ooc; First is Azz's post and hten is mine. BIC; Caligo walked down the non-descripthalls accompanied only by the click of her boots on the floor. Sheoffered little contrast to the plain surroundings:while the walls were gray, she was mostly black and white. Her hairwas completely white, falling just short of her shoulders, and herface was covered entirely by a pitch-black mask, leaving only twomilky white, pupil-less eyes visible. The drab black of herskin-tight bodysuit was broken off only by the white of knee-highboots and an equally white jacket. Hanging from her neck on a blackribbon was a white medallion, looking vaguely like a cameo, butinstead of showing the portrait of some charming lady, it wasengraved with the semi-profile of a rough looking man, and a fewobscure symbols along the edges. She was a slightwoman, just tall enough to be of average height and build, and not atall physically imposing. She relied on... other methods forintimidation. As she walked, the shadow underneath her foot crawledup her leg. It was visible as a black stain traveling up her boot,but it melted into the black of the bodysuit. It reappeared onCaligo's shoulder, extending itself into the air and reshaping into avague animal form, like a hamster with a very long neck, or maybe afigurine of a dog, made by an untalented five-year-old out ofplay-doh. “Be a good girl,Kiki,” Caligo instructed, stroking the shadowpuppet with twofingers. The creature—Kiki—made a sound almost like a purr as itrubbed against the black gloved hand. “Don't want toscare the newbie. And that goes double for the rest of you,” sheadded, tapping her medallion. There was a distant hiss that onlyCaligo could hear, but she was satisfied with this answer. She stopped in frontof a door. “This must be it,”Caligo concluded. “Best face on, guys.” Kiki paused a momentin incomprehension, before it opened its maw, filled with more starkwhite teeth than any animal her size was entitled to. She was tryingto smile, and she had no real concept of how frightening she looked,even for a creature no larger than someone's hand. Caligo did noteven notice as she opened the door and stepped in to meet her newprotege. ooc: Now my post BIC; After what seemed like fifteen years he had FINALLY made it to Earth, fifteen years was pushing it, it was really only a couple of days. Hey, when you had nothing to do in the vacuum of space but float there, unable to sleep because you had to make sure you were on course, and little to no new space anomalies were to be seen for nearly hundred of thousands of parsec’s, you’d be bored too. Hours turned to days, days to… well life times almost. When the big blue ball of worthless technology, practically a breathing cesspool came into view, he was never happier in his life. His body easily went through Earths one atmosphere, the heat easily tolerated, he wouldn’t make light of the situation however, he had honestly never seen a more beautiful ocean, a more exquisitely arranged set of land masses, in his life. Quickly looking at a silver wristband that had a faint red light which was a directional compass he pointed himself at the North American Continent. It was only a matter of minutes before eh was there, the building he was meant to meet his ‘teacher’ in. Sure, he was probably older than her, then again who wasn’t he older than? His race were the product of star gas merging with a space energy that seemed to be sentient, this allowed the living life lending matter to become a body, a body that had its own form, its own unique set of looks, views, everything. It just so happened that his body appeared to be somewhat human. That is, if black eyes with a white iris, white dread locks, dark skin, large build, and a six foot tall body counted as human. As he waited in the building for her, an apartment room that S.H.A.W. *Super-Hero Allegiance Worldwide), provided for him. The place was small, but he didn’t exactly mind the size, he figured he wouldn’t be in the tinny space often enough to care. Its area was run down, and messed up, dirt was everywhere, they provided him with a cheap class one technological stove with pollution emissions enough to destroy ones liver. Yay, this was a good place to be. He even had earth cloths. A stained messed up white T-shirt, that he actually liked, and a pair of blue jeans, that he hated. About the time he looked around, he was reminded of why he really wanted to come to Earth, its life force. See Vita Compello, his full name. had one power and one power only, and it made him quite strong on this planet. He could see life force, mold it, extract ti, and force it into physical stages and forms of matter. Sure whatever the life force was taken from would die, but, he could also put the life force he used into a living entity thus allowing for the new thing to live. If he did so to something like a planet he could actually make it grow, bud, seed, or prosper dramatically, basically renewing the cycle. So he wasn’t necessary a destroyer, he just couldn’t take the life force of humans, if he did they’d die. More importantly he couldn’t remove the life force from a strong willed individual at all, he knew so he tried already. As one woman approached his apartment he saw her clearly through the door, her life force was strong, very nice. He watched her very, very calmly as she walked through the door and spoke. “I take it you are meant to be the teacher/” he asked, his voice was very calm, very collective but dark and airy, yet full of some kind of positive emotion. He stood in his sloppy white t-shirt and held out his hand, his finger nails black like space, and long, his skin white from the lack of direct sunlight. “it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance. “ He spoke again.