<span style="color: #008040">Psychis sat there, watching this beautiful warrior girl with her amazing light green eyes just sit here and talk to him. It felt strange that she of all people would even talk to him. She was much better-looking an normal than he was. Right then, sitting in front of her, he began to feel slightly embarrassed by his strangeness. Suddenly, it occured to him that he was actually CONSCIOUS about his reclusive strangeness, which was very rare for him, since he neve really cared what others thought of him. But sitting in front of her made him feel almost, well...unworthy.<br/>          "My home was attacked," he said flatly. "So, now im on a manhunt to find the people that killed my family." And that was the only information he left her with. He didn't want to say who he was or where he came from for too reasons: 1) He wasn't even sure if she was a spy or not, and 2) he didn't want anyone else involved in his plans that could possibly slow him down. But, however, he didn't find anything wrong in telling her what race he was. <br/>           "I'm of the Mnenic race. Of course, as we all know that is a race of spirit workers. But some people learn the art of the Mnenics without having to be one. Its just harder for a human or any other race to learn the Mnenic spirit technique than it is for an actual Mnenic. They're born with the powers naturally. But, sorry, i know im rambling on. So what is your race?" he asked just as the cook came over with his bowl of noodles and a refill for his tea...  </span>