<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/mFiHWuV.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Thomas Smith</strong></span><br/><strong>Location:</strong><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><br/><div class="floatleft"><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Sheet (http://sheetgen.dalines.net/sheet/26330)</strong><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Willpower</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong></strong></td><td><strong></strong></td><td><strong></strong></td><td><strong></strong></td><td><strong></strong></td></tr><tr><td><strong>Mana</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong>[X]</strong></td><td><strong>[ ]</strong></td><td><strong>[ ]</strong></td><td><strong>[ ]</strong></td></tr><tr><td><strong>Health</strong></td><td><strong>[ ]</strong></td><td><strong>[ ]</strong></td><td><strong>[ ]</strong></td><td><strong>[ ]</strong></td><td><strong>[ ]</strong></td><td><strong>[ ]</strong></td><td><strong>[ ]</strong></td><td><strong></strong></td><td><strong></strong></td><td><strong></strong></td></tr></tbody></table><strong>Current Effects:</strong><br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li><em>Third Eye (M:tA pg 206) - Mage Sight</em></li></ul></div></div></div><hr/><br/>Thankfully Thomas's practice remained small.  It meant a number of things, not least among them being his excess of free time to attend Consillium functions and performing some of his other important duties.  A Guardian, after all, couldn't be one that had duties more important than the Veil.  Of course, one couldn't complain when they were being inconvenienced by being invited to a symphony at the local orchestra hall...<br/><br/>The Guardian arrived later than many others, having taken his time in getting to the meeting.  When he did arrive he seemed not to pay much mind to the others that were gathered, and instead headed directly to where the snacks were.  He appeared to have finished a long day of work, the rough stubble well past a five-o-clock shadow, his shoulders slumped by the proverbial weight of the world, shirt wrinkled faintly with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.  What little gray was hidden within his hair was easily overshadowed by the straw-like color of his short, blonde hair.  Despite this, a youthful vigor in his pale blue eyes reignited as he snatched some of the small snacks that were provided, tossing one up into the air to catch it in his mouth before finding his way to a seat.<br/><br/>As semi-professional as he seemed, he also seemed scarcely bothered by the strange appearance of any of the other attendees, Jennie included.  He sat down nearby, somewhere between Jennie and the two men conversing with one another.  While happily chewing he retrieved a small pad of paper from his pocket as well as a pen.<br/><br/>"Wonder what they've got in store for us tonight--aside from the free food and concert of course..." he mused to himself.