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|  S I R I E L L A "S I E R R A" W I L L O W SFemale
Daughter of Otrera
July 10, 1994 [17]
Six years in Camp Half-Blood
| Mother | Father | | Otrera, both Queen and mother-goddess of the Amazonians | Axel Willows, a materialistic businessman | ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
D I S A P P E A R I N G S C A R S
Axel Willows believed in the powers of repute, appearance, and materialism. He’d wear only the sleekest suit and the shiniest shoes; he’d ride a black limousine to work everyday, while sipping on a martini and conversing with other important business icons through his top-of-the-line phone. He saw himself to be a very important man and would not converse with those of the lower class, unless business required it.
Mr. Willows owned the greatest architectural design company in the country. Thousands of men depended on the jobs he assigned to them for their financial needs. Houses of those from different social classes were designed by architects of Willows Corp. And hundreds of the public utilities found in the land were commissions done by Axel’s company. He had great power and wealth; few men could earn for themselves the means he had, even fewer men could rival his standing in the World Market, and only the fewest of men could win the heart of Otrera, mother-goddess of the Amazonian Warriors.
The deity had borne him a daughter during the year 1994, three years after their introduction. She named the girl Sierra and brought the infant to the Willows Mansion, a four-story building made mostly of marble and glass. Despite the child’s heritage and Otrera’s identity, Axel had previously refused for his child to be raised by tribeswomen, no matter how warrior-like and noble they were. The goddess respected his wish and left without a word, leaving Sierra behind to live a life of what Mr. Willows believed to be a ‘blissful lifestyle’.
Axel dragged his daughter to every social gathering he attended. He’d brag on and on about how Sierra started reading chapter books at age five and had the potential to become a concert pianist. However, all these statements were far from the honest truth. Sierra read books but couldn’t finish them due to dyslexia, and she only knew a limited amount of piano pieces to perform. Still, she did her best to become what her father said she was.
At age eight, Mr. Willows hired a caretaker-- somewhat of a nanny-- for Sierra. The woman’s name was Leonora. Through time, she had proven to Sierra that she could be considered a ‘friend’ of sorts. Most, if not all, Sierra’s secrets were only heard by Leonora’s ears. The child trusted no one else. - Spoiler:
Sierra walked the width of her sun bathed room. Light poured in from all six windows lining the eastern wall, touching the opposite side with a mixture of luminance and heat-- actually, more of the latter. Sweat crawled on Sierra’s scalp and skin, drenching her long-sleeved dress and waist-length hair with its salty stickiness. Leonora was right; Sierra’s father had made her observe such impractical ‘necessities’. “It is right for a young woman of your status and stature to wear only the finest. You must always look your best, it is the only way people will notice you.” Mr. Willows had lectured his daughter after handing her a whole box of custom made dresses, skirts, and blouses. Since then, Sierra has been tortured by the heaviness of cloth fabrics and the heaviness of thick braids that made her neck sore with stiff resistance. She never complained or took action against the new rule; she would merely abide, thinking that her father knew best. She would listen, then she would follow.
Until now.
Her right hand hesitantly reached for the intercom in front of her. Sierra was playing a large gamble with what she planned to do. She knew it was wrong and that it would surely offend her father’s kindness, but it was for her own good. Rarely did she have these moments of selfishness. But was it considered selfishness if it were a true need? Or was it really just a want, a desire? Sierra debated with herself as she pressed the intercom to her ear and pushed the fourth button in the vertical queue. It rung once before a low, female voice from the opposite end picked it up. Leonora. “May I help you?” the voice sounded weary, as if the question itself tired her. “Leonora,” Sierra breathed, thankful that it had been her who had answered the call. For a moment there was an expectant silence; Leonora waited patiently as Sierra thought of words to voice her dangerous request. “Please come up, bring scissors with you.” The voice grunted agreement and Sierra was left with a beeping line and a feeling of seeping guilt.
