<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Y5s6p5S.png)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Victory</span></strong>(http://link to the post with your character's sheet)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>21/21;<strong>AC</strong>15;<strong>Initiative:</strong>+2;<strong>Saves:</strong>Str +0, Dex +2, Con +1, Int +7, Wis +2, Cha +2;<strong>Resistances:</strong>Fire Damage;<br/><strong>Senses:</strong>Darkvision 120, Shadow Sense 60;<strong>Passive Perception</strong>10,<strong>Passive Insight</strong>10,<strong>Passive Investigation</strong>15<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Find Familiar active - Celestial Owl Isabella is outside keeping watch; Mage Armor<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong>Everyone<br/><hr/><hr/><br/><br/>Victory's lips quirk behind his cup at Darc's comment on name length. Indeed, Victory's full name is quite a bit longer too. A glance at the Baroness has him wondering a bit at the 'daunting' comment. Was that why Wynne ran, he wonders. The relationship does not seem strained, per se, but from the outside it is passing strange. Admittedly, Victor's own childhood was more than a bit unusual, perhaps he has no right to judge.<br/><br/>And yet it may be important. All these little bits of information, tied together, form the weave of a person. If he can but pluck it... Darc announcing his attention to dance pulls his head from his plotting, and he raises a brow. Somehow he doubts the man's style of dance is similar to that of the noble's; similarly, he doubts the elf cares. "A friend of yours?" Vic inquires, nodding at the elf that is seemingly paying a severe amount of attention towards Darc. It is nearly enough to make him frown, and he returns the favor--while she looks at Darc, Vic looks at her and her group, making doubly sure to memorize their faces as well as any symbols he sees for later identification. Someone so focused on one of his without reason seems an ill omen, and Victor will not allow anything to spoil this night.<br/><br/>Should she look at Vic, he would offer a smile. It is not a nice one; it is warning made manifest, more baring of teeth akin to baring of steel. Perhaps enemies should not be made needlessly, yet he cannot help but feel discomforted by her presence. Regardless, the other groups are just as liable to get in their way or be enemies in truth. It is better to air grievances now rather than later, so they know what to look for. Should that require he goading her into action, so be it.<br/><br/>Nach attempting to drink with the cup clearly made for humans has him smothering an oddly fond smile. It is easy to look at the man and think of how strange it must be, to be sitting in these lands among these people. At times Victor feels it too, no matter his upbringing it was not... quite this. Idly, he makes a note to acquire a cup that would better suit the man's features. Should a servant come by he would inquire, but in the interim he merely keeps it in the back of his head. "No? I wouldn't have guessed." Victor banters back, eyeing the half-orc's attire with curiosity. "There is a rhythm to it that can be enjoyable." He concedes, leaning closer as if sharing a wicked secret. "Though I prefer to do much of my<em>dancing</em>without such a large audience." There's the tease, there, rarely far from his tone; twisting a word to laden it with innuendo. "I will admit it is tempting to join Darc." The Tiefling muses, glancing off towards the floor. All those nobles to mingle amongst, such information almost hovering at his fingertips--that is the true dance of places like this.<br/><br/>"A bold answer, I look forward to seeing you in action." Victor responds, smiling at Nach. "In many ways we are similar, you and I." A thought he will come back to shortly, as he listens to Sarek and Wynne discuss matters. To Sarek, he shrugs fluidly. "I can play, it is true, but I shall admit for getting to<em>know</em>someone I prefer things a bit more visceral than cerebral. Though a good time can be had with either, I find Dragonchess merely teaches you how someone thinks in a game, not the core of who they are." He peers over his cup at Sarek, a lazy smile on his lips. What is at the core of Sarek, he wonders. Something he looks forward to finding out. Of all those around him Sarek is in many ways the most vague, something both frustrating and thrilling.<br/><br/>"Opportunities. An ambitious answer, though not one without merit. Perhaps you and I shall get along quite well indeed." For is it not his own ambitions that has seen him here, both known and unknown? A glance at Nach has him answering as well, though he smiles first at Arawn. "Should you not know already, my Knight?" He teases. "In a way my reasoning is both challenge and opportunity. I seek to master magic, to learn and grow my craft. A new, unconquered land, rife with history... The Lines below must be a masterwork, and I intend to bind them to myself. Likely at great difficulty." An answer both wholly true, and yet not the whole truth. Not even Arawn knows<em>that</em>. But it fits for who he presents himself as. "'Without doubt Wizards become great when they overcome the difficulties and obstacles by which they are confronted.'" He quotes, changing--mangling, really--the meaning to suit his purpose. The latter half of the quote has no place at this table, no matter how accurate.<br/><br/>Wynne's answers are... typical of Wynne, if Victor is honest. Even from those few days he knew the man, the stories he shared were enough to tell him such. "Fitting in has a time and a place, but in many ways this ball is in our honor." Not to say that Victory himself is liable to do anything to blatantly snub the nobles without due cause, but if Nach wishes to dance as he pleases? Calculating eyes glance around the room, and he ponders. At worst, it will make them underestimate the party, he decides. Though not as racist as other lands, somehow he suspects the nobles will not be inclined to view Nach or Victor's types as their equal just yet.<br/><br/>Godwine's reasoning is... simple, even naive. But there is something worthwhile in that simplicity. To have a home, to have land. Victor has not had a home in years, at this point; he is not altogether positive he will have one again. There is something odd about the human, even other than the hair. He shall have to keep close watch on him. A thankfully easy task, considering his appearance. Easy both on the eyes and to keep track of.<br/><br/>Victor's desires are legion, and his plans centuries out from fruition. For now, he is content. He watches, he waits. He wishes to dance and mingle, to speak to his companions one on one, to get away from this room. But for now, paranoia stays his hand. Until the elf woman staring so unnervingly is proven friend or foe, he shan't move from the table.