: Sierra Del'un VitraAge
: 450 years upon death. In her new life, Sierra appears to be in her early 100's. Compared to humans, Sierra would appear to be in her early 20's.Gender
: Sierra is beautiful, even by elven standards. She stands at a solid 6 feet tall with long legs and a slender frame. Well not particularly curvy, her athletic form and pale soft looking skin would look good in either armor or a dress. The girl possesses long dark purple hair that she prefers to keep loose around her shoulders and would drape down most of her back. Her keen blue eyes appear full of life and betray her intelligent mind. Her features are immaculately clean, showing that she takes pride in her looks and takes care of herself. She rarely smiles and is often considered too serious for her own good.
In attire, Sierra would much rather wear a good suit of armor over a dress any day, but that does not mean she is without a distinguishing sense of fashion. In general, the elven archer prefers to wear scale mailed tunics and tight fitting leather pants or shorts. Because of the need to constantly position herself, the elf warrior prefers a sturdy pair of leather boots or sandals as opposed to stronger armored boots.
Upon her rebirth, Sierra would be wearing what she was buried in - a rather ancient looking and regal dress and golden high heels. Of course, the material has not faired well and is rather faded and tattered.Profession
: Former royal guard to the princes.Equipment
: A longbow awaits her in the tomb of the Heroes as well as a ring from her ancient family line.History
: Perhaps the hero from longest ago, Sierra is a figure long forgotten in history. She lived in the time of the ancient Elven Empire that spanned vast lands. Growing up as a noble, the elf girl knew little of struggle or despair and had every desire taken care of. Her parents, close friends and nearly family to the king, always had Sierra attended royal dances and social events at the castle. However, Sierra wished to be more than just another woman in a dress and never enjoyed the empty words of the ladies of the court. Instead, Sierra preferred to spend time with the princes, six in total all the same age. Because of her parent's close alliance with the king, Sierra grew up a close friend of all six Elven princes and in her youth had a crush on more than one over the years.
It was because of this close alliance between the two families that when Sierra joined the royal army she was quickly advanced to a member of the crown prince's personal guard - a role that her parents were assured would mean she would never be in danger. Despite attaining her rank through family ties, Sierra showed an aptitude for combat, particularly with ranged weapons. Over the years of her service to the crown, Sierra grew to become a marksman of renown within the kingdom and it was rumored that she never missed. With her parent's financial backing, the respect of her fellow warriors, and the awe of the people, Sierra was living the life.
With the death of the king, things could not have changed any more dramatically. Tensions between the six sons before the king's untimely death were already high and each had tried to prove his superiority over his kin for years. It was only a matter of time before each tried to claim the crown for himself - erupting the once peaceful kingdom into a war of a hundred years. Sierra owed her allegiance to the crown and to each of the princes. This cross pulling of her loyalties made the warrior doubt herself, especially considering how she saw her one time friends now were tearing the land apart all in desire for a crown.
Instead of assisting any of the princes and betraying the others, Sierra spent her days assisting the people of the fractured realm. She spent the next hundred years of the war protecting the weak, or preventing one prince from gaining an unfair advantage over the other. While Sierra was well known before the war, it was her attempts to keep the peace and prevent more widespread bloodshed that truly earned her reputation. Had she been a daughter of the king, perhaps she might have been suggested to become Queen in place of the violent-prone princes.
After many years of war and unmoving battle lines, it was clear that none of the princes would be able to overcome the other. Much to Sierra's relief the elvish princes eventually decided to call the war off and to simply found their own nations. Sierra, as an old friend of the brothers, was invited to the meeting to settle the dispute. However, before the meeting started, Sierra and her small band of warriors received news of some dark force attempting to disrupt the peace settlements. What's more, only years before Sierra had heard rumors that this same unnamed dark force had been responsible for engineering the death of the king. Loyal to the crown even after all these years, Sierra met the evil force with her small band of warriors.
Nobody truely knows what happened in the battle against this unknown evil. Days after it happened scouts found would find the bodies of Sierra, her warriors, and countless monsters surrounding them. Surely enough though, Sierra's efforts had prevented the monster army from disrupting the peace talks, enabling the princes to come to peace and the realm to return to tranquility once more. She, along with her band of friends, were buried with respect at the site of where the meeting had occurred. The shrine and tomb over her resting place has long since disappeared with time. The only thing remaining was the name of the forest clearing - Sierra Hill.