Primary Weapon-Katana,Wakazashi
Light Armor

TN to be hit : Base (15) + Armor (5) + Daisho Technique (5) = 25

Characteristics
Fire 2
 Agility 4
 Int 2
Air 3
 Reflex 3
 Aware 3
Water 2
 Str 2
 Per 3
Earth 2
 Stam 2
 Will 2
Void 2

Techniques
+5 TN w/ Daisho Technique
Glory 4 * # @
Honor 2.5 %

Wounds 4

Skills
Archery 2
Defense 2
Kenjutsu 4
Meditation 1
Shugenja Lore 1
Poetry 2
Lore-Maho Black Magic 1*
Etiquette 1
Horseback riding 1
Falconry 1
Iajitsu 1

Advantages
Ambidextrous 3
Elem Attune 1
Magic Resistance 2

Disads
Gullible -3
Lost Love -2
Phobia:bats -2
Driven -3

Heritage 2
%Ise Zumi Ancestor: 1 tatoo:Arrowroot, -1 Honor
*Battle of Sleeping River: 1 glory

Fortune 4
#Daughter of Daimyo: 1 glory

Deeds
Topaz Champion: +1 Honor, 8 EPs, 4k3 katana (given to Mirumoto Oriko)
Author, The Jade Chronicles Scroll 2: + 1 glory (given to Isawa)

Insight 124
Experience 28

Gear
2 swords - K&W
1 tanto
Yumi Bow
20 Arrows
 Ya 6
 AP 10
 Watakushi 2
 Karinata 1
 HB 1
Light Armor
Kimono
2 koku
1 Falcon

Appearance
Kaminari is a tall lanky girl with dark brown hair and eyes.  Her hair is tied in a braided ponytail.  She tends to dress
more formally than most Dragons, and wears a yellow headband with the Mirumoto mon stamped in the center.  She covers most of her body because the Arrowroot tatoo is drawn from her  chest and along her arms and legs.
Her wakazashi was forged by Agasha Raikou.

History

"To learn the true way
 One must light a lonely
 Path in the darkness."

