Name: Lakaira Mikonami

Age: 13

Personality: Quiet, loves music, loves animals, thoughtful, protective of her friends, smart, energetic

Abilities: Lakaira uses her high intellect to her advantage and is often ten steps ahead of her opponent with hundreds of different scenarios planned out. Her IQ is higher than Shikamaru's at 210 so she can fight all types of opponents ranging in chakra natures and fighting styles. She has a water type chakra and is best at fighting fire style users. She has a keke genkai of communication with animals and can transform herself into any animal of her choosing making her an any range fighter. Thanks to her knowlage and abilities, she seldom gets so much as a scratch in battle. She is highly skilled in ninjutsu and is slightly a genjutsu type. She can recognize and dispell all but the most powerful genjutsu in only seconds.

History: At a young age of 7 Lakaira's father murdered her mother in an act of drunkeness. He couldn't live with himself and thought he was unsafe for Lakaira and her brother so he commited suicide soon after.

The anbu of the village discovered his motives and were to send her and Naiko to live with their aunt. She didn't want to live with her aunt and neither did her brother. Their aunt was abusive.

That night she woke up her brother and they snuck into the woods at midnight. There they met their only friend- the animals. Lakaira had an alligator named Tsuki, a snake named Tai, and an eagle named Sono. Naiko had a young buck that he named Jaan.

By morning the ninja were looking everywhere for them, but they were long gone. At dawn Lakaira had transformed herself into a giant eagle. Naiko sat on her back with Tai around his neck and Jaan in front of him. As she took off she grabbed Tsuki. Sono flew with her as she went.

A three day trip on land turned into eighteen hours through filght. They landed in a secluded forest. They made their life wandering until a few years later, when all hell broke loose...

Looks: Lakaira is a thin girl with a light complexion. Her eyes are such a deep blue that most mistake it for black. She keeps her waistlength, onyx hair tied up in high pigtails on the side of her head instead of the back. She wears a tan shirt with a black, cutoff jacket over it, short black skirt, white, thigh-high socks, and normal shinobi sandals.


Name: Naiko Mikonami

Age: 12

Personality: Funny, supportive, hyperactive, determined, stubborn, loves animals, loves the outdoors, free spirited

Abilities: Naiko's keke genkai is the ability to communicate with animals. He can also summon any animal known to man without ever having signed a blood contract. His tactics are reckless but effective in their outcome. He has an air natured chakra and he uses it in nearly everything he does. He develops his own minimal jutsus based on anything that can be done with air. He is generally a long range fighter and often uses combo attacks with his sister. He mostly uses ninjutsu combined with taijutsu for brute force attacks that deal heavy damage when successful.

History: When he was 6, Naiko's father killed his mother in a drunken rage. Out of guilt he killed himself the next night. He and his sister discovered him that morning.

The anbu found it a suicide and were to send him and Lakaira to their aunt. The anbu didn't know that she was abusive though. That night they ran. They slept in the woods with the animals.

He had a young buck named Jaan as a companion. His sister had an alligator named Tsuki, a snake named Tai, and an eagle named Sono.

By dawn Lakaira had transformed herself into a giant eagle and they were off. He rode on her back with Tai around his neck and Jaan in front of him. Tsuki was carried underneath them and Sono flew with them for miles.

Eighteen hours later they touched ground. He rolled off his sister's back to rest on the ground. She transformed herself back to her human form. The two of them lived that way for a while. Then, the fight started...

Looks: Naiko is a pale boy with pale skin, light brown eyes, and short and messy honey-golden hair. He wears a type of collared tanktop that zips up in the front. It is a light blue with white in the center-front, following the zipper and black lining. He also wears black pants and shinobi sandals.


