[right][heading][color=white][big][color=black]"[/color][color=gray] I'm just a Stranger here . . . [/color][color=black]"[/color][/big][/color][/heading][/right]

[center][color=gray][indent][indent][justify]Just another face in the crowd. Here one week and gone the next. Not turning up again for the next three weeks in the next city over. Rinse and repeat. She's just like the smoke from her cheap cigarettes, she goes wherever the wind takes here, and like smoke she's always around where there's fire. Whether it be a small little blaze or a roaring inferno, she just appears out of the woodwork whenever there's something interesting going on like it was the most natural thing in the world. Nobody knows where she came from, her answer to that question changing at least once or twice a day depending on who she's talking to. All that is certain about her is that she's been around more places than you'd think humanly possible. Someone somewhere has always seen her, even if only for a moment out of the corner of their eye. Everyone has their suspicions about what she's doing travelling around and where she's really going, with how many times she's dodged death and how she's nigh impossible to track they'd be crazy not to, but to be honest nobody seems to know a solid thing about her, and that's just how Traveller likes it.[/justify][/indent][/indent][/color][/center]

[center][img=148734]Gypsy[/img][/center]