<div class="floatright"><div align="center">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v140/Lockepick/Character%20Pictures/black-and-white-long-sleeves-gothic-wedding-dress_zps290d0ec7.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Vivianne Ward (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=863136)<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 48 / 48<br/><div align="center">Effects:<em>See Invis</em></div><hr/></div><br/>Vivianne narrowed her eyes at the answer about Eugene. She kept her eyes on Gareth on the topic, but it's clear she was distracted, and her facial expression wasn't meant for him. If Eugene had the same willingness to work with Vampires all those years ago, Vivianne might not have been Vivianne. She still wasn't sure if she was happy or angry about that prospect. Her internal conflict would have to wait, her head perking back up to listen to the details. She had been removed from any of the vampire politics, not even bothering to hide her interest or ignorance on it. They had already caught her asking questions that would have been obvious if she had any immersion.<br/><br/>Her eyes gazed at the three others in the room before she turned to grab a chair, spinning it so that she can sit in it. She crossed one leg over the other and draped an arm over the edge of the table, "So if the front door doesn't work, do we know a back door?" Vivianne seemed invested, though not so bold to take the foolish path once it's been pointed out, "Or are you saying they're just untouchable?"