<div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sS5GEw7P6vE/TrTQiEbP-NI/AAAAAAAAA1M/ZM-3VxdEvnA/s1600/Alex+Pettyfer+00.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name: </strong>Thomas Medfield<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Gathering Room<br/><strong>Tag: </strong>Elizabeth Johnson<br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Despite his attempts not to Thomas Medfield went into the room like he owned the place, the whole thing had been quite fascinating to him, the fact that he actually lucky enough to get in here, statistically it... wasn't very likely. Maybe he did have good luck after all, he did not remember winning at anything before, everything else he had he had to work hard for, he guessed this was just the beginning, he could still end up having a miserable time here if he wasn't careful. He knew his weaknesses, mostly in the way he spoke, keeping that in mind he looked around the place to see others already talking and chatting.<br/><br/>The attractive redhead in the room instantly caught his attention. He had a nature attraction towards them, and the way she looked... observing the others was something that he would have done... had she not managed to captivate him. He approached her. "Enjoying your time here?" He asked in a rich voice. "Thomas Medfield." He said his name before offering her a hand to shake.