<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/69/61/e9/6961e9604be9b7ec6c2ab7870c98daad.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Viktor Maximoff<br/><strong>Rank: </strong>Freshmen<br/><strong>Race: </strong>Cambion<br/><strong>Classes: </strong>Infernal[Black Magic], Investigation, Combat Magic<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Moving to Dorm<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>When Viktor arrived at his loft in Athens a few nights ago and found that letter it set his hackles off. He spent half the night looking for any Knight's Templar or perhaps some detectives they had hired. He'd been enjoying his time here and had even bought some land since the economy was doing horribly. His Greek was better but it would take a few more months to be considered good enough to be native.<br/><br/>Getting some sleep he actually opened the letter in the morning after using is psychometric abilities upon it. He got no bad vibes; always an excellent sign. He decides reading it right now may be a bit too soon. For the next few days and nights he starts getting some of his affairs in order and closing off cases he happened to be working on. He isn't sure where this letter will ultimately take him but decides to pay karma forward a little now.<br/><br/>Calling up a friend he made, Niko, he leaves the building he's bought under his care with instructions to bring in as many families that have been forced to live on the streets as he can. There were eleven floors and fourteen units per floor. Free rent and utilities would allow them to regain some of their dignity. They would all praise the God who had forsaken them of course or claimed that whole 'mysterious ways' nonsense. It was just a simple good act to balance out some of the things he's had to do to survive.<br/><br/>When he was satisfied that no one was setting him up and Niko would take his apartment and do what was asked, Viktor gathered his things and read the letter finally and stepped through the infernal portal. Traversing it was not exactly a pleasant sensation. Leaving it felt like he was belched out of some demon's mouth. He slid to a stop in front of a being who called himself M'roe.<br/><br/>M'roe went on about a PDA, some magic backpack, a map and some other stuff. He was paying attention but would replay it back later. Right now he was looking for people coming after him or laying in wait. He took the Handbook of rules and after being satisfied that there was nothing amiss, nodded to M'roe.<br/><br/>Viktor had of course heard rumors of places like this; he largely dismissed them as pleasant myths. "Thank you M'roe. I'll be on my way." he told the being as he headed off to the Dorms.