<br/><div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/cst108-gypsy-woman.jpg)</div><div style="text-align: right;">Nadia Lyubitshka     <strong>:Name</strong><br/>Early morning (7.30AM)<strong>:Time</strong><br/>Fort protecting the portal <strong>:Location</strong><br/>all  <strong>:Tagged</strong></div><br/>Leaving her kin was the hardest thing she had ever done in her young life, they weren't just her friends, they where family, they where also the only thing she had ever known. Only the men folk ever left the caravan to trade with outsiders as the women had a reputation that would make interaction with other men.. difficult. Every day would be filled with sounds and kids running everywhere, wives scolding their husbands in public even over intimate matters like how he stumbled into their wagon to drunk to get it up, of course much to the amusement of other men who knew the poor sap would be in for hell for a few days. Every night they would gather around the fire, eat the dinner all the women had prepared together, sing songs, dance, tell tales of the past (most of them grossly exaggerated) and of course watch the kids play, the young couples try and court eachother in the midst of this insanity. But.. to everyone.. this was home. Every one of them would lay down their life for each other, and every woman was as well guarded by the men as if she was his own sister.<br/><br/>And now she was all alone in the wilderness, with only a small dagger and her magic to protect her. Of course it was a great honor to have been chosen and yet, she slowly turns to look back with a little sad tear in her eyes. "I will make you all proud.. may Mother Nature protect you all" she mumbles as she hikes her heavy backpack up higher, the pots and pans clanging against each other. Of course she wouldn't count on any of the other Champions could cook worth a damn, she had heard about outsiders food. So tasteless and bland, real food would set a fire in your belly and make the day afterwards and adventure!<br/><br/>As the ruined temple looms in front of her she finds her steps faltering and she stops to look at her reflection in a little still pond. Her long raven black hair tied up with a colorful ribbon, her multicolored many layered dress flowing around her body hiding her curves somewhat. The long trek clearly showing in her tired face but she steels herself for the last few steps and with one hand on her dagger and the first words of her shield spell in her mind she walks through the portal.<br/><br/>As she staggers out on the other side she collapses down on all four, the travel through the magical gate hitting her mental barriers like a hammerblow. She can feel the corruption swirling in the very air, this place is.. wrong! The sound of battle further reinforcing this to her as she desperately staggers up on her high heeled boots and just shakes her head at the insanity of it all. So much corruption everywhere, even the guardians carry it in them with their horse like bodies.<br/><br/>"charmed to meet you too" she mutters and turns to greet the other champions gathered.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Gem Count;</strong> <br/><strong>Corruption Level;</strong><br/><strong>Loot;</strong>  <br/><strong>Equipment;</strong>Spices, spare clothes and cooking utensils<br/><strong>Transformations;</strong>  <br/><strong>Advantages;</strong> Very Beautiful, Voice, Magical Aptitude 3<br/><strong>Disadvantages;</strong> Honesty, Pacifism (Self Defense), True Bisexual</div></div>