<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: tahoma;">A rather charming man (http://i216.photobucket.com/albums/cc69/avicela/Miscellaneous%20Characters/Jack.png) dressed in a finely tailor black suit, top hat, and cane waltz into the room. The crowd parted knowing who this particular individual was while he continued to dance along the polished marble floors of the foyer in order to greet the few guests that had showed. A few ladies of court were standing near the eastern wall took up their lavish fans and hastily attempted to cool their warming bodies. Oh yes, they knew him especially and the mysterious man flash them a charming smile and a wink to make them swoon. Mortal, Immortal; Man, Woman, Creature... each and everyone of them knew of the dark tale that followed this man and his legacy.  <br/><br/>"Come away O'Child of the Night at the Bells call," he began while giving the entire room a low bow, his nose almost reaching towards the floor. Such a curious fellow for being such a dark soul. "And Thee shall take flight into the halls of flesh and delight, where dead hearts once again come alight," he rejoiced to the room with arms spread wide in a most welcoming gesture. Out of the corner of his eye, the odd man spotted the lovely Lady Abigail, witch extraordinaire, and grinned something wicked. "With mask upon your visage you sin in the mortal lust of men and of kin," he carried on while plucking up a rather stunning mask glittering with gold and jewels which had been set in ivory. <br/><br/>"Until there remains that ever present grin," he yet continued to recite the poem which was sent to all monsters, creatures, and persons abnormal while running a finger along his throat as if it were a knife to slice open his neck in a Chelsea smile. He arrived at the lovely lady and bowed his head slightly before her for a moment and then rose to place that extravagant mask upon her nose. "And from there it only begins".<br/><br/>He was silent for a moment before turning around in that grand gesture—arms wide spread again while his cape whirled in a dark mass of heavy fabric behind him. <br/><br/>"Welcome to the All Hallows Eve Monsters Ball!"<br/><br/>It wasn't too much longer before the man noticed the notorious and devious creature known as Xenolord. The Greeter headed over to his direction, removing his top hand and procured another mask from inside as if nothing more than a silly magician. "Ah, good evening My Lord. The Lady is pleased to see that you have arrived and is most grateful of your presence this evening. If you ever a need or want for anything tonight, make your request known and all your desires shall come true," he said before offering the ball mask to the Arachnid Lord.  </span>