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“What is it you plan to do with these scissors, Sierra?” Leonora asked, arms folded, eyes boring holes through her ten-year-old mistress. The girl had disturbed her from dish duty, how else was she supposed to feel? “I want you to cut my hair, Leonora.” Sierra replied coolly, not bothering to reason despite the shame she felt in the action. “Your father told you to keep it at waist’s length.”
“I know.” Sierra turned on her heels and headed towards a well-crafted, porcelain mirror at the southwest corner of her room. “Then why do you want to have your hair cut?” Leonora followed suit. “Because it is my wish,” This time, the statement sounded more convincing.
“What good will your wish do against the anger of your father?”
“What right does he have to condemn for doing what I want for myself?”
Leonora was taken aback, eyes betraying their previous mock anger. Never had Sierra spoken of what she wanted. The poor girl was treated like a pampered slave, or, perhaps, like a decoration to brag about-- never like a person with feelings of her own. “He has no right, other than the fact he’s your father.” Leonora pinched the bridge of her nose and shut her eyes momentarily. “Look, I know it’s hard. No one likes being forced to do what they don’t want to do,” she paused as if struck by a moment of reminiscence, but quickly shook it off, ”Though, I promise you, things will get better. You’ll see.” Sierra’s face showed no reaction to Leonora’s vague oath, her eyes remained downcast and her mouth a straight line. “You must think me selfish. Forgive me.” she finally said, leaning against the mirror’s vanity table for support. Leonora smiled and took hold of the pair of scissors she kept tucked in the front pocket of her white apron. “There’s nothing to forgive. Now, how much hair should I relieve you of?”
Sierra's lips formed a small smile in return. “All you can cut off.”
It was during the year 2005 when Otrera decided to intervene and take Sierra under her wing. Willows Corp. had suffered a bankruptcy the same year and, ultimately, Axel had changed. He had no other source of income and was therefore left to squander his property. There were times when he’d go home to their new apartment in a drunken stupor and, the next morning, Leonora would awaken and find new welts and bruises on Sierra’s left arm.
All other sequential events that followed remain vague to Sierra, like distant and hazy scenes shrouded with layers of foggy mist. She remembers a blinding flash of light, the sound of shattering dishes, Leonora aplogizing, and Otrera’s arms carrying her away. The warrior queen had taken her to Camp Half-Blood and they had parted after these words: “Keep your wits about you, be strong. Don’t rely on anyone but yourself.”
But these were all phantom memories, they had happened lifetimes ago. Scars heal and are soon forgotten._________________________________________________________________________________________________
I D E N T I T Y
Sierra greatly appreciates the value of solitude. During times of distress, she finds herself venturing into places with dense foliage and little sunlight; she says it helps her think things through, and that “it’s a decent break from all the tumult going on”. Though, even during her normal, everyday-- not to mention busy-- camp schedule, Sierra prefers to do things independently than with a group. She doesn’t wait for others to come to her and she doesn’t search for accompaniment. Besides, if Sierra were to speak with another, she’d make sure the topic being discussed is a matter of great importance. Everything else would be considered pointless banter, which she believes should be moderated and done when all other urgent things have been settled. She does things in her own time and in her own way, proving her solitary and, to an extent, “freewheeling” nature.
To add to that, Sierra has a strong sense of justice and rightful vengeance. Generally, she’s patient, tolerant, and even-tempered. However, if one were to excessively insult her, she’d do her best to give that bloke the benefit of the doubt and forgive him/her. But, if the fault is too grave, which is highly unlikely, Sierra will definitely hold a grudge. And she isn’t really one you’d like to oppose as she holds grudges for a fair amount of time. Plus, do you really want an angry Amazonian glaring you down every time you pass her? No? Didn’t think so.
Social relationships are, relatively speaking, alien to Sierra. She hasn’t found sufficient time to establish a personal relationship with anyone-- not that she cares. Numerous acquaintances of hers describe their experience talking to Sierra as ‘enlightening’ and something that ‘brightens their day’. Of course those are what they’d comment if we were in an opposite, parallel dimension. Sadly, we aren’t, so it’s the reverse. People act indifferently towards Sierra due to the fact she’s quiet when it comes to everyday lingo. She’ll talk to you politely and reply with what she knows, but divulges nothing more. She doesn’t make an effort to keep the conversation going and reserves her ‘sense of humor’-- which is more bland than it is humorous-- for her closest friends (if they existed).
