite (Whateley Faction)<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 3rd, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Early Evening<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Main Street<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Turning onto Main Street, Nicodemus continued his casual evening stroll, in no hurry to reach a particular destination.  One hand in the pocket of his hand crafted, tailored suit, his intense gaze drifted between the buildings, taking in the sights of Gomorras busiest street.<br/><br/>A well used door to his right opened almost in front of him, a young woman trying to push it open with her rear, her hands quite full.  Nicodemus stepped forward, pulling his hand out of his pocket and pulled the door open gently for the woman.  Turning her attention to him with a smile, she opened her mouth then closed it as she paled at the sight of Nicodemus standing so close to her.  “Uh, thanks, Mr. Whateley.”  She backed up a small step involuntarily, putting distance between the two of them.<br/><br/>His expression unchanged, Nicodemus nodded his head once.  “Good Evenin', Ma'am.”  He replied quietly a hint of a Southern accent still present though his time spent abroad tamed his accent greatly.  His eyes followed her movements as she made a quick, less than graceful escape.<br/><br/>Utterly unfazed by the encounter, Nicodemus allowed her to gain some distance before he resumed his stroll, hand returning to his pocket and gaze once again shifting between the businesses.