<strong>Name: William D’Arcy</strong><br/><strong>Race: Vampire.</strong><br/><strong>Gender: Male</strong><br/><strong>Age: 27</strong><br/><strong>Location: Murphy’s tavern. </strong><br/><strong>Time: Day 1, evening.</strong><br/><strong>Tagged: Elise. </strong><br/><br/>(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7067/6939320563_69fd838368_t.jpg)<br/><strong>Powers: Speed</strong><br/><br/><br/>William turned a curious look at the Vampire that had just joined them and then at the new story. A smile twitched his lips before he returned his gaze to the man. His eyes had that blank thousand-yard stare of the soldier that had seen so much and would deal with whatever happened.<br/><br/>“Murder and mayhem? If the females had been kidnapped and turned into crack whores that would indict my target.<br/>That is just not him.” William mused, “It would suggest a more savage maybe sadistic perpetrator. But as I have not been tasked with dealing with them.” He shrugged and looked back to the female Vampire.<br/><br/>“Perhaps madam, they do say that the Frenchman is a cowardly dog where as the Frenchwoman is a thing of beauty.” A glint of humor appeared in his eyes before they returned to their customary blankness. “And of course I do not have to remind you that those helping a renegade gain the same status.”<br/><br/>He glanced back and forth as they conversed in French as if he did not understand. For now he would give the impression that he only spoke English. “Are there more of our kind in the town that I may question?”<br/>