Mikka Chino was wandering through the woods trying to figure out what she was going to do next with her life. Her village, The Hidden Stone Village, never appreciated her abstract painting and even tried to stifle it. So she left. She wanted to belong somewhere.
Her teal hair was pulled back into a single long braid and her magenta eyes scanning the area as she walked. Her crossed out Stone Village headband kept her bangs our of her face. Her paint-stained white undershirt was only barely visible underneath her purple v-neck t-shirt, both of which clung to her curvy figure. Her black yoga pants hugged her hips and flared out slightly at the bottom. Her kunai pouch was on her right leg and her paints were in a pouch that sat at the small of
Her teal hair was pulled back into a single long braid and her magenta eyes scanning the area as she walked. Her crossed out Stone Village headband kept her bangs our of her face. Her paint-stained white undershirt was only barely visible underneath her purple v-neck t-shirt, both of which clung to her curvy figure. Her black yoga pants hugged her hips and flared out slightly at the bottom. Her kunai pouch was on her right leg and her paints were in a pouch that sat at the small of