<div class="floatright">(http://img3.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120713172723/harrypotter/images/5/56/Ian_whyte.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>Deitrich Anderson</strong></span>- Appearance 2, Huge Size<br/>Dwarfing most of the others, yet still maintaining the Ventrue image in a sharp suit. The coat and pants were midnight black, while the shirt was crimson as if washed in fresh blood. When he saw the tremere in like dress, he didn't consider it entirely gauche. It was a common enough cliche among the kindred to wear such obvious colors. This was the real test. He'd been viewed with plenty of suspicion since his arrival into the city but tonight he would have to do the proper thing as demanded and introduce himself to the Prince. He had rehearsed, as one did, his speech and had brought along gifts which he left at the door. It would hardly do to bring firearms into Elysium.<br/><br/>They searched him twice, which he had gotten used to. He was on the approved list, having painstakingly made it known that he wished to observe the ancient traditions, but he was new. He was an unknown factor. In due course he entered and was simply amazed at the number held within. It was astonishing how this many could hide in the nation's capital, with no one the wiser. Where he had been before it was nearly impossible to find a primogen of each clan to come together and meet, this was on such a scale that he felt himself almost small; which was saying something at over seven feet. The sheer variety of it baffled him, there was every sort of person here. They were colored and colorless, small and large, and they ran the gamut from breathtakingly beautiful to something he'd be afraid to breathe near. This was not the old world, and it almost frightened him.<br/><br/>Deitrich stuck near the wall, not quite on it but near enough that he could put his back to it and walked a circuit of a fair portion of the room, taking in the sights before he would venture into socialization should there be a candidate in his own stratum. He didn't want to accidentally wind up talking to someone so far above his station that the harpy, whip, or whomever would take him outside and thus invalidate him. He was following the rules, and as such couldn't be overtly harmed. It was the sort of thing that he did his best to avoid at all times, being at such a disadvantage, but the enforced neutrality of Elysium would hold, he hoped.