When the time comes for serious talk, like planning tactics for example, she’ll observe silently and contribute when she believes the opinion or fact is needed. Sierra regards battle with an air of criticality. It is, after all, in her blood. The viciousness she displays in the battlefield is only heightened by the seemingly cold demeanor she exhibits to others.
No one really knows why she restrains herself from the rest of the world; why she doesn’t open up. One thing’s for sure though: The way she behaves is unhealthy to the emotional and mental aspects of her identity. Sierra stores up all her problems and carries them alone; she doesn’t let people help her, no matter how pure their intentions are. She believes that her pain is her own pain and that she cannot share her burdens with anyone else. Sierra takes too much pride in her individuality to stoop low for assistance. There are times when she locks away her grief and moments when she’s haunted by the past, but no one ever knows when the weight is too heavy for her to carry.
Because of lacking communication, Sierra has found it harder and harder to sympathize and empathize with others. She’s sometimes too numb to understand what others feel even if she’s been through the same experience, and other times when she’s incapable of showing sympathy or empathy because she doesn’t know how to communicate it.
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F A C E - T O - F A C E
It’s a pity that Sierra never listened to her father’s advice about how looks affect the way people treat you, maybe then she wouldn’t have chosen to have most of her deep brown hair chopped off. But, then again, it had been hot and it was impractical to grow heavy, scraggly waves to such a length. Monsters would surely use the expanse of hair to their advantage; they would pull on it and Sierra would be at their mercy-- although she didn’t know she’d have to learn the art of battle when she decided to cut the mess into a neat pixie cut.
Her hair isn’t so generous in covering her long neck or her ears (which she doesn’t take much pride in). It is always parted to the side and rarely strays unless the day is a windy one. Thankfully, her bone structure isn’t as prominent as her mother’s, otherwise Sierra would end up looking like a man. Instead, she inherited the Willows’ signature face shape: a heart which is more vertical than it is horizontal. Other Willows traits she possesses are her narrow, not-too-pointy nose, and the curl of her thick lashes. All physical attributes not mentioned are from Otrera.
Just like her mother, Sierra’s almond-shaped, rich brown eyes appear like they’re calculating every move you make. They tend to get watery at times but, since she doesn’t wear mascara-- or any make up for that matter--, they’re not exactly nuisances. Her eyes are one of her strongest features. Another Amazonian trait she received are her downturned lips that never look pleased, that seem to have forgotten how to smile. The upper lip is only slightly larger than the lower lip, giving the effect of a pout.
Probably Sierra’s favorite attribute, although she doesn’t speak of it, is her evenly proportioned frame. She’s generally slender, and has a torso of equal length to her legs. It makes her 5’7” height agile and more ‘graceful’ during battle. Sierra used to be this shrimpy, stick-like thing, but, somehow, her body found shape during its six years in camp.
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I M P E R F E C T I O N
It’s rather obvious that Sierra’s greatest weakness is her ideal on righteous independence. She takes pride in being alone and isn’t really sensitive to what others want of her. We regard her now as a complete foil to the old, wimpy Sierra we met awhile back.
Feeling sympathy and empathy for others isn’t second nature to her, executing both would be even more complicated.
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B L E S S I N G S
As previously stated, Sierra prospers in the battlefield. She’s versatile with light weaponry and acts quickly when pressured. It should also be mentioned that she can aim with deadly accuracy.
T O O L S O F T H E T R A D E
Sierra doesn’t own any particular weapons, but she does, however, prefer to use a bow and arrow.
C R E A T U R E
None, she’ll end up forgetting to feed the poor thing anyway.
F U N F A C T S
• Sierra is quite fascinated with the Disney Princesses, she ponders on why they are the way they are.
• She can stay silent but can never stop moving.
• There are times when she borrows books from children of Athena.
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