<strong>GM Post</strong><br/><br/>After all of the introductions, as interesting as some were - in which the Bishop almost burst out in laughter at the poor pathetic little Pander. Half the room likely could cream him into a soupy mass of blood and flesh if they even had the slightest inclination. Shrugging the idea off like a drop of water sliding down a perfectly vertical wall, she peered at each one of the soon to be pack mates, investigating them each for herself.<br/><br/>She ignored the Pander, already having made up her mind about him. The Nosferatu was very interesting. Tall was her first impression. Even hunched over he was quite impressive in stature. She wondered if he was strong. Being tall didn't necessarily bring any advantage lest strength was there to back it up with; otherwise he would fall like an old tree in a fierce wind.<br/><br/>Moving her eyes next to the Gangrel, she smirked at how small the mouse vampire was; a striking contrast to that of the Ugly vampire. Though she was a mouse, the Bishop knew the ferocity contained within. Gangrel were beasts, as close as they got without succumbing to the true beast or being putrid Werewolves. A cute ferocious cuddly mouse perhaps? The smirk widened a moment at the thought. Karma would be interesting to observe.<br/><br/>Next she jumped over several vamps to peer at the pretty yet plain vampire. Gazing at her a moment she looked past the jeans and T-shirt and decided the vampire was a pervert. A smart pervert... She didn't flaunt her excessive ways in the faces of more conservative compatriots. Interesting. Part of the Bishop really wondered, though, if she was Toreador or just a gorgeous Brujah. Abruptly she broke off the stare and shrugged her shoulders, no matter, she thought. In time her clan heritage would come about proving the Bishop right or wrong.<br/><br/>The twp Lasombra were as to be expected, the younger male though seemed fresh, ripe, stinking of his Human days not so long past. He would get over them, learn to embrace the dark arts the Lasombra so valued and grow into his life as a vampire. The female was already embracing it and stank less of Humanity. Nothing else really caught her interest and so she moved on.<br/><br/>"Hmm," she breathed, as she grew bored of examining young Sabbat, not yet old enough to be fully rid of their useless Humanity. Thankfully she had looked at them all, not that it mattered though. If she chose to ignore someone, what would they do? Complain?<br/><br/>"Well, well, well, well. Now we all know one another. As vague as you all were." She commented dryly, flippantly raising her hand for not much reason. "Do any of you have anything extra to say? Otherwise we shall commence with the Vaulderie before I will reveal any morsels of why you have been brought together."