<div class="floatleft">(http://img143.imageshack.us/img143/8964/stormevolution.gif)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name/Alias:</strong>Ororo Munroe / Storm<br/><strong>Origin:</strong>Mutant<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Avenger Tower interior, Common Room<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Any, Steve<br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>She inclines her head as the man standing across from her spoke. Humility, honesty, forthrightness qualities she could understand, qualities she could respect. Far from the arrogance, self-indulgence, self-importance that she so loathed. She merely listened to his story before holding up a single hand. The palm of the raised hand was a lighter brown than the deep chocolate brown of the rest of her skin.<br/><br/>"I understand, Steve protection and saving of lives is, what I feel, our most important duty, it is something you understand, aspire to, and represent, at least I believe. And I assure you, I am quite fragile, I am just as fragile as anyone you meet on the street. I have no supernatural ability to fight, to heal, to absorb physical punishment so I cannot be in the 'thick' of things. That is why I need you. Since you accept, than it is done."<br/><br/>She offers a small smile to the man, her head tilting to one side. The stark white hair that falls from her scalp spilling over her shoulder as she does so. The bright locks of hair contrasting sharply with her darker brown skin. "Please enjoy yourself, you, all of you have earned the break and the relaxation."