Spirit wasn't irritable or irritated or even angry. Not towards the young woman. The irritation he felt had come and gone very fast. It had been towards the chief. He rarely felt anything. He honestly wasn't sure he even knew how to feel. He looked her over. Nodding his head to acknowledge he heard her name. He was pretty tall. Around six foot to be exact. His skin was never going to tan. The leaders tried it to try and give him more life. His body make up just could not hold it for more than a short period of time. It was drained from him by the power within him.<br/><br/>He felt her looking him up and down. Stopping and looks at her. In a gentle yet clearly holding no emotions at all voice...he spoke. "Is there something wrong with me? You keep giving me the look over. I am not sure why." His voice though voice of his emotion was sensual and soft like silk. His foreign accent gave his voice a sexy tone. His voice was sensual or like having sex with words alone. He turned and started walking again. "The partners stay in the same area. We have an apartment type complex within this complex." He says. His voice held no life. Just distance.<br/><br/>He froze and looked at her. "I didn't go through them...they didn't want to be my partner." He was armed with knives around his waist. One was very intrigueing...it was a small blade he named Diao. (see image at bottom) Diao is a diamond hard diamon metal dagger with lots of pointy ends. The weapons he bore were endowed with spiritual entities. He looked at her. "You will find out. You will run away and not spend time with me...they all do." He turned and kept walking. "Thirteen to answer your question. They have tried partnering me thirteen times in six weeks now." He says. "Fourteen now that you are here. You won't stay my partner...my power will chase you off. It always does." He says. The lack of emotion still gave the sense of an underlying sadness.<br/><br/>"This is why I never interacted with others. I knew how they would act. If the agency had not ripped apart my life and made me come here...I would have a slight sense of happiness." He kept walking again. "By the way...I don't have anger issues. Or weapon issues. The ghosts can hear your thoughts. Please don't think negative or make assumptions about me. You don't know me." He says in an eerie way. "I am not a bad person...I just have a bad power by birth." He says in a slightly sad distant sort of way. He stopped and pressed his hand to the hand scanner.<br/><br/>The door dinged and slide open. Their apartment was beautiful. One room filled with crystals of every color possible. It was like a crystal cave built into a room. "That is my meditation chamber." He says. "It is where I am most comfortable." He shows her around. Opening a door and inside was an exotic yet entrancing room. "This is your room." He looks at her and shakes his head. Long death white silverish strands shaking side to side in a sexy sort of way. He turns and wouldn't look at her again. What was the point? She would just run screaming to be given a different partner before a couple of days were up...right?<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/Miscellanous/Diamond-edgedDagger-1.png">[ img ]</a>