<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/14Awzrg.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Raphael Castiglione<br/>(Optional)<strong>WEARING:</strong>A tailored black three piece suit, black dress shirt, black tie, black dress shoes<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Elysia's penthouse, downtown Vancouver<br/><strong>TIME:</strong>July 6th | Early evening<br/><strong>CONTENT:</strong>Another guest bearing gifts for the hostess<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Elysia Genevieve Abadie,  Ken Nightshade, Roslyn Glen<br/><hr/><br/>Among the Warlocks that arrived to eat, sip, dine, mingle, and socialize was one Raphael Castiglione. He was a slender male of fair complexion with many tattoos. Many were visible upon his hands and neck where they protruded from the sleeves and neckline of his clothing. His body bore many others, but the tailored three piece suit and dress shirt - all in black - hid them from view. A reasonably tall man at some six feet and one inch in height, Raphael was not an unusual physical specimen on either end of the spectrum. He wore his platinum blond hair in a manbun, and there was heavy eyeliner about his eyes.<br/><br/>This Warlock was among the last to arrive at the party, and he easily made his way through the various Warlocks of Vancouver with a singular purpose and goal. In his hands he bore a box of polished rosewood with brass clasps and hinges. The box was not very large in and of itself, but it was suitable for several pieces of jewelry or several small accessories. It was perhaps not stupendous as any of the gifts others had brought with them in and of itself - the box was not of low quality craftsmanship but neither was it the work of an obscure master and its materials were not especially hard to come by or possessed of any unusual quality.<br/><br/>"Good evening, Gen." Raphael said warmly as he approached Elysia, favouring with her with an equally warm and friendly smile. "This is a wonderful apartment and I'm eager to join the party. I'm really quite pleased and honoured with your open invitation to our community." The Warlock told her, without a care for any conversation he might be intruding upon with others guests. He did with an easy confidence of someone who had a very high opinion of their own importance and themselves. "I brought you a housewarming gift. I do hope you'll enjoy it. They're all unique pieces."<br/><br/>With one hand at the bottom of the box, Raphael reached around to the clasp and flicked up, then opened the lid. Within the box was a velvet lining top and bottom, in black, and within rested seven distinct pieces of what looked like leather - possibly unlike any leather Gen had ever seen before. All of them had a new look and scent to them, as if recently tanned. Each of them bore a symbol (https://i.imgur.com/PiuqL8W.png), tattooed upon the leather in black ink. Raphael waited for Gen's reaction, head cocked to the side and a sly smile upon his face.