<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/>Her crystal blue eyes hover on Steve for a long moment. She had kept her position next to the door for some time. Long legs hidden by the sway of a dark purple skirt, the gentle rolling of her hips in an exaggeration motion as she walked caused that skirt to flow and billow out slightly causing her to take on the illusion of 'floating' across the room. She comes to a stop within a few feet of the collected individuals. Her eyes clear and blue, but tired and heavy as if she were straining with a great weight being deposited directly onto her slender shoulders focus on Steve, as he had asked the question.<br/><br/>"John is a being known as "Ares" and is alike his mythical counterpart in every way. He is the avatar, the very essence of war, murder, unselective death and destruction. At least that is what I have been told." She purses her lips for a moment. "When he is "Ares" he cares nothing for life, for innocents he only cares to win. He would rather see all of us die, an entire city be wiped out rather than loose a single fight."<br/><br/>She sighs deeply allowing her perfect posture to droop downward for a moment as if leaning forward in reaction to the great invisible weight settled onto her shoulders. "How do I prove to SHIELD, to the world that we are here to help, here to protect when one of our member would not think twice about destroying an entire city, and killing every person in that city to win one battle. To score one victory over one opponent." Her exotic features which had been held in a neutral expression display a deep sadness. The filtered sunlight through the windows becoming more and more obscured by a thick, grey cloud bank punctuated her feeling of intense sadness and even a sense of defeat. "I cannot do it. He is uncontrollable when he as 'Ares'. And the dream, the idea to form a group who's first priority is to protect the innocent, help those who cannot help themselves... The idea that we need not be feared for our powers, that we can control ourselves, and use our abilities to help others..." She trails off shaking her head.<br/><br/>"It was a good dream, I like to think." she allows her head to come up, reaching up she allows a thumb to wipe away some of the moisture that had collected on her cheek, her eyes blinking frantically for a moment as the crystal blue had been replaced by a lightly glowing solid white. "I just wish that I could have seen it through."