<div class="floatleft">(http://img16.imageshack.us/img16/9332/86382159627stormsupersm.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name/Alias:</strong>Ororo Munroe / Storm<br/><strong>Origin:</strong>Mutant<br/><strong>Location:</strong>At the summit of Avenger Tower<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Gamoran<br/><br/><hr/><br/>She turns her head to the side slightly, so that she can observe the green-skinned man as he settles next to her. To many she might have been exotic, with her dark, chocolate-brown skin, her contrasting bright white hair, and her vibrant almost crystal like eyes. But to her this man with his rich emerald skin compounded by the toned, but not bulky musculature of the man.<br/><br/><strong>"I like you as well, Gamoran."</strong>She responds, her voice was calm and steady filled with a rich and deep accent as she spoke. Giving her words weight, almost like the thunder she can conjure.<br/><br/>It was touching, the soft blush that covered the green-skinned man's cheeks as he spoke. She extends one of her long arms, allowing the slender limb to gently fall around the shoulders of the man she sat next to, allowing her slender fingers to gently press against the exotically emerald skin on his arm.<br/><br/><strong>"I can say that your skin also is... enchanting to me. But more than that, you are a true gentleman. Someone who... cares for what a woman thinks, who cares if they are slighted or not treated with respect. That is so... so rare especially around here. Most males I have run into simply want to fight or mount. So single-minded. They do not care for what they fight or what they mount only so their primal needs are met."</strong><br/><br/>She pauses, perhaps it was -not- the best idea to go on a tirade about men as she sat next to a very chivalrous man as it was. She allows her full, thick dark brown lips to purse together for a moment in silence, shifting the subject smoothly.<br/><br/><strong>"Space... I admit I enjoy looking up at the stars the nights that I -can-. But... I do not think I could imagine being away from this Earth. I... I can -feel- the ground beneath me. I can -feel- the winds, I see them ebb and flow when I close my eyes. Being away from that well... I do not know if I can stand that."</strong><br/><br/><strong>"I do not... have many friends, I never had. I am usually in a position of leadership, a position in which I must pressure people to try to obey rules of conduct, dress... Where I must tell people to 'shape up' or to 'limit' their use of powers. It always puts me into a position where I am not liked. And again I find myself without friends to speak of. Except perhaps you, Gamoran."</strong>