<div class="floatleft">(http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/n534/MaidensElf/imagesqtbnANd9GcTHq2nZ0e5GFwFvau4YvMh6ayAGPBsjKwC5cV3RqPAXCqfGywfVtg.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Renair Malcovian (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132613.msg5898525#msg5898525)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Murphy’s Tavern<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Day 1, evening<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Elise, William<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Renair listened to the chastising the beautiful vampire gave him but only rolled his eyes in response. Why would he care if he gave the old woman a heart attack? Besides he never once glanced at the television so how could she know what his private smile was about? He watches as she helps the clearly distraught older woman then returns to her seat on the window sill. He is just about to stand and make his way over to her but the knight makes his way over first. Renair had not paid attention to what this old vampire had discussed with the old woman but now listens he speaks to the female. When William makes his introduction and mentions the justicar Renair’s smile vanishes and his eyes narrow. The knight is looking for a renegade vampire and for an instant Renair fears that it may be him, but then realizes that he cannot be the one being sought because the justicar would have certainly recognized him if it were his image in the photo. That moment of fear though brings to mind that he has been using the name Renair Malcovian for close to half a century and it would not hurt to choose a new one.<br/><br/>Renair’s eyes kind of lose focus as he thinks about what name he will use for a while. The name Philippe Sinclair comes to his mind and he thinks it has a nice ring to so he decides that when it comes time to introduce himself that will be the name he gives. Having made his decision he reaches into a pocket and pulls out smart phone and pleased to see that despite the small size of this out of the way town he has a good strong signal. Using the internet he sets things into motion for his change in identity. The change really is not all that difficult as for the most part he uses various different names to manage his assets so even if those in authority discovered his current alias he could not be tracked via the information super highway. One of the main things he does though email a contact that specializes in establishing new identities complete with proper forms documentation and fairly in depth back ground. Within two days he should have everything he needs to officially be Philippe Sinclair.<br/><br/>With that bit of business out of the way a small mischievous grin slightly curls the corners of his mouth up as he decides to have a bit of fun with this Justicar William D’Arcy. He stands from his table and walks to the window where the two vampires are setting. After taking a moment to examine the photo on the sill he looks at the former knight putting a very convincing look of concern and real interest on his face. Besides being smart about being a rogue he also has developed quite a gift for deception. How else could he have survived for nearly 13 centuries as a rogue and a true monster, a plague on humanity? ”Sorry to interrupt but I could not help over hearing. I have not seen the one you seek having just arrived in town this evening myself, however I may have a suggestion to help in your search. He again looks at the photo memorizing the face. While a vampire with an attitude like the one pictured may have made for an excellent follower he has already made too many mistakes and drawn too much attention. Therefore Philippe wants to make sure not to recruit him and should the opportunity arise gladly turn in this rogue to William. He looks up and back towards the television with the news story of the murder at the Lindon farm. ”I’m sure a town as small as this does not have very many murders. Could your rogue have anything to do with that? If I were an investigator I think that I would start looking there.”<br/><br/>Without missing a beat Philippe turns his attention to the beautiful lace clad vampire and gives her a small bow again touching the silver handle of his walking stick to the brim of his top hat a charming smile on his face. ” Je suis Philippe c'est un plaisir ma dame. Pourrais-je avoir votre nom?”*<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">*<em> I am Philippe it is a pleasure my lady. Might I have your name?</em></span>