Lake 16 Outgoing, optimistic, but dead serious I it comes to a fight. Fast, skinny, and is extremely good at dodging. Can do fast, needling attacks and can throw weapons with a keen accuracy. Wears cargo shorts ad a white t-shirt, with a baseball cap. Tan skin, green eyes.
A determined yet tired set of eyes. A pair of dust coated arms and legs colored with bruises from stumbling. Wearing his two week old shirt and tattered shorts, Hokaido surveyed the area. It was as barren as a desert, but there was only crackled soil. Looking for tracks, he was relieved to find some. In these past days, Hokaido's natural black hair had become sandy brown thanks to the barren world. His skin was darkening because of the sun. He thirsted... He wanted to survive. iZaln
Lake followed the tracks, treading silently as to not alert the boy he was following. His mouth watered, parched to the core. His voice was more cracked than the desert. The boy had water. He came closer to the boy, and salivated. The boy had water He winced as a twig snapped beneath his feet. Lake's target whirled around, and they commenced to a fight.