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Theo was waiting, watching as the lights of cars pulled in closer to his home. He was a bit agitated at the fact that council had not only decided on doing this gathering, but also that they had decided it would be done in his home. It was likely due to Desmond's swaying of the council members that it ended up 5 to 2 vote in favor of this. It wasn't surprising, unlike himself, Desmond knew how to influence people. That wasn't Theo's strong suit and he really depended on the loyalty of others at times. He was sure Desmond knew how much Theo had a disdain for this sort of thing. It also put Theo in an odd position of having to protect all that were attending, non-mage and mage alike. He had to call in some favors to get some mediators that would hopefully not be biased towards either side, but also keep everyone from trying to rip each others head off if they got an argument. Problem was, who was going to stop him if someone managed to anger him?

He could see Desmond's vehicle coming in the distance amongst the others car. Even Theo needed to keep face, so he came down from the balcony he stood upon, landing on his feet and bracing his hand against the ground before standing straight again. There was one good thing about this, Desmond wasn't going to be staying to influence those attending. It may give him a chance to try sway them into his loyalty. But the mage vampires weren't going to be so easy to convince. He himself were not fond of them due to their advantage they carried over normal vampires.

"Welcome," Theo called out as the first to arrive stepped out of their vehicle. He faked a smile as he would likely end up doing quite a bit at this gathering.

Keria stepped out of her uncle's car noticing that she was not the first to arrive in fact. This didn't matter to her at all, it was just something she noticed. Glancing around, she noted that she really didn't know any of these people by face being as she was kept tucked away in her own family manor most of the time. Honestly, she didn't give a damn for being here in the first place. If it was up to her she'd rather be back home in her family's manor, or better away from all of this garbage. She never really got a lot of this political garbage, mostly because she was kept from it by her dear uncle. If she had a choice though, she probably would just stay the hell away from it anyway. However, she figured that eventually it would catch up on her and at this point it seemed it did. Though, it was surprisingly her uncle that pushed her into it. Perhaps it was because they wanted younger blood to give a different perspective.

Her green hues locked onto that of a tall man whom she assumed to be Theo, considering his clothing choice. It made him seem older, and if that wasn't the thing that told her it was the fact he was greeting the people whom arrived. It took a moment for herself to analyze him, in her biased eyes, but she automatically pegged him as some guy she'd rather not talk to. What she wanted and what actually happened however never really worked out for her. She wished sometimes things were just less complicated, so she wouldn't really have to bother with any of it all. After all, just things about herself were more complicating and she still had to have that worry in the back of her head. It was a question whether or not she'd be able to handle it in the first place without her little secret getting out.

Going to the back of the car, she grabbed her bag and guitar throwing them over her shoulder and headed to the mansion. Sucking up her thoughts about Theo, she approached him and with a disgruntled tone said," Where am I suppose to keep my stuff..." She did her best to keep her green eyes from making too much contact with his. He was just some loser non-mage of no interest and importance to her. The only thing she had to keep in mind was that she'd have to try and keep her mouth shut more then she really wanted to. Sucking on her fang for a second, she kept silent half listening to what he would say to her.

Theo watched as Keria approached him. So this is the daughter of theirs that has been kept out of public eye... He thought to himself. She looked mostly like her mother, but her hair didn't match either of her parents, probably dyed he assumed. Still, it wasn't hard to see the dismay about being here in the way she carried herself and the tone of her voice. Still, she would be an important one to speak to because of who her parents were. Then again, if he wanted to politically win this against Desmond, all of those arriving were important, "Through those doors," He said as he shifted and gestured towards the main door, "Upstairs to the left are the women's rooms," He finished. He didn't bother trying to hold a conversation with her as she was just one guest of more arriving. He didn't need her to get what he wanted.

Kacela Esser had arrived early, but had spent the time before the meeting mostly wandering around and having random talks with people she came upon. That turned out mostly to be either maids or security guards who were trying their best to keep face while she tried to get them riled up. However, most of them were rather boring, just ignoring or glancing down at her chest. She had hoped to meet someone at least somewhat interesting while waiting, but that didn't seem to be the case. Luckily the other guests were arriving and she headed towards the stairs to see those coming in. She was dressed in heavy layers of clothing that were almost all a scarlet red. Though she wore layers, they were tightly compacted against her with a corset, belts, and other bands. Really, it seemed like something uncomfortable to wear.

Naturally the first one she saw come through those doors were Keria. Kacela raised a brow as she looked over the girl's way of dressing. Well she certainly doesn't dress much like a noble. She dresses like she probably has mental issues. Kacela thought to herself for a moment. She certainly wasn't trying to hide the fact that she was looking Keria who she imagined was either one that wanted all the attention or a crybaby.

Keria couldn't really be sure how many people really knew whom she was, nor did she really care. Even if they knew whom she was, it didn't make a difference considering them not knowing what type of person she was. After all, Keria never really made too many appearances due to her uncle. He thought it was best for her to kind of be shielded away from things, and if it was up to either of them she wouldn't be here in the first place. Desmond always seemed over protective when it came to her, to which she could assume because of the secrets that she had were the reasons. However, that was one thing that Desmond could not fight against putting her through. He was the one that convinced people that they should group the younger nobles together. Keria was a more viable option then himself, therefore she was forced to go.

Desmond parked the car, keeping his eye on his little niece. He noted that for a moment she spoke to Theo, but that didn't last too long at all. He gritted his teeth slightly as he walked up to the elder vampire with almost as much dismay as Keria. However, unlike Keria, he hide his feeling a bit better then her. Instead he greeted him with respect, but kept from that awkward handshake that neither of them wanted to do. The two of them were commonly known to butt heads within the council, due to their obvious difference in beliefs. The problem was, unlike the council, he couldn't really sit there and influence this younger generation. "It's a shame I won't be able to keep an eye on things as well...." he lied.

Heading up the way Theo informed her to go her eyes caught the sight of a red haired female, to which she dubbed as the bottle red. Perhaps it was because she dyed her hair so often that she could tell that her hair was dyed, but it was just an observation. It was funny, because her natural hair color was red and she had black hair at the time. She couldn't help but ponder if her natural hair was black, but wouldn't that be rather ironic. It was rather obvious that she stuck out in comparison to most of the people that were here, her outfit wasn't particular what they would call 'noble attire'. To anyone who paid much attention to the humans, she dressed almost like how they would dress if they were into a darker type of music. However, looking at her would probably be the most interaction this girl was going to see from her, unless she got in her face that was.