Adama Saadia was the sort that took all things in stride and as a way to learn, so it had been ever since she'd been found by her mentor during that one cold night back in Jerusalem. Where she'd been discovered as a diamond in the rough, one with talent in the martial arts as it were. She'd learned Akido, Jiu Jitsu and Judo. She wasn't the biggest or buffest woman around, but Adama could make up for it in more ways than one. Recently her travels had taken her to LAW, her mentor having parted ways with her stating she must commence her own journey. While Adama was more than content to simply depart Japan at any time a part of her was wanting to give this land a shot.
LAW had been welcoming towards the siren of the sands, actually even giving her a room to sleep in and use as a base. Adama was quite surprised, given how often she'd spend time in train freighters at the best of times. Regardless the busty albino would have a match booked for her against a man by the name of Isaiah Bowen, sounded American by her rough estimations. Being new to the land Adama hadn't really much of an idea of what this person was like. Regardless she'd honour her mentor here tonight and give this man the fight of his life.
She was dressed in a ragged white dress, cut in places to show her frame. Adama wasn't really the sort that commented on her body however, preferring to simply carry on with fighting more than anything else. Besides she was more a fan of her entrance gear, a custom made black and gold leather veil of sorts that Adama made herself following a trip with her mentor to Saudi Arabia. It was her most prized possession even, the attire was topped off with bandages adorning her left leg for some fashionable separations of sorts. Overall she very much looked like a mystical fortune teller from the far east to say the least.
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After getting the call that it was time to make her way to the ring Adama would breathe deeply as she could hear the tunes of her opening song of sorts, known as Kokoro Magic A To Z with Adama emerging from the curtain in a manner befitting that of an Arabian dancer of sorts. Her expression remained neutral as she performed, the siren having practised this form of dancing well before ahead of time.
Before long she'd strut down the ring and sit atop the apron and raise an arm high up into the air, as if he sought the one star in the dark desert night that would guide her to victory here tonight. Followed by her sliding into the ring and sitting atop a ring corner with her legs crossed, her veil concealing most of her facial features as the siren awaited her opponent for tonight.......