Create-a-Character Month!

[Slouyx]

Here's my entry:

In the once-lively pathways of Raven's Cove wandered a girl named Sierra. She was only 17 and yet she bared the most horrid of scars; perhaps not on her body but her mind. If you saw her from afar perhaps you would think she was a ghost; her pale skin, her light blond hair, and deathly emotionless hazel eyes. She would stray away from the real ghosts, however, sticking to the walls by night and melting into the small shrubs and shadows cast upon the canyon by the morning sun. Sailors rumor that her whimpers and whispers can be heard in the ghosts' howls at night and carried on the breeze in the morning, as have her tears. Scarce has a sailor lived to tell the tale, however.

Far too many years ago when Sierra did not appear to exist as a figment of one's imagination, the girl was only a villager of Raven's Cove, the large island shaped like a ring in the raging seas, with the hills and mountains were engraved appearing to the sailors. She would live with her mother while her father sailed out on the once-calm seas, encouraged by the wonders of what could be out there. Sierra was fascinated by the flourishing open waters as well as her father and shared his interest; at least until her father's ship was beaten down by the "storms," the villagers had told the young Sierra. Little did Sierra know that this was only the beginning of what was to be a living nightmare. The pastel flowers she would dress her young-self in would soon be as non-existent as the skeletons strewn across the empty beaches.

Jolly Roger, one who we all share a common knowledge and fear of, staged a demonstration of his fury and power by releasing a full-scaled invasion on Raven's Cove. Scarce was there mercy, even for the women villagers of the island. The population was brutally murdered and slain, their bones used to decorate the cove in an almost haunting jolly manner. Blood turned the sea scarlet that day, unbeknownst to the pirates who could have been their saviors. Viciously Sierra's relatives were murdered. Sierra had spent the duration of the invasion in a scrunched into a balcony with her younger sister, Anna, both fearing for not only for their family but their own lives. Slowly the ghastly invaders advanced upon the balcony they had hid in. Both of them, being as young as they were, had knocken themselves unconscious out of shock.

When Sierra awoke, Anna's tiny body was crumbled on the ground beneath the balcony, beaten beyond recognition. Blood was flowing from her torn throat and her blank eyes seemed to focus to the skies, as if looking for Sierra. Sierra was immediately grasped by spasms of shock and then in a paranoia as she saw her hands scarlet, as if fearing who Anna's death was at the hands of. She ran away from the scene, not without placing the same pastel flower Sierra had had in her barrette upon Anna's eyes as if her gaze could see the beautiful blue spots upon the petals.

Sierra, shaking out of adrenaline, was losing her mind. She lost track of the days. Sunsets rose over sunrises and dawn was the end. She would lay without eating for days and would let the seawater flow into her open mouth as she laid half within the water. It was as if a strange form of paralysis had taken over her. She could not sleep no matter how tired she was. She could do nothing but let grief overcome her. Anna's death had scarred her beyond repair.

Soon, this grief became a source of anger, and then pure resent. She loved her little sister. Her mind was so damaged that she began to believe her sister had betrayed her. How could you leave me like this?!

She saw her sister everywhere. Anna haunted her in the shattered mirrors, the morning fog, the afternoon haze, and Sierra's very reflection. Her silhouette seemed to cast itself on Sierra. Sierra's thoughts tangled with "Anna's" reaction to the girl's own mind. Sierra? I'm here. I know where he is. I-
Anna would repeat this phrase until Sierra put her hands over her ears. She lost all self-consciousness about herself; there was no one around. Everyone she knew and loved was dead. Everything was lost. Anna was lost....Anna..

Sierra's hate for others and Anna begin to grow. Yet deep inside was a confusion. Why? I'm not...this- but the thoughts would be chased away before they could form and become senseful. She never thought of what could be the end of this torment. Anna consumed her mind beyond actual self-control. Sierra shoved her hands to her ears, twirled her hair into rags, and flung herself onto the ground as voices and hallucinations enveloped her.

According to what was left of Sierra's mind, Anna was mad at her. Mad at Sierra for hating her, and in some nonsenseful way, Sierra hallucinated that she was Anna's killer. Soon this became a paranoia that no one, not even herself could be trusted. Remorse and extreme confusion were her rulers after she had such a vivid hallucination of Anna, she launched herself at Anna. What makes you think I'd let you live? I've really...-

Seven years after the beginning of this nightmare, Sierra encountered a sight she had nearly forgotten about; humanity. However this man was not greeted with life. Sierra, at this sight, lost herself and this time, her mind completely. She launched herself at the man and brutally murdered him with the shards of sharp rock she had used to carve messages to Anna on the rock caverns. She had found a hidden pleasure in this man's death. You killed her... Look to the skies, but I am not your anchor...it's happening again.

Driven off the edge by the constant visions and torture, she killed all who came to the islands and it eventually became a game. Everyone who came killed Anna. Everyone who came will die.

You're lucky I don't kill you where you stand.
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Well that's that. And yes, her mind-loss made her a villain. There is some parts especially the parts that describe her thoughts that may seem confusing; however these are her thoughts and the best way I can describe it without being too non-sensical.