<div class="floatright">(http://images.wikia.com/harrypotter/images/archive/5/56/20120713172723!Ian_whyte.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><strong>Deitrich Anderson</strong></span>- Appearance 2, Huge Size, Blush of Health<br/><br/>Taking the offered seat with all the grace he can manage, Deitrich smiles at the company and the contact. His skin is faintly warm to the touch, and the ghost of a pulse can be felt, as if his body was still not cottoning to the fact that yes, it was indeed dead.<strong>"I hail from Austria, originally, Vienna; though I was living in Amsterdam when I became as I am. My grandsire is prince therein, and upon the death of my sire he rescinded my right of domain. Being no newfound lick, if you will pardon the vulgarity, I was forced to leave. I found the connections I had made invaluable, but the devotion of my allies to be... circumspect. So I set out to come here, and the rest will soon be history."</strong>That gentle smile almost never leaves his face, save for brief instances of regret when speaking of the sad circumstances of his departure from the old country.<strong>"And of course I come bearing gifts. It is his due as prince, and his right to refuse me all hospitality even with them. I do hope he will deign to allow me remain, however, as I think we could do wondrous acts together."</strong><br/><br/>He did not dare touch them, if only because the worst mistake he could make was to gain the favor of one and lose that of all others. If they were going to toy with him like that, so be it, but he wasn't going to make his own mistakes in that regard.<strong>"On the note of which, do any of you have needs in the realm of questionable legality or availability? I should like to set myself off on the right footing."</strong>