<div class="floatright">(http://img3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120713172723/harrypotter/images/5/56/Ian_whyte.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><strong>Deitrich Anderson</strong></span>- Appearance 2, Huge Size<br/>Having spent a minute or five walking around and looking bewildered, he saw a table with more beautiful women per capita than most of the room. He decided that at worst case, he could turn on the old world charm and turn a potential embarassment into an opportunity to make new... acquaintances. Walking up with as little bravado as he can manage, trying to look gentle rather than towering, he smiles and asks in a heavy accent which could be mistaken for any of a number of European or former Soviet countries,<strong>"Please excuse me, but I need to introduce myself. I am Deitrich Anderson, Clan Ventrue, and I must present myself to the Prince. Might you tell me where my Primogen is, or the best person to speak to regarding presentation? I... do not wish to show further disrespect."</strong>Doing his best to not place his foot more solidly into his own mouth, he tried to maintain the smile he had going before he spoke. It was a practiced look and he pulled it off well, but there was always something in this sort of society when you had to approach people with the power to have you destroyed with a word.<br/><br/>Thankfully, the beauty of these women was the least of his concerns. The room's inhabitants had many such a pleasing frame, though they were certainly no slouches. With the exception of the nosferatu corner you couldn't throw a rock without hitting one or two people whose beauty would cause the everyday public to stop in the street, it was desensitizing even in the brief time he'd been here in their presence. His hands did not fidget, in fact his stillness would be almost unnatural in living company. The urge to breathe if only to exhale slowly almost took him. It was stressful enough being in a room of predators, but the worst were those who hid their claws.