Please read the prologue, so you get a feel for this character from the beginning. Thank you.

Jin awoke to the punishing screech of a woman's voice. Drool dangled out from betwixt his lips, clinging against the chin. Eyes seemed clued together by sleep's call to sanctuary. With eager fingertips, that crusty goop, and drool was then wiped away. A few blinks later, he then realized that there was someone else within his chambers. "What the . . . "

"About time Jin WùXian!" called out that same, punishing voice. The kind of voice that could wake any man from the deepest of sleep. One designed to ruin fantasies and give unto a person utter nightmares. "The master is waiting. You're late again!"

Violet eyes tried to focus on the figure of who could be known to him as 'Pest', but who's true name was Loura Berman, a fellow in this 'hell hole.' Tasty to fleas, but beyond that? The woman was utterly dull-witted, lacking in charm, pose and grace that any woman should possess. Some would even call her plain. Loura possessed brown, flat hair that grew just beyond her shoulder blades, matching, tiny eyes and an average body. Nothing really stood out and called a man's attention, save that very loud and disgusting, high-pitched voice. Not to mention the woman was utterly human. How Jin detested humans, especially their women.

"What are you talking about Pest?" Jin asked in a half-awake half-annoyed voice.

"Don't play coyly with me Jin. You know you over slept. How can you not? Just look at you?!" Loura charged, moving to open his door, just a hair more to peer at him, with those dark brown, intense eyes, and so very accusing.

"No, really I do not Pest. Why don't you just tell me what I was supposed to know and be gone with you?" He asked, moving to pull back the covers, in the buff he began to rise, uncaring that there was an unsuspecting female in the room. Not a care in the world to modesty. 'That damn woman bursted in on me, without knocking again? Or did she this time? Bah, no matter. Serves that little wench right!' with a sort that thought was over, and pants were drawn up, secured and tied off. 'At least I wasn't hard this time.' He chuckled to himself, provoking the girl further.

"Well, hurry up, I haven't got all day Pest!" Jin grew a sly grin upon his face. With a scoff, Loura became some rant Jin blocked off while trying to get dressed as slowly as possible.

"The master wanted you in his study so that you could receive your punishment for your last indiscretion, and now . . . Now he will just be sore with you!"

'Oh, what powerful words you say!' Jin thought, about laughing at the poor pest, but decided against it. Loura really wasn't worth laughing at, or showing much care to. Just another human girl that wished she could matter to someone, especially someone like him! He was, after all, the best at this school, or any school for that matter! Or why else would Caokroan send him? Such thoughts made Jin's face light up with a most, inhuman grin. Dressed, he turned to walk toward the door, snatching it up from Loura's grasp.

"Very well Loura, you have awakened a master. Tell me, how does it feel to be so privileged?" His tone was filled with ego, arrogance and all that were deeply seductive to peasants. Raw power. However, Loura did not look that impressed, only that much more bothered by his presence here.

"You can dream of such an honor. And just so you know, you are notthe best here, in fact I wouldn't even call you a close second to the best. Just another freak that was forced upon us, just in the name of false peace. One you and I both know won't last. And to think . . . " Loura slowly smiled in a cold, dark way before continuing. "The best that Caokroan could send us were you? "She burst out laughing, turning to leave him to that comment hoping it hit his ego, just a little bit.

Jin can easily be described as haughty and especially full of himself when interacting with other races–particularly humans. He is always eager to get into a fight if for nothing else than to show that he is the best. This never meant that he would rush headlong into something he may not win though, in which cases he will usually make a remark about it not being 'worth my time.' Jin is fairly carefree but doesn't respond well to authority. Such a case was now, knowing he was late to his master's sitting room and Loura's slick remarks.

Standing where Loura left him, seething from the nerve of that human female, his mind filled with possible comebacks. Things to nip and bite at her at some later time. 'How dare she, make a fool out of me, in my chambers!'

Jin was pretty tall, about six foot three weighing three hundred and twenty pounds of pure muscle. Young too, about twenty-one. His overall appearance wasn't too shabby. The only really noticeable features that 'stuck out' were his jet-black hair with naturally red tips curling about his neck line, and a single third eye on the center of his forehead. Many of the humans here hardly noticed his third eye, for Jin did a great job in hiding it with tufts of stringy, black hair or a bandana to further the job. No one dared to call him ashamed though, or they would end with Jin in their face, wanting a fight. Some would call his skin too pale, and others would call it too gray. Either way, Jin did not fit in with the humans in appearance. Too odd, too thick and far too arrogant for his own good.

Making his way out of his chamber, down the many stone-cut corridors, with little more than a frown upon his face. Such a look that spoke volumes of the guy's mood. Many knew to stay clear of Jin, and others just stood back and snickered at him, waiting for the day he was shown up, tamed or shown who was boss. However, no one yet had that capability, not even the so-called 'masters' of this monastery. The boy was a ruthless chit, to say the very least.

Long minutes of solitude would pass as Jin worked his way to the master's sitting room. It was found down five corridors that went from east to southwestern direction, ending at a slightly more north point. Whitewashed stone pillars with iron-wrought torch holders on each, produced enough light to pass the otherwise darkened halls. It was strange how this place lacked windows. It had been rumored to Jin that they did not enjoy outsiders spying on their work. But for Jin, he believed they were just being tight-asses and complete bores. Little did he know, it went so much deeper than the depth of someone's ass, or his personal enjoyment.

The hall ended on a set of tall, hardwood, double doors. Carved into those wooden doors were symbols of an ancient era. An era of which Jin held no clue, and thus made no attempt to ever try to ask about them, or their meaning. He just figures that it was a bunch of mumble-jumble made up by the dumbest of humans. Again, Jin let his ignorance take a hold of him life, unknowing that in time, his mistakes would cost him dearly.

Jin hated his studies, and prized goofing off, or training more than anything else. No, one ever mattered to him, especially not in this new home. All of them were beneath him, even the masters. He would make that clear, and they would subside to the will of Jin, Caokroan had. (Or so he thought.) Nothing more could they teach him, and neither would Denwhoali be able to.

With a fist, Jin pounded into the left side of the double door, expecting quick results. Nothing. Harder knocks. Still, nothing. Grumbling something under his breath, he decided to yell out. "You summoned me, Master Kenltio?" Much to his irritation, still no answer.

"Oh hell, I could be sleeping! Loura got me up for nothing. They are not even in here!?" having absolutely no patience for these humans, and mediocre punishments-- he simply moved to open the door. The handle slipped out of place, and something seeped out to drip into his palm.

"What the hell is this?" He jerked away his hand, noticing with a glance that whatever the hell it was, it was dark red, sticky and had a disgusting, death scent to it. Almost as if it were older or rotting? "Blood?"

Jin took a few steps back away from the door, totally not even ready to freak out. All he wanted was to crawl back into his bed, and sleep off his late night. But no! Loura had to come in and wake him. She always ruined his best dreams. Now he had to deal with his mind playing tricks on him. Shaking his head, he quickly wiped his hands off on the door frame, then his pants. Once he was satisfied there was going to be no response, and absolutely did not care to find out what the hell had just gotten on his hand–Jin turned, and found himself face to face with a pair of gray eyes.