A tall figure clad in black walks down the silent night streets of the new city. D'Artimus Rae, standing at 6'6'', walks in smooth, quiet strides down the sidewalk, his glacier ice blue eyes scanning the streets and buildings from under the rim of his black fedora. A tailored kevlar-lined black leather trench coat covers his upper body, along with a fitted black t-shirt. fitted black leather pants cover his long legs. heavy black leather combat boots cover his feet, making not a sound on the pavement as he walks. Long, flowing black hair sways slightly in the wind as he walks, reaching down to his waist if he were to stand still a moment. his overall build was that of a surfer or skater; lean muscle hiding his true strength.<br/><br/>D'Artimus comes across a bar, and having decided he was thirsty after his travels, steps inside. The tall man walks into the building and sits silently at the bar. he reaches into his pocket and pulls some bills from it, catching the attention of the bar-tender. "Vodka and Red Bull please..." the tall man asks as he takes off his fedora and sets it on the bar. once his drink is made and set before him, he slides a bill towards the tender, who arches an eyebrow, but says no more, walking away.<br/><br/>Drink in hand, the kindred pulls a clove from his coat and lights it, inhaling deeply of the pale gray/blue smoke as he turns to lean back against the bar, his eyes once more scanning the patrons of the bar, wondering if there were any of interest in this new city. he would see shortly, he hoped.