Artorias
A realistic, Idealistic, masochistic Genius
"Hello there." Tomix looked down at the permanent tattoo she had on her hand then winced remembering the pain he felt when he got his power seal, he rubbed his back in the spot that it was. Then he looked over at Jorah, "So know you're bound to protect her tell the end of the earth right, and i vowed to repay you're kindness to me by keeping you alive so now i have to protect her as well so you don't kill yourself protecting her." Tomix was getting a slight headache. "This is why i don't make friends" He said to himself quietly. Then he looked at the girl one more time. "Whatever you do girl don't touch me you're soul is crafted out of light and life. Mine is made of Chaos the mix of death and darkness and the other basic elements. Us touching would be bad maybe so bad we could kill each other."