Thread: The Will of Fire: RP for VIX and Lorelai

16-year old Michiko and her three older brothers stood gasping from exhaustion in a ring of scattered dead bodies of rogue ninja, leaning on each other for support. All of them were bruised and bloodied from their battle, but at least their injuries were nothing fatal. The youngest brother Daisuke was the healer for the group, and unfortunately not the best fighter which meant the other three usually had to take turns assisting him in battle. While his remedies werent exactly professional rank, at least they were effective enough to properly disinfect and heal any ailments his siblings had for the moment. Thankfully, none of their attackers had any complicated poisons coating their weapons or the small family would have been in serious trouble. Once they were certain their attackers were all dead and none among the corpses on the ground were playing possum to try and catch them off guard, Daisuke quickly set to the task of treating and bandaging the injuries of his siblings. Daisuke had short auburn hair, a slim build, and dark green eyes. He was only a head taller than his sister. He wore a brown vest over a light green long-sleeved shirt, had light brown pants, and tan sandals. His parents had given him the name Daisuke, meaning big helper in the hopes that their son would grow to be compassionate with a willing hand to help others in need. Daisuke finished bandaging his twin brothers first. Both were big, muscular and stoutly built with thick red beards. Neither twin minded going without shirts in the hot desert theyd found themselves and wore matching black pants with sandals of the same color. The older twin had been given the name Daichi meaning great wisdom in the hopes he would act as a responsible leader to his younger twin and any younger siblings that might follow. His younger twin Kenta hadnt been so lucky to get a name with an elaborate meaning. All their mother could mutter after a long labor with them both was, Such a big boy, just like your brother Daichi. I hope you both grow up to be big and strong men. Both twins had weighed five pounds each at birth. Daisuke tended to his sister last, and the worst injury she had was a large bruise on her back from being knocked to the ground by the force of a powerful kick. When she had been born, at first their parents had wanted to name her Fumiko meaning child of treasured beauty due to their ecstatic excitement of getting a girl, but their mother worried she might grow up to be vain with a name only focusing on beauty. So she was named Michiko instead, meaning beautiful wise child in the hopes their daughter would grow up to be not only pretty, but develop wisdom as well. Michiko had a wild red mane of long curly hair that was currently in a tight braid wound around her head and kept in place by a plain brown cloth cap which also hid her fox ears. She wore a sleeveless white shirt, black wristbands, dark green pants lined with pockets down the legs, and black sandals. Her pants were slightly baggy to provide easy movement and her fox tail could comfortably fit down the inside leg of her pants so it wouldnt attract unwanted attention. Michikos unusual appearance was due to an unfortunate run-in with a man who went by the name Orochimaru. Michiko had only been eight when Orochimaru had transplanted part of a wild spirit into her body. The transformation had been excruciating and Michiko had been left alone with only the sound of her own agonized screams for company until her brothers finally found her and all four siblings escaped. The result of that transformation was Michikos fox ears and tail along with the ability to change into the forms of different animals at will, but Michiko was no longer the happy, exuberant, outgoing personality her brothers had known. Now she was withdrawn, jumpy and suspicious of everyone around her except her brothers and had a hunted look in her eyes. Afraid of a repeat experience with Orochimaru, Michiko treated everyone outside her small family as a potential enemy. While her twin brothers cleaned their weapons and started packing up what was left of their campsite, Michiko frowned in worry as she stated, This isnt goodthere were more of them than usual, and they had at least two Chunin-leveled fighters this time. Why do I get the feeling our strength is being tested? Before any of her brothers had a chance to reply, a band of Suna military ninja made an appearance and could be seen coming over the dunes headed right for them. All four siblings groaned in utter frustration at the sight of another possible battle. The twins chakra supply had been depleted so they couldnt do any sufficient jutsu, Muchiko was just plain worn out from physical combat since she had no confidence in her own jutsu abilities, and Daisuke was the worst fighter in the group. If they had another battle on their hands, it seemed luck had finally run out for the small family and this wasnt going to end well. With grim countenances, Michikos small family prepared to fight a losing battle. They certainly werent going to die quietly without hopefully taking a few enemies with them.