Kana-Mi <3 Blodreina

Physical age: 18; Kana's appearance can be easily described as a deadly, yet captivating woman. Her crimson hair that falls a little past her shoulders, and her piercing predator gaze would perhaps give off an intimidating demeanor. But some find it more interesting when a woman looks as if she bites back. The way she holds herself with confidence makes her beguiling in the eyes of others. If there was anything that was to make her seem less intimidating, it was her small petite size in comparison to the others around her.

Kana's attire is always the shade of the night sky, pitch black. She wears fitted clothing with the usual hooded shawl or cloak, with combat boots that extend up her legs. Both her ears are decorated with cuffed ornaments of pure silver. With the occasional hairstyle of a few braids woven with beads and raven feathers. Her left arm is fully engraved with the inking of mysterious kanji art from her fingertips to her shoulder.

A very mysterious woman with very few words. Kana spent most of her life alone, growing accustomed to isolating herself from others. She rarely speaks of her passions or intent, but that doesn't stop her from being a smooth flirt if in the right mood. When it comes to trust, Kana has very little to give. It takes a lot to win her loyalty over.

A calm - collective attitude with hardly a drop of expression to give away her inner thoughts. She puts on the face of a true hunter. One that can't easily be broken or tamed. Sometimes fueled with a devious predatory intent when performing a dangerous task.

Kana's childhood started within the walls of Kirigakure. . or so she thought. The parents who disowned Kana due to her foolish sister's own acts were never her true bloodkin and their actions was proof enough. They had been her guardians through young childhood, but that soon left her outside the walls of Kirigakure with no path and no faith. So now Kana searches aimlessly; either for her true destiny that is guided by the special curse that runs through her veins, the very curse given by her Mother of the seven, or for a good drink.

- Lilina Crimson