Vincent

*Vincent sat at the barstool, nervous electricity running through his antennas. *Where he is?* he thought over and over. Damn Alastor being late! He is lucky Vincent admires him so!* *While he is busy wallowing, someone sits next him. He instintively follows the movement and figures he may as well strike a conversation* "The name's Vi- Vox." *He streches out his large, dark blue hand, tiped with cyan claws* "I'm new around here but I am already an overlord~ What's your story?"