I tend to be by myself, but I love to be around people. I feel the need to protect those around me. When threatened I don’t defend, just wait silently for their attack. I feel at home in the darkness. I am misunderstood, and at first glance some might think I am a bad person, or mean, but my heart is pure. People have a hard time looking in my eyes, my gaze is intense and they feel as if I’m burning through their soul. Those who know me love me, but any are afraid when I’m anger.