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Sierra Iclosis

"A whisper can change the world."

0 · 334 views · located in Liberty Base Alpha A

a character in “A Gifted World”, as played by ianna_334

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Full Name: Sierra Iclosis

Nicknames/Aliases: Siren

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Loyalty: Liberty - Espionage Trainee


Gift:
-Sound Manipulation
-Astral projection + tethering ability = spirit form


Description: Sierra is sixteen and just starting to grow into her new height and curves. Blonde and blue eyed, she is finally the same height as her elder sister and very pleased about the fact. She’s well aware of the attention her looks get her, and is especially practised at looking cherubically innocent or pouting sweetly. Her hair is long and straight, and her eyes are large with long lashes. She is very fair, fit as all Trainees must be, and keeps her hair up in a bun or a braid when she’s working, which is most of the time. Sierra has very good posture and walks with her back ramrod straight. When annoyed, she places her hands on her hips, while when shy, she crosses them in front of her stomach defensively. Even when down, her hair is always kept clear of her ears.


Personality: Sierra is dedicated to Liberty. and is extremely hardworking and serious about moving up the ranks. She simultaneously envies and idolizes Sera, hoping to one day show that she is just as good as her sister. Beneath it all, however, is a strong sisterly bond, so she’s been left on shaky ground after Sera’s betrayal of Liberty. This has only strengthened her resolve, as she must now prove that more than ever, she is not her sister. Sierra is very friendly and a romantic at heart, believing in true love. She is loyal to both friends and faction.


Skills:
-Great singer
-Very good with use and extended use of her gift
-Focused and dedicated
-Clever
-Good with guns AND knives (Ha, take that, Sera!)
-Can use her sound manipulation in spirit form


Weaknesses:
-Physically unimposing and not as fast as Sera
-Gifts don’t have defensive applications


Brief History: Sierra was brought to Liberty at the age of 3 and so barely remembers her parents. She was protected by her sister from some of the harsher elements of Liberty training until she was ready to deal with them. She idolized Seraphina, but as she became older also began to feel a bit jealous and wish to prove she could be just as great of an agent. She has watched her sister and the consequences the elder girl suffered for failure cemented her own loyalty with a desire to avoid such punishment.
Sierra was shocked and horrified to be brought back from a long stasis only to learn that her sister had betrayed Liberty and run off with those who caused Sierra’s apparent death, and when she was given the chance to join a fast track to espionage, she threw herself into the work. She is determined to reawaken Seraphina and bring her sister back to her side.’


Other:
-She loves to sing
-Has a sneaky manipulative side, fitting an espionage trainee
-Walks very quietly

So begins...

Sierra Iclosis's Story

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“I apologize for my lateness!” the door slid open again, admitting the last member of the mission team. “I was only told I’d be physically participating in this meeting a quarter before time!” The girl who entered was on slightly lower heels than Beretta, dressed in a silky bright blue gown. This gown practically exploded in streamers every time she moved, long ribbons floating into the air at the slightest shift, especially from the sleeves.

The girl loved it, though she’d never admit it to anyone whose opinion she cared about.

“May I ask for a repeat of today’s task, sir?” Sierra curtsied to Canvas. Her part in the mission was reconnaissance and vocal aid if necessary, in line with her powers. That they wanted her to join he session was quite strange, but she wasn’t complaining. Hovering as a ghost for hours whose only job was to speak when necessary wasn’t much fun. She looked at the bottles curiously, especially the glittery one.

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Beretta’s eyes could find no safe place to linger. The vacancy of Mimic’s mask left no foothold, and Canvas’s loose, flip attitude flooded her with trepidation at sampling any substance he had imbibed. Mayday was the worst of all, of course: His stone-sharp face made her nervous to fail, and the rest of him filled her with something she could not pinpoint, but rather wanted to kick firmly back down into wherever hole it had been dredged up from. It was anxious and dizzy; lightheaded warmth flirting unease in the pit of her being with no intent to move.

Mostly embarrassment, really.

She finally settled on staring at the Supervisor after all, though in all truth she was staring through him, and further on into the wall behind him. There was a motion sensor lodged in it, shiny and metal and watching their every move from its little hiding space.

She watched it right back: A small consistency in her new world of sparkle, beguilement, and barefaced adulthood.

Fresh heat rose against her neck as she listened to the full training brief.

Just drink.

She broke from the monitor to watch the faces of her counterparts once more, assessing if this was a trap or a trick. Canvas had taken the mission to heart already, Mimic was unreadable, and Mayday was…

… Well, Mayday.

”Yes, sir, I—“ Beretta clapped a hand over her mouth at Canvas’s remark, violet eyes now fixed on the floor. Mayday had spent a good bit of practice on not looking preposterous, and she did not want to be caught giggling in any kind of agreement with the Supervisor. “Ahem- Ack. Ekch-“ she moved her hand and tapped on her chest as she turned back to face the table. “Sorry. I am having something in my- Uhm.”

She looked like an idiot. ”Stupid girl,” she could hear Colt chide, and she snatched a slender glass from the table with quaking fingers. Her free hand poured a sizeable helping from the opened bottle Canvas had just set down.

It had a warm, calming aroma that floated from the glass even as she poured; flowery and pale like the park gardens in the laziest heat of summer.

Her trepidation multiplied as the heady scent wafted up to greet her, but she fought it down. If this was her mission for the day, she would do it well. Like Colt. Or Mayday. Or… Really, the number of people who were generally better than her was quite staggering.
”Cheers?” she offered, holding her glass up toward the others as she had seen in the video clips for study. She took the glass to her lips, took in a sizeable swig, and—

“I apologize for my lateness!”

Beretta jumped, and inhaled the drink into her windpipe. She coughed once, and then proceeded to cover her mouth while avoiding any gagging noises during the duration of Sierra’s greeting.

”Achk— We are… Achkm— Sorry. We are…” She paused, clearing her throat and takng a minute to inhale better. “…The Supervisor has said we are to be drinking, today.”

In case the point was not clear enough, she held up her glass. ”I am not doing very well at it.”