<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/>Her clear blue eyes follow the green-skinned man as he leans slightly towards her. It was rather comforting, calming to have someone close, someone who was not quick to judge, quick to anger, or quick to take her enforcement of codes of conduce as personal affronts. It was difficult to deal with this bunch of students, more difficult that she had initially thought. She lets out a sharp sigh as her head droops to the side, towards the green-skinned man, her cheek coming to rest against his toned shoulder. Her warm, soft, chocolate brown skin connecting ever so slightly with the man's emerald skin.<br/><br/>Long locks of pure white hair whip and curl in the wind, surrounding her and him in turn. The hair was delicate and tickled along his exposed skin much like the snow that it looked like. It had a scent to it, a mild scent, easy to miss unless the hair, as it was now, was directly in one's face. It had the slightest vanilla scent to it.<br/><br/><strong>"My mother always tells me..."</strong>She begins her cheek still rested against her companion's shoulder.<strong>"That 'it does no matter what others think of you, but what you think of yourself'.</strong>" She pauses after reciting the words.<strong>"She also advised me -not- to come here, not to join in this. She wished me to stay home with her, and to attend a normal public school for my last year of schooling. It will not be long until I 'graduate'. A semester... maybe... less if I load myself down with classes. Which I am considering doing. Be done with it, and then I can be free to become my own woman. Wherever I wish to go."</strong>