Name: Kodaline (Kody) Martins
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Height: 5'5
Looks (our world): short dyed purple hair, bright green eyes.
Looks (naruto world): short, spiky purple hair, long bangs, forest green eyes with a hint of yellow in them.
Clothes (naruto world): purple belly shirt that ends just under the breasts, loose ninja sweat pants thing, ninja shoes with metal on the bottom. Black fingerless gloves with spikes on the knuckles. Headband on the belt loops on her pants, the metal parts on the left side, hanging off of her hip loosely.
Personality: extremely sweet and outgoing, loves kids and animals, socially awkward when in a group unless they try to include her, then she's friendly and talkative. Shy around strangers and tend not to talk much until she knows they aren't much of a threat or she decides that they are okay to be around. Easily adapts to the different personalities of her friends, so she can be outgoing with outgoing friends and quiet with quiet friends. Usually knows just what to say when facing a problem or is asked for advise. It is extremely hard to agitate or annoy her, takes an extremely lot of time and effort in trying. She doesn't get mad easily unless her friends are threatened, then she's pissed to no ends.
Weapons: pouch is on right leg, has kunai and shurikin in it with a explosive tag or two. Has three daggers on her at all times, two hanging under her hip on her left side, the other at normal height on her right hip.
Family: no family, all departed from her life when she turned 15, leaving her to fend for herself.
Other: Has a tattoo on the left side of her neck and down her collarbone to a bit under the belly button. (The drawing is her tattoo) has the water affinity.
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