Sierra-Michi

***Childname*** : Maya

***Sex*** : Female

***Age*** : 20 (40 at G2)

***Height*** : 11'02" (341 cm) // 11'07" (354 cm) in armor

***Weight*** : 783 lbs

***Race*** : Giant-kin (Previously Human)

***Level*** : 7 (12)

***Class*** : Oathsworn (Paladin) of Telur - Oath of Redemption & Berserker Path Barbarian

***Current Appearance*** : Sierra-Michi has donned a funereal veil. It is white with black accents. Copper discs and beads are woven into the fabric, a checkered pattern of linked metal obscures her eyes from  a distance. A black scarf covers the lower half of her face, down her neck, and is tucked into her shirt. It's a white long sleeved shirt with a black collar and black drawstrings. A strip of black follows her shoulder line, a copper thread weaves its way around it. The shirt is strapped down tightly at her wrists with a black ribbon. A decorative belt (black, white, and copper) divides her upper and lower body. Her pants are pure black and very loose fitting. Her ankles are wrapped in a similar way to her wrists, but the ribbon also wraps itself around the bridge of her foot, just past where the flat of her heel starts. She is barefoot and wears no gloves.

She also carries an absurd amount of gear when traveling solo. Her flashiest weapon is her giant-sized Tusk Club.

***Unmasked*** : Sierra-Michi recently showed her face after an exceedingly long time. She had a copper color to her skin, very rich and warm. Her forehead and face was covered in small nicks, cuts, and scars none of which were recent. The most prominent scar was on her left temple, from something blunt. Her facial features appeared very strong, her jaw well defined, her nose pronounced and ever so slightly crooked, and her lips pursed. Her eyes were quite a bit rounder, their corners drooped slightly, on their own they gave off an appearance of sad, tired, and a little vacant. Her brow held itself in a constant state of concern. Her eyes were a colorless grey which only furthered her vacant gaze, like the light covering of dust that is noticed only after an object is moved.

***Past Appearances*** : Looking out of a well-polished brass full helm, Sierra-Michi wore a heavily padded brown gambeson coat inlaid with bronze scales, the coat itself had an eggshell colored lining on the inside and it had several adjustable buckles on its front. It went to just past the knee, she also had a set of tall leather boots and gauntlets with bronze scale coverings. Around her waist was a belt capable of holding her granite war hammer, her whip, a box of crossbow bolts, her waterskin, and a coin string next to a dagger. When Pallav'd carry her supplies she also had a large crossbow and her shield strapped to her back. If she was solo, she had a wood framed rope pack built to carry an absurd amount of gear on top of her typical weaponry.

On Telur, Sierra-Michi was originally 5'04" tall with her armor giving her an additional 2 inches in height. She only started to cover herself after her tenth year just after the Test of Telur. Before then the people of Crater Lake may recall her unnotable black hair and deep copper skin. Her apparel started rather simple with cloth robes, eventually becoming heavier and heavier until settling on full body armor with emphasis on proper mobility and coverage which she brought to the new world.

***Background*** : Alone. Parents unknown. That was Sierra-Michi's beginning. She was never supposed to be alive, but Telur showed her mercy. Crater Lake took her in, the people of the village raised her. She constantly was traded between families, individuals, clans, until finally to none, seemingly incapable of belonging. When she was Maya, she was wrong, unwanted, different. Telur's mercy seemed much more akin to a curse. Sometimes, however, that curse would lessen. She received gifts on occasion, their senders unknown. They were small things, trinkets, carved figurines, pretty stones, and as she aged, tools. They made her happy and feel as if she were special, that if she kept trying, eventually things would fall into place. That she could one day be what those trinkets were to her, fully formed, desired, and more important than anything else. That even though they too were out of place, they could find refuge and appreciation with another. However, that thought, would be shattered quite frequently. It wouldn't take long for those small reprieves to find themselves missing, broken, or more readily, stolen. The culprits were those who recognized that Maya was in fact, still alone. When she asked for help, there was always a new yarn to be spun and no bloodline to support her claims. Maya was a liar, untrustworthy, and most of all she was different.

It was at the Test of Telur, where she gained her name, that Maya would be no more. Sierra-Michi, two names combined. Sierra - She could look to the mountains and find sanctuary in solid stone, their unyielding mass bowing to none, always reaching to the heavens bathed in light. Michi - a path, winding and treacherous, something serene only in shadow. This is who she was and would be. Another chance, courtesy of Telur. She began to cover her body, reinventing herself in a way that others wouldn't immediately recognize as a form having belonged to Maya. Religion was a fine excuse to hide herself in, Telur was revered and the very definition of all that was important to Crater Lake. Sierra-Michi would be perfectly crafted, chiseled, and carved into a beacon of hope. It was an attempt to fulfill what Maya needed more than anything else. She garnered good standing within the community, becoming known as helpful, devout, and most importantly one who belonged.

Atonement was assumed as something constant, if even a moment went by where she was not acting correctly, surely there would be consequences. She was consumed with her identity. Selfish, ignorant, and hollow with a void left unfilled. This persona simply a puppet to be moved across a stage.

After a while, the lines between fact and fiction became blurred and determining reality was pushed to the side. Only with the shift to a new world and the constant stress that came with it did that reality call itself back into question. Was Sierra-Michi who she said she was now that her physical body had changed, now that people looked to her, now that she was in the spotlight?

***Personality*** : ~To be entered~

***Relationships*** :

Pallav : The second great hound that Sierra-Michi raised up from birth. He was first acquired to replace Rafiq, Sierra-Michi's first dog, who had been starting to slow down physically. When the time came that Rafiq returned to Telur's embrace, Pallav was six months old and had all the basics down to be able to pull Sierra-Michi's cart. Pallav continuously showcased his superