[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] Archangel [@Lmpkio], [/center]

Roth listened silently, taking no heed to even the words Creatix spoke. Not only due to Archangel interrupting before response chance was given, but Roth simply wished to remain quiet on that comment which Creatix made. Roth would have to learn how to interact or get along with robots or mechanical beings. Throughout his past, very little interaction had been between himself and non-organic life. However, Roth did manage to speak after Archangel inquired of anyone's questions on the matter at hand.

"[color=#ff0000]Where will we be staying until our mission takes place? Also, between now and then, is there any resource to nourishment for yours truly?? A man of my stature, as you know, doesn't partake in normal cuisine.... So i'd hate to find out I have to seek out my prey...[/color]" A wicked smile entered his expression during the last bit of speaking. Also his sentence was ended with a faintly sinister chuckle.

Primal parts still existed within this lanky fellow. Finally beginning to realizing himself to be out of prison, Roth starts to stretch while awaiting a response. While limbering up, countless pops and cracks faintly entered the room, truly displaying how cooped up he was previously. An sigh of utter relief escaping as freedom was being more and more embraced. Finally, during this whole time, Roth carefully scanned the room and all it's faces within. Studying all briefly, yet permanently imprinting said sites within his mind. Hopefully no negative conflicts would arise between himself and teammates. Although it wouldn't be the first time someone found Roth's 'lifestyle' or 'existence' what one could call 'troublesome' or even 'vile'.