<div class="floatleft">(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7190/6918329441_71dc17c694_s.jpg) </div><strong>Name: Todd Williams</strong><br/><strong>Race: Witch</strong><br/><strong>Location: Murphy’s Tavern </strong><br/><strong>Time: Day 1, Evening</strong><br/><strong>Tagged: Any</strong><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>She really did have a problem with Vampires Todd thought to himself. He would have to factor that into any stressful situation with Vampires, under too much stress Leona could start throwing boulders around.<br/><br/>“Talk about myself?” He leaned back and finished his coffee before waving for another. Once that had arrived he sipped at it, no doubt seeing as there where two Vampires sat next to them it had to a fake. An impish smile came over his face, shall he pull her leg, make an outrageous one up, why not?”<br/><br/>“I grew up in New Orleans, in a establishment called The Gateway to Heaven. My father worked the door mainly because he was 6 feet 4 and built like a grizzly bear. My mum was the bookkeeper of all things. It was funny but to me having a house full of young and not so young ladies having gentleman callers was quite natural.”<br/><br/>Todd smiled as if in remembrance, “I can remember Miss Thomas my teacher going red when I told her where I lived. Of course later I took some ribbing from my friends and then as we matured hints about me getting them in for a visit.”<br/><br/>He looked at Leona. “But one thing my childhood taught me was that yes they where whores, prostitutes all the names that the respectable folk called them. But they where also women with ordinary lives, hopes and fears. Taught me not to judge by labels but to see the person as they truly are.”<br/><br/>Then he waved his hand at Leona. “Now it is your turn.”<br/>