Adrik calmly accepted a cigarette from the pack, revealing a hidden matchstick that he had apparated from his sleeve whilst simultaneously lighting it, the seemingly natural slight of hand skills leaving a somewhat impressive display. He enjoys a hit of the cigarette, and began to speak as the smoke drifted lazily out of his mouth, his voice mild with a slight Russian accent.
"My name is Adrik Ivanov. I am a bastard child from Leeds, disowned by my parents I grew up on the streets. I've seen what the houses think of their poor and how they treat them first hand. It disgusts me."He pauses, and the cigarette glows brightly for a bit, smoke spilling from his lips as he begins speaking again. "I've flown around the other houses in Sirius, and it's all the same. The working class is dominated by the richer politicians and scammed by corrupt police. I hear you people want to change that."
