[Vicente walks along town, sampling a few pieces of fruit he bought at the market. He pauses to look into a store window, curious at the Thanksgiving decorations that are on sale.]

Interesting.

[A guy standing near him then lights up a cigarrete. Vicente lets out a scared yelp and jumps back, relexively throwing a minor frost spell at the man's face before dashing off.

Once he's run off a few more blocks and turned a corner, he stops, putting a hand to his heart.]

[OOC: So, in addition to garlic, Vicente hates fire. In his world, vampires are weak against fire.]

[Here we have a small boy in medieval average-class wear. He's made his way out of the Underground and is sitting on a park bench.]

I do hope father returns soon, and brings back a fresh hog or deer. Perhaps next time he will finally take me along on one of his hunts, or I may accompany him to Bravil or Skingrad to sell the furs of his recent catches.

Mother says the trips through the woods are too dangerous, full of giant rats and even minotaurs, but I am not afraid.

[OOC: Vicente has regressed to his childhood for the weekend. He has no idea about his future vampirism or killing people.]

[Vicente is out on the streets, in his cloak of course, with a bag of rolled up parchments under his arm. Said parchments are being left on car windshields and nailed to telephone polls.

He takes a moment to look directly into his device.]

You know, suddenly I feel the need to let everyone know about my home.

Cyrodiil is far less advanced technologically than the City, but it makes up for this with magic.

I have noticed a lack of the races of mer and beast here, save for a few citizens from other worlds. I myself am of the race of men, a Breton to be precise. Bretons are the result of men and mer intermarrying thousands of years ago, and can be natural mages.

Cyrodiil also has many more monsters than I have seen here, such as minotaurs and atronaches, just to name a few.

Other information may be found in these parchments.

[Video ends.]

[Vicente's basement is dark, as usual, but one might be able to make out a shape with gratuitous amounts of pink.

Said shape gets out of bed and goes to a mirror, moving like he's doing a daily routine. Also, the clothes reveal a pale body that's got some muscles on it, yet still looks sickly. Doesn't really make for a pretty picture and it's probably a good thing that the darkness obscures things.

The mirror allows him to see that he's not wearing his usual black.]

By Sithis!

[Video ends.]