<a class="postlink" href="http://mobi-wall.brothersoft.com/files/176220/k/12835185005032.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Isadora Krusik<br/>19 (human years)<br/><br/>Isadora sat at her bedroom window, enjoying the salty air that blew over the land and through her window from a not so far away ocean. She loved it here...much better than back home, where all that lay about were dead animals and savage fighting. Her father had sent her away just as soon as the rebilian had began, he didn't want his little princess to get hurt. Isadora knew, however, the purpose for her dismisal was so she coudln't be used agianst him by the renagades. A small sigh escape Isadora and she shook her head gently: it didn't matter much to her, she liked it here better. And besides, her cousin's were very gracious hosts. Later on today they were going to see the festivities that the gypsies would bring with them, and Isadora could harldy wait.<br/><br/>She was already garbed in her tradition clothes, her head ornamanted in her homeland fashion, so those would know, and recognize, that she was royalty from a far away place. All she was waitng for was the servents to send for her, so she would join her relatives. The girl placed her chin upon her hand and watched as the gypsies set up their stands, instruments, and platforms: excitement was coursing though her veins. Isadora was so lost in thought, that she barely noticed when a servent sent for her. She coudln't remember how she had arrived downstairs, but the next thing she knew, Isadora was wondering the streets with her younger cousin, Melinda (who was to be queen when she got older) admiring all the trinkets, instruments, dancers, and singers that were around. One in particular caught Melinda's gaze, and she drug poor Isadora over to his platform. At first, Isadora only rolled her eyes at her cousin's flirtasious sigh, the man she was watching was very attractive, not to mention a gypsy, and Melinda always wanted what she coudln't have. As Isadora watched, however, she was taken aback by his charming skill. Who was this man?