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Post by Krimson on Jan 14, 2007 14:19:20 GMT -5
On the outskirts of the village is the farm that Krimson and Imown grew up on. Soon after she discovered her father died she came to burn it down. Shortly after she became a Chunin she came back a rebuilt it. If anyone needed a place to stay she will allow it but steal from her or try and harm anything and the consequences are high
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Post by Krimson on Jan 14, 2007 17:28:32 GMT -5
A red headed sand ninja sat in a chair on the porch of the simple, humble farm. in her lap was her blade, Kakuo's Fang, and in her hand was a cloth she was using to polish it. her name was Krimson Negua. her blank expression refected back at her in the mirror like blade of the Scythe. a slight wind rushed pass her, causing her bright red hair, like her father Gaara's, to whip wildly in the wind looking like fire. her eyes drifted upward to the road that lead to the sand village, looking for an travelers
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