<div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x94/Shadowphile/Purple%20andBlack_zpsucqavhib.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Cinjin Race<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Assembly Hall<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Making friends<br/><br/>The Miraluka lacked actual eyes but they 'saw' with Force sensitive organs that occupied the same place, so when he turned to look at Kittani it was with a face that was blank from the nose up.  "What I perceived was likely different from what you saw.  I suspect it was not a creature at all but a metaphor.  A cult, perhaps, that draws in those who cannot resist and uses them to gain power.  In that case, all that attacking the body would do would be to injure those we seek to save and tip our hand to those we want to oppose."<br/><br/>Cinjin disliked being put in a position where he needed to explain himself; in fact he preferred his own company in the vast majority of cases.  Now he was faced with two unfamiliar things: seeking out the cause of the vision and being among his peers.  He'd never been an overly social person and events had conspired to make him more withdrawn.  To have to deal with so many others....<br/><br/>It was going to be a learning experience to be sure.  If nothing else,. it would force him to learn to open up, to reach out.