Name: Minara Sukana

Age:13

Personality: Quiet, reserved, thoughtful, hot tempered, slightly sadistic, strong, overprotective of those close to her

Abilities: Minara has a strength that can surpass even Lee. The collar she carries around her neck attributes to a lot of the weight she holds. There are two others that are affixed to her ankles. She has a fire type chakra thanks to her demon, a dragon sealed within her body at birth. Her clan was in leauge with the Uchiha many years ago and fire style jutsus were traded among the clans. She is a close and mid range fighter depending on wether she uses taijutsu or ninjutsu.

History: When she was born, a dragon demon was sealed inside Minara's body. Like most other jinchuuriki, she was considered merely a weapon of her village.

It didn't take long for the elders to consider her more of a threat than an asset and ordered her assassination. She was only four years old. She hadn't done anything that would purposely hurt people, though being a child she let the anger leak out easily . The ones that accepted the assassination mission were her parents.

While they were tucking her in one night her mother pulled out a kunai and attempted to stab her in the gut. Her body immediately reacted and melted the kunai in her mother's hand. Her emotions got the better of her and before she knew it, half of the village was destroyed. She collapsed and the demon's chakra protected her through the rest of the night.

When she awoke, the still surviving ninja of her village were surrouning her with any weapons they had. They all melted before they could hit her. In a last resort to get rid of her they all opened their vests setting off paper bombs from every angle around her.

The demon's chakra took the form of a dragon and curled around her. She was blasted out of the village and even though she survived, she never found it again. She lived from place to place, learning to keep her emotions in check and never let her dark secret be found out. Then she ran into them...

Looks: Minara has pale white skin and deep black eyes and hair that she keeps open down to her waist. Though her demon is a dragon, she has large, catlike ears. Her style of dress is almost tribal. The dress she wears has leather straps around her neck and is mostly blue and brown and decorated with triangles. There is a large slit up the right side and the bottom is decorated with fringe while the arms go down to come to points at her hands. She carries a large, metal weight around her neck as a collar and two around her ankles. She wears black, thigh-high socks and shinobi sandals.


Name: Kataro Imuzumi

Age: 13

Personality: Cold, uncaring, strong, smart, detached from all people, seemingly heartless, stubborn

Abilities: Kataro can sense his opponent's chakra type and uses it to his advantage when in a battle. He uses his perception skills to come up with a battle plan that fits multiple situations. His chakra nature is lightning and he has a range of jutsu that he can combine with the natural elements around him to make for a more damaging attack. He is a mid range fighter so he can deal pretty well with any range opponent. He, like most shinobi, is best at his ninjutsu and can even use the weakest and most basic to his advantage.

History: It was the time of civil war in the village when Kataro was born. He was in training to be a ninja at a young age, dispite his mother's and father's protest. He was taught to be merciless no matter who he was fighting against. That's how things were in a civil war.

At home, he was a completely different person. He acted as a happy, young child should. He didn't have a care in the world. One thing that he easily forgot was that his home was not a safe haven. Bad things could still happen.

When he was six an attack of the opposing forces hit his part of the village. He tried to fight, but he was still too young. Houses were getting raided and nobody was being left alive.

His mother pulled him into a corner where a secret door would be activated when she combined his father's chakra with hers. He was coming to them when a kunai flew straight through his throat. Although he had had most of his emotions ripped out of him, Kataro was destroyed inside when his father was killed. He was his best friend.

His mother stood in front of him and took a fighting stance. Her dress was long enough to temporarily hide him from enemy eyes. She wasn't much of a fighter, but she could evade. Sadly, it wasn't enough. She was outnumbered at four to one.

Kataro died inside that day, but something new was born within him. Staring at his mother's and father's dead bodies, he felt an electric jolt go though him. He shivered and the enemy laughed. The jolt burst out of him from every availabe opening.

His house was comletely destroyed on the inside. Only one hole in the roof left any trace of damage from the outside.

He jumped out that hole and looked down into the carnage with a blank look on his face. He had no emotion left to spare. That day made him hate wartime, but it didn't mean that he wouldn't fight when he had to. He kept that in mind as he left the village...

