[center][h3][color=gray][u]Dimitri Volkova[/u][/color][/h3][/center]

Dimitri returned the bright smile with his own toothless smile, but nonetheless sincere. He eyed the paper on Azura's lap, looking at it with curiosity plain in his eyes. He had received word that there was a list of members somewhere here, but he had not known where it was. It was apparently with the president all along. He'll have to make a mental note to check that earlier. He then raised his head to look around. Kyoya Ootori, the previous Vice-President, had told him that he kept a record of all of the students and that he had asked his father to allow him to have authority to gather tidbits of information of their customers - a needed failsafe just in case they needed to do something.

As he was deep in thought about where the previous records were, another one had entered. He let his mind go back to focus on the present and watched as the blond male entered. No doubt that he was a man who had a past with sports. There eyes met as they sized each other up and he gave the man a small nod of his head. However, he then proclaimed, jokingly, that he didn't want to be the only first year to join. So that was why he wasn't a familiar face, he had just arrived at this school. However, there has been talk around about a first year already going around, looking for trouble. With his build, Dimitri thought that he could be that first year. However, his cheerful personality overruled it. The Russian thought that he would at least be fun to be around. Energetic people always worked well with him.

Yet another male had entered, but this one made it obvious that he wanted to be left alone. Dimitri could swear he could hear the music bleeding out of his earphones. He had walked directly to the corner, dragging a chair with him and just sat there. He seemed familiar, eerily so. Had he encountered him before? He wasn't sure, but something in his gut told him that he wasn't the best guy out there... though that may be the obvious anti-social behavior he just showed talking. Perhaps it would be best to leave him alone for now; if anything, so they wouldn't go with a rough start. This was the revival of the Host Club after all, he'd rather not have the first day memory as something that involved fighting. As he began to settle in his seat again, he saw Azura stand up and stride towards the male. There was a shift in her aura, as if she adapted a completely different one from her cheery and bubbly personality that she showed earlier. He couldn't hear what she was saying but he certainly had his eyes glued on them. She came back shortly after, the personality she showed earlier showing. Dimitri guessed this was something he ought to be getting used to, if he were to work with her.

And then, another student appeared. This time, it was, to his knowledge, the only other female member in their little group. Amanda, the girl in his year. There wasn't much to say about her. Her energetic greeting certainly made him smile. It was always refreshing to see these kinds of people. [color=gray]"Certainly; however, not as much as you, it would seem."[/color] He decided to reply. He supposed that being the Vice-President, he at least needed to at least respond to these kinds of questions. It's not that they bothered him anyway so there was no loss on his part. 

Then another one came, this one not the same as the others. He wasn't perky but at least he wasn't brooding like that other guy. For the lack of better word, he looked like a nerd. Dimitri, so far, was not aware if they had a scholar joining the club, like Haruhi had. He kept to himself, unfortunately, and didn't seem to want any attention placed on him so the Russian averted his eyes to the other newcomer.

The first thing to catch his eyes was the green hair, then its length. To be perfectly honest, he wasn't exactly sure what to think of him. There was no outstanding thing about him aside from his hair. Maybe it'll come out once he had introduced himself. Surely, if he were a host, he would have a specific trait that would appeal to the girls, or boys. Though from what he heard, that wasn't the case with the scholar host from before. Hm, he wondered if this had the same circumstances.

Then, finally, it started. Azura stood up and occupied the front. She told them how they would introduce themselves and then continued on to tell something about herself. She had good form, but undoubtedly was nervous at one point. He had no qualms with this; he could work with it. It would seem like she adapted something from the previous leader of the Host Club. While she didn't deliver it as perfectly as one would think, it was decent enough for him. As she drew to a finish, the time had come for him to say something. He had preferred staying seated but he guessed that this could not be avoided. 

It would have been unexpected. Why, in all the heaven's name, would the intimidating Russian be selected as the Vice-President? No one he knew expected for him to be approached by Kyoya Ootori to help out. Apparently, his skill with handling money caught his interest which then led to him being offered the position as he had also expressed interest in joining. Dimitri had accepted it without hesitation, thinking that it would be a relatively easy job. He hadn't expected for mounds of paperwork to be shoved at him one he accepted, and then a logbook on top of it. 

He stood up and then walked towards the front. [color=gray]"Greetings. Hm... well, I hadn't prepared anything to say really. As Vice-President, I expect that I would play your types to the advantage of the Host Club, along with managing funds, balancing checkbooks and whatnot for the more expensive actions our club will partake in."[/color] He then turned his gaze to the president, silently conveying to her that Tamaki wasn't exactly thinking about how much money they were going to spend with his eccentric choices of what to do for the day, and he wanted to at least know that Azura had more sense with money than her predecessor. It would be easier on him and on the club as a whole if she did.

He then cleared his throat. [color=gray]"Anyway, my name is Dimitri Volkova... though you may refer to me as Dima, if you so wish."[/color] He wondered if the addition of the nickname was a good idea but let it be once he figured that he wouldn't be able to take it back. [color=gray]"I've heard that my type would be the... Mysterious type, though some say a sort of Therapist type fits better."[/color] He really wasn't sure about this typing or whatever so he only repeated what he had heard others say.

[color=gray]"I like sports, snow and games."[/color] He figured that would suffice for that. He then rubbed his hands as he inclined his head towards them, signalling the end of his own introduction. [color=gray]"Please, do stand up and introduce yourselves."[/color] He told them, a small smile on his face, there as if to encourage them to step up and speak. He hoped everyone would be easy to work with. He only expected that brooding one to be the only difficult one.

He joined Azura at the side before whispering, [color=gray]"May I see the roster for our club?"[/color]