It was a dark and stormy  night when Mirumoto Kaminari was born.  The skies resounded peals of thunder when she drew her first breath and cried.  Lord Sukune gave a wry smile during the unison of thunder and crying as he held his new born daughter in his arms.  "May you be known as Kaminari, one who sounds like thunder in these ears of mine.", he said  proudly.
It was known later on that a child was born on the same night to an  Agasha family.  Curiously, the child was called Raikou, after the lightning that split the cherry tree behind the family's house.  As if by design, the Fortunes fated that the paths of these two new lives would someday cross.
And so it came to pass that some children were playing Capture the Ninja among a group of natural rock formations along a rocky mountain side.  Among them was Kaminari, now seven years old.   The children  drew sticks to select who the ninja would be.  Kaminari, having drawn the shortest, was chosen as ninja.  All the children turned around and
started counting.  Kaminari ran into the rock formations.  She darted here and there for a good hiding place.   The children were almost done counting when she tripped and noticed a opening she hadn't seen before under a boulder.  She crawled in, thankful to find a hiding place as the sound of footprints started coming towards her.Anxious not to be found, she crawled further into the passage way only to discover too late that it lead to a steep downward slope.  She gave a yelp of surprise as she tumbled head over heels into the darkness.  When she finally stopped, she felt a throbbing pain in her left ankle.  She tried to stand up, only to hit her head on the low ceiling of the passage and on something else...
Suddenly, the room was filled with screeching and fluttering noises. Kaminari raised her hands the shield herself against whatever it was that was brushing against her body.  And as she peered into the darkness, she saw tiny motes of  red  moving around her.  She did not know how long she lay cowering and screaming in the
darkness.  All she knew that she had to get away, but her twisted ankle prevented her from scaling the incline.  When she came to her senses, she was in sunlight again, and cradled in the arms of one of the taller boys in the group.   She swallowed her fear and tried the remember his name.
"Shhh.. Ka-chan, it's alright now.  They're gone."  said the boy.
"What... what was that?"  she managed to gasp.
"Bats.   They won't scare you anymore."  he said firmly.
Suddenly, Kaminari felt very safe and she remembered.  "Thank you, Raikou-chan.  I feel safe now."
Then he gave her a smirk.  "You shouldn't be.  I just captured  a ninja."
Only later on did she realize that he captured more than that.
And so it came to pass that these two children grew fonder of each other.  Each lent their support during their studies together.  Kaminari eventually chose the Way of the Sword, and Raikou,
the Path of Elements.  However, Raikou was fascinated with swords and was reluctantly taught by a master swordsmith in Mirumoto Shiro.  Kaminari made sure that her lessons were finished by the time Raikou was dismissed by the swordsmith.
It was the eve of their fourteenth year that Raikou met her at the empty dojo where she was meditating.  Raikou stood at the doorway, just outside the reach of the pouring rain.  He was drenched, and refused to come in.
"I have something to give you, Ka-chan."  he pulled out a wrapped bundle from within his inner kimono.  Kaminari unwrapped the bundle and beheld a simple tanto.  She looked at the hilt and  noted the swordsmith's signature.
"You made this?"  she asked.
"Yes."  he replied.  Curious, she unsheated the blade.  Lightning flashed across the sky, and highlited the metal of the blade.  She squinted her eyes and read the blade again.  She looked up to him.
"Yes."  she replied as thunder boomed in the distance.
And so it came to pass that Lord Sukune gave his blessing to the engagement of Kaminari and Raikou.
It is said that deep in the Mountains lived the Sisters of Fate.  And that they hold in their hands the threads of  life.  No one knows whose threads  will be cut short and whose threads will be woven in the tapestry of history.
It was a bright and sunny day when Kaminari accompanied Raikou on a scouting trip in the mountains.  His fellow shugenjadid not mind her coming along.  They scoured the mountain side for certain herbs.  Kaminari was silently admiring the  landscape below when a half naked man leapt from behind a boulder and threw her to the ground.  Kaminari felt a rib snap and a shoulder dislocate as she hit the rocky ground.  The man kicked her lower back.  Kaminari screamed as pin pricks of
pain travelled down her legs and numbed them.  The man was about to pounce on her when a large blur rammed into him.
The man rolled on the ground but manage to roll onto his feet.  Kaminari saw that he was bald, with something like a lizard kissing his face and hugging his body was tatooed on his skin.  But she also saw the man leap, grab onto her would be rescuer, Raikou, and threw him to the ground.  And then she saw the man kick Raikou in the ribs, and on the head several times.  Suddenly, the man was enveloped in flame.  With a scream, he leapt over some boulders and was gone.  In the distance, she heard their companions calling their names.
Quickly, she crawled to Raikou.  His eyes blinked and saw her. Weakly, he drew his half-drawn sword.  "To pro - tect you...", he said as he laid the sword in front of her.  Then his hand
grew limp and his head sagged to the side.
"Raikou?"   she called out as she crawled closer.  But the eyes that looked back were empty.  "Raikou!"  she screamed.  She
reached out with her good arm and touched his hand.  And then she prayed and hoped against hope she wan't too late.   But she didn't feel pain from her tatoo.   With a great cry of grief,
she knew.
She did not know how long she grieved at Agasha Hall when she felt a firm hand on her shoulder.  Lady Agasha met her gaze
with sympathy but with resolution.   "The flower dies so that the tree will give fruit."  she says softly and nodded towards the vigil altar to Agasha Raikou.  She takes her hand and places a scroll in her hand.  "You are young, and will still have many paths ahead of you."  She  left quietly.  Kaminari broke  her father's seal and read the summons to observe the Topaz Championship.  She stood up and walked to the platform where Raikou's body lay.
"By the sword that you forged, I swear that I will avenge your death.  Or die trying."  She turned and left for Mirumoto
Shiro.
When she returned to her quarters, she took her ink bowl and set it in front of her.  Then she unsheathed his tanto.  She cut off her body length of hair to slightly below her shoulders and braided it in the way the Raikou did his.  She set the blade against her wrist and cut.  Her blood oozed from the wound and dripped onto the blade and finally, into
the ink bowl.
"With this blade, we are now one.  I will always share my life with you."  she whispered.  She withdrew the blade and watched her tatoo gather around the wound and healed it.  Then she picked up a brush and wrote on a fresh scroll.
"Though lightning is gone
 Thunder can not be silent.
 Let it be heard here.

So begins the Chronicles of Mirumoto Kaminari, 1st day in
the month of the Dragon, the 22nd year of his Imperial
Majesty, Hantei the 38th."

And so Kaminari set herself on a new and lonely path.