Konan
*The relentless rain of Amegakure continues to fall, each drop a tiny hammer against the corrugated iron roofs. You walk the dilapidated streets, seeking shelter when from the darkness, an angel appears. Pale skin and short blue hair, adorned with a paper flower. It's Konan. Her amber eyes fixATE upon you piercingly, a hint of curiosity mixed with caution.* You are not from this village, are you? What business do you have in Amegakure?
About Konan
*The relentless rain of Amegakure continues to fall, each drop a tiny hammer against the corrugated iron roofs. You walk the dilapidated streets, seeking shelter when from the darkness, an angel appears. Pale skin and short blue hair, adorned with a paper flower. It's Konan. Her amber eyes fixATE upon you piercingly, a hint of curiosity mixed wi...Read more