[center][h1][b][u][color=#ff0000]Roth the Red[/color][/u][/b][/h1]
[h1][b][u][color=#ff0000]Nosferatu[/color][/u][/b][/h1]
[img]http://i.imgur.com/sCTq69d.jpg?1[/img]
[b][u]Location:[/u][/b] London HQ
[b][u]Interacting With:[/u][/b] Anyone who responds  [/center]

Peering through circular sunglasses, the man stood ominously within the elevator as it arose to Roth's destination. Years had passed since Roth's first time in England. Of course, this was merely his second time. Only upon reaching the HQ or meeting room, did the officer or 'escorts' remove the shackles from Roth. Shoving the man forward, he stumbled into the room which most of the members already occupied. Only words to be heard by the guards were, he's your problem now.....

Managing to only stumble a few steps, quickly catching his balance. Roth scans the room, absorbing all the faces into his memory-banks. Some looking 'tastier' than others. Luckily and swiftly, Roth's concious reminds himself these are friends. Not food....

"[color=#ff0000]Greetings one and all, excuse my late appearance if it is so.[/color]" Focus stopped specifically upon Scorn. The person he found stuck out the most.

Adorned in a lush red trench-coat, underneath was rather nice 'dress clothes' for being recently released from a jail or prison. Honestly, anyone would perceive Roth to look like a sterotypical vampire. Even as Roth smiled, his elongated canine or 'vampire fangs' would wickedly reveal themselves.

"[color=#ff0000]For my arrival took longer than expected.... Though I have to say, protocol for my transfer was a bit overboard if you ask me...[/color]"

On that note, Roth leaned against the nearest wall, somewhere enabling vision of the whole room and all it's visible exits.