Name: Kymir
Nicknames:

Village: Death
Rank: Death Child/Hybrid

Age: 1
Height: 2'3
Weight:15 pounds
Apperance:
Gender: Male

Clan: None

Family History: Kymir doesn't know anything about his family. All he knows about them is a note that was left for him in his bag. It read:

Kymir,

Forgive me for all that I have done,
by leavng you to a life of long hardship,
but you'll need it in order to survive the upcoming,
years because I have found that you are very
special, and you shall shape this world.

Sign, Your Sweetly Beloved

Character History: Kymir is only one year old, but he's got alot of history. First off he lives in an old abandoned house living off of any food he can steal or find. The place is really old so when it rains it leaks all over the place and his so called bed is a torn up matress and his sheets are nothing more than towels. Kymir doesn't train as a ninja either cause he hasn't really had that thought cross his mind yet. As for everything else, he's just a lonely kid living on the streets and doing what it takes to survive.

Personality: Kymir is really bad because he's got no discipline. He steals, fights, and caused chaos and mayhem. He's got no education, but he likes to read when he can and he spends alot of his days working up on his home. Kymir has a bad temper, and loves to fight, especially when someone ticks him off.



RP Sample: Kymir walked down the village with his hands shoved in his pockets. The village was out and about doing there thing, which meant he could do his thing as well. As a guy walked past him he took his hands out hi pockets and bumped into th guy. "Watch it kid," said the guy. Kymir shrugged. "Loser," he said as he walked on. He then continued up the street until he saw a food stand. Slowly he walked up like a causal kid, hands in his pockets and then he swiped a peice of bread and took off, well attempted to because someone had grabbed his shirt. "Let' go of me!" Kymir screamed.

Approved!