<div class="floatright">(http://i220.photobucket.com/albums/dd220/KevynsMom/GothGuy.jpg)<br/><strong>Name:</strong> Amilcar de Soto<br/><strong>Species:</strong> Revenant<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Redemption<br/><strong>Summary:</strong> Pulling his hand back from<br/>the kitty and offering his help<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Anyala, Shred, River</div><br/>If he could have gotten paler, Amilcar would have gone a few shades lighter. His eyes went huge, he pulled his hand back, and stepped back a few paces. "Are you sure?" he asked, pretending to at least have no fear in the face of something that could breath fire, in theory anyway. He had worked with hellbeasts before, and none of them had ever breathed fire. Never hurt to be safe, though. "Nice kitty..."<br/><br/>Amilcar turned to investigate the blonde when everyone's attention seemed to land on her. She was pretty. Young, definitely young, but pretty. He felt some sort of force near her, but he hadn't experienced an aura like that for centuries, but it was familiar to him. He just couldn't place it... Still, the revenant pushed it out of his mind for the time being. If it meant slinging spells instead of stodgy politics, he would be interested in whatever was going on. "Count me in as well," he told River after the Hekla and the blonde had spoken up. "I'm sure having a warlock on this little team wouldn't go amiss."<br/><br/>Of course, being Amilcar, he took the opportunity to give the Hekla woman a once-over. He had to admit a certain affinity for woman warriors, even if they were in league with Anyanka. He sort of had a beef with Vengeance Demons. Why couldn't they just become revenants like normal people?