Name: Yukimura, Naoki
Age: 8.
Height: 4ft 11in.
Weight: 63 lbs.
gender: Male.
Physical Appearance:A bit tall for an 8 year old, Yukimura's slender frame allows him to maneuver around the lonely drops of snow falling upon the Lightening Country. His complexion is darkened from indulging in the treasured sunlight of the early summers and from not being able to shower much unless it rains. His hair is green and his eyes are an innocent dark brown. Yukimura's face is decorated with blueish green markings that wraps itself around his check and stops at the bridge of his nose. His clothing are old rags, a black scarf protecting his neck from winds and from a fever, a torn brown sweater that says "Power' on the front in blue writing, and old ripped blue jeans that barely reach his ankles.
Mental Description: A very quiet child, Yukimura is infatuated with freedom but is very timid when he is surrounded by unfamiliar faces. Underneath the shell of this 8 year old orphan child is a talented goofball, he barely has friends so he often makes jokes to himself. He often relies on empathizing with stray animals in the streets to release the psychosis that often plagues the mind of the orphans. Beneath the torn rags on Yukimura's back beats a heart made of gold, and even though the kid lacks a silver spoon he still smiles at the world and thinks of his reward as the golden sunbeams of summer time.
Back story: The first 6 years of Yukimura's life has been a blur, he never came to know his parents and often lived with his aunt who's lifestyle was not suited for an infant. His aunt's nomadic ways pushed the two residents of Raiden’s Eye eastward towards The city of Nikkei where they found refuge in a small cottage that was paid for by his uncles military benifits. When the boy would ask his aunt about his family his aunt would always place a cigarette between her dark and chapped lips and utter
"another time kid".
around the age of 7 the kid started having reoccurring nightmares of himself falling off of a mountain and landing on a cloud that smelt like cigarette smog and as he would go to hold his breath from the toxic fumes the clouds would release the child into a cold ocean on booze thus waking him up.
"I dream of blood sometimes"
Yukimura would confess to the stray cats that he would befriend while he was on secret ninja missions to the market for his aunt. He figured it was nothing just a reaction to him staying up late and watching that old television show about medical ninjas in the village. One evening the boy was hurrying home from his daily market visit with tomatoes and onions for his aunt. The thought of the food she was making made him speed up, with his heart racing and mind going faster he thought about the possibilities of her making his favorite; tomato soup with bread on the side. Yukimura burst through the door to find that old familiar smell of tobacco smoke evaporating in the air. He ran into the kitchen of the old charity cottage and saw his aunt seated around the kitchen table with her head on the table. She was a deep sleeper.
"Wake up!!".
yelled the boy with his voice beginning to crack. His aunt didn't seem to move as he crept closer, he gave her small fragile body a gentle shake. Her lack of movement prompted him to pick her head up. Her face was pale and her lips were purple with spots of dried blood on her lips and cheeks. he checked the pulse in her neck and wrist as he learned on the tv show. She was pronounced dead the next day by the local medical unit and ever since that day the kid has been roaming the City of Nikkie for scraps of food and sunlight. his aunt always told him once he turned 8 she would make him join the academy, so the kid took it upon himself to send his application in.
