<div class="floatright">(http://images6.fanpop.com/image/photos/37300000/Raynare-raynare-37300112-400-225.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Syra<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 12 / 12:45pm<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dorms<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Michael, open!<br/><hr/><br/>"The others in the world like us or just normal people?" She asked, perking a brow at him. Of course she still had that instinct; it was part of how she grew up! She was trained in martial arts since she could walk and alot of her play as a child had something to do with that. It was just how her dad wanted to bring her up; so she'd never be a victim and that he'd never have to worry about that. "They're all just pockets waiting to be picked by someone clever enough to do it and get away." She replied almost dismissively. "Some are alright though, but I can't help but see them as tools, targets or even meat-sacks. It suppose it's due to my parentage on my poke-side." she sighed.