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[color=C78A2C]19 of age. A tall and lithe figure, intimidating to the average Hylian. Even among her fellow Gerudo sisters, Nadalia came to be quite the giant in comparison. A whopping 6'7" for a such a feminine form (Not considering the BoTW giantess variants), devoid of any muscular bulk like some of the more destructive commandos among the clan of thieves. Her hair appears to be more auburn than ginger, often appearing darker in colouring if not directly exposed to bright lights. She maintains the slightly pointed nose, but pointed slightly upward in a more porcine form. Finally, her eyes are as blue as the azure seas.
When deployed on any sort of duty, she will wear no armour with the exception of a [url=https://cdna.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/020/424/256/large/nyiccco-danzatrice.jpg?1567705775]helmet[/url]. The metal is light and tailored mostly for weak strikes and projectiles. Ultimately, she favours this item due to how it perfectly obscures her visage, something she's always done whether she's dancing or fighting.

[hider=A Dancer of Melancholy][youtube]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q3xQga-2LX4[/youtube][/hider]

[b]Gender:[/b] 
Female 

[b]Race:[/b] 
Gerudo

[b]Background: [/b]
Like many of the Gerudo sisterhood, Nadalia would grow up raised by the older members of the desert tribe, unknowing of the outside world. Things were changing however with every day passing. A King had been birthed by one of the tribe members, a rare occurrence said to happen every one hundred years. As such, the King's greatness and the era prosperity he would bring about were all she would ever hear about growing up, and thus all her aspirations were birthed from this enclosed environment.

Nadalia was tall, taller than most of her fellow Gerudo even in her teens. Establishing her as a warrior was the first thought that came through the minds of her elders. But surprisingly enough, it would be head elder Kotake that would enlighten the many of where Nadalia's true talents lied: Dancing. It had always been he favourite pass time after all. Along with physical training, she adored pushing the limits of her body and indulge in subtle rhythms from the tunes of her people.

Dancing for her King. Dancing for her people. Breathe new life to the arduous daily grind of the Gerudo desert. If it could relieve but a small burden from her king and her sisters, it was worth it for Nadalia. Never once would she see Ganondorf's visage, consistently obscured behind curtains, but with each of her dances, he stayed until the end. And every time she felt his gaze onto her, her stomach ran amok with butterflies.

When the day of the grand betrayal came to be, dancing no longer had its place. Every able hand was to wield a weapon and back up the Gerudo King. Nadalia was no different. As if Kotake had anticipated this the whole time, she had ensured that one of the tallest women in the tribe had such extensive control over her movements and body that few could rival her deadliness with the traditional blades of her people.

First came all those that directly opposed the King of Darkness. Then came the Nabooru sympathizers. Childhood friends. Long time teachers. Her very kin. They had to be wiped out if there was any doubt that they were loyal to the one and only entity to seize this world. The man that would allow a pure and soft wind to breathe life into Gerudo as she hoped her dance would have in the past. Her one and only King.

[b]Alignment:[/b] 
[color=440e62]Dark[/color]

[b]Likes:[/b] 
Dancing
Masks
Horses

[b]Dislikes: [/b]
Traitors
Poes
The Forest

[b]Skill:[/b] 
A Deadly Dance with Dual Scimitars*
*Enchanted Scimitars to represent the Gerudo Elders, Koume and Kotake. One emits frost, the other flames, but lack the magical power to be more than a light chill or warmth! (Basically aesthetics)[/color][/hider][/center]