Looks: Kataro has light skin and white, spikey hair. His eyes are a crimson red with no pupils-similar to the Hyugas. He has a blue and white shirt with a high, open collar and silver linings. He has a white sash draped over his back on his right shoulder and two small leather straps around his left. On his left hand he wears a blue, fingerless glove and on his right wrist he wears a white sweatband. He has white shorts with blue pocket linings. There is a pair of blue goggles that he wears on his head and he wears black shinobi sandals.


Name: Jakun Saaro

Age: 13

Personality: Loud, energetic, fast, quick thinker, loves the outdoors, funny, egotistic

Abilities: Jakun is able to quickly gather his surroundings and make an acurate analysis of what procedure should be taken to effectively gain the upper hand in a fight or escape if need be. He has an earth natured chakra and centers his jutsu around earth based attacks. His fighting style is that of a close range fighter and won't do well in a long range fight without something to bring his opponent into hand to hand combat. He excels in taijutsu and works best under pressure.

History: His whole life Jakun lived in the outdoors. His parents had built a cabin away from civilization. Yes, they were part of a village, but they enjoyed the solitude of the forest.

Jakun would play in the dirt and trees and streams that were oh so common in the wilderness. From watching and interacting with the animals he learned to act animalistic. If someting dangerous came along he would take the most appropriate action based on what the danger was and he would do it quickly.

His parents were proud of him and found no need to send him to the acadamy. Because of this decision, he never saw the village he was from. He didn't mind though. He loved the outdoors and would rather die than leave it for living among civilization.

He was practically an animal in everything he did. He learned effective ways to catch fish by watching bears and big cats from the trees, and what plants to avoid through watching the deer, and where the best small snacks like nuts and berries were by watching the birds and mice. He could live just fine without people. But he didn't know he would have to someday.

His parents went off on a hunting trip one day and never came back. He looked everywhere for them but couldn't find a trace of them even though he had become a skilled tracker over the years. He never did find out what happened to them.

They couldn't have just up and left on him. He knew they loved him too much to leave him behind and they only took their hunting supplies. Everyday he would go out looking for them and come back empty handed.

Of course he was doing fine as far as surviving alone, but he just couldn't take it. That forest had come to haunt him even though it was home. He grabbed what clothes and weapons he could carry and left. He didn't continue his searches for his parents. He didn't think that he could ever be close to people again. So much for that idea...

Looks: Jakun has slightly tanned skin and he has long-for a boy anyway-spikey, brown hair that's got a slightly reddish tint to it. His eyes are a dark brown-like wet earth. He wears an orange short-sleeved shirt and a gray jacket with a fur-trimmed hood. He has dark gray pants that go to mid-calf and he keeps a dog tag around his neck. His shoes are black shinobi sandals.


Lakaira's P.O.V.
Lakaira was walking through the forest with her brother, Naiko. Jaan and Tsuki were walking with them at their side. Sono was flying avove the trees and Tai was resting around Naiko's neck much like a loose scarf.

The area where the siblings had been staying was destroyed in a recent flood. That had caused a mudslide that they barely got out of alive. Thankfully, Lakaira transformed just in time to fly them out of there. That was about a week ago. They had covered quite a bit of ground since then.

They always had to move for one reason or another. After six years of travel, she had become used to it. She knew that it was tough on Naiko, but he was the most stubborn person she thought to be alive. He wouldn't let on how hard it was even if he was dying. Always putting on a brave and happy face.

The two were laughing about a joke Naiko told as they went along. Something about how the girls used to hate him. Lakaira kept her eyes peeled for any form of food. They had lost most of it in the flood and had to rely on scavanging until they came to the next village.

Soon the pair came across an apple tree. "Naiko! Apple tree ahead to the right!" the elder pointed out. The blonde looked in the direction his sister had pointed and smiled. He ran up to it and jumped, grabbing three apples.

"Here, catch!" he yelled, tossing her a fruit. She grabbed it and took a bite. "Jaan! Food!" he called. Jaan came over and took the apple from his hand while he bit into his.

Lakaira walked over to the tree where Naiko was sitting and sat down next to him. Tai slithered off his neck and into the brush to hunt. Tsuki crawled into a nearby stream and Sono let out a cry as he dove in the distance to catch the movement that caught his eye.

Kataro's P.O.V.
Kataro was moving east while eating one of the riceballs he had picked up in the last town he was in.

His hair was sticking in all directions from the electric pulses in his body, not that he cared that much. At least the hair was out of his eyes. He had your goggles around his neck, not caring to keep it on his head at the moment. Things had been pretty boring lately.

He was in a rut, following the same routine everyday. Get up, clean off in the stream nearby, go to town for food by working in a food bar, go back to camp and train, clean off again and go to sleep. Following the same pattern everyday was dangerous. It made you too predictable, and in battle that spelled death even for the strongest shinobi.

He was headed back to camp right now. An eagle's cry sounded in the distance. Weird, eagles didn't normally nest or live around this area. It could be a ninja's messenger bird, but that was highly unlikely.

Kataro shrugged to himself. It didn't matter to him since it was pretty far away and most likely wouldn even bring the ninja in his direction. He took another bite of the riceball and kept walking.

In a few minutes he was back at camp. His lunch was gone and he sat down to read a few ninja scrolls that he had picked up in town after his odd job. Now he was reading about chakra control and he thought he would give it a shot once he thought he could get his head wrapped around it.

Jakun's P.O.V.
He was jogging through the forest like he did everyday. There was a rusling to his right and Jakun glanced over at the squirrel that had made the noise. He reached into his pocket and tossed a few walnuts that he had picked up along his way. The rodent ran back into the brush.

Jakun sat down and leaned against a tree, smiling. Living in the outdoors for as long as he had, he would know that he only had to wait a few minutes before it came out again. It looked out and grabbed the nuts. Jakun smiled wider as it sat on its haunches and nibbled on what was supposed to be his snack.

He couldn't help it. Animals and the wild were more important to him than his own health if it wasn't life or death. If he was really hungry, he could hunt something down or go fishing in the river nearby.

After the squirrel was gone the boy got up and continued his jog. As usual, he was glancing left and right in a fit of animalistic paranoia. It's how he was brought up. Well, more so how he taught himself to be by observing the wildlife.

His path came to the river which he knew would open up again a mile or so upstream. Then he would be able to continue on the path. Jakun dove in and started his way against the current.

The underwater world was amazing. It's not like there were exotic fish or animals, but it was amazing all the same watching the plants sway with the current and the rocks tumble and the fish swim against the invisible force. He always swam like that. It was peaceful even if the surface was turmoil.

A few fish swam by and he watched them move. Then an eagle's talons swept through his hair and snatched one of the fish in front of him. He turned over and swam to the surface. He took a gulp of air as he watched the bird of prey fly off.

Minara's P.O.V.
Minara was sitting in a tree not far from a clearing, enjoying her lunch. The river nearby was stocked with fish in this area. With a sharpened stick and some fire jutsu, she was eating in no time.

When she inhaled, she scented something different. She sniffed at the air. It was saltier than usual. That meant rain was coming soon. She growled under her breath. The girl finished her fish and sighed. Leaping down from the tree, she grabbed her stuff and landed flawlessly.

An eagle called from somewhere behind her. It was probably fishing, but that didn't mean it was harmless. Shinobi generally used birds, so she was going to get out of there. She then turned in the direction of the clearing. There was shelter not too far off. It was best to be there and ready before she was caught in the downpour.

Minara really didn't like water all that much. It was an annoyance to her as a fire style user and it irritated the demon. It might not be able to drag her into its chamber very often, but it had a way of radiating its feelings and intentions to her.

Within a few minutes she was there. There was a boulder that had been hollowed out and good tree cover. She walked inside and dropped her things in the back end before going back to the forest to gather firewood. Just as she got back twenty minutes later, thunder sounded. She made a small fire pit and ignited the kindling getting ready to wait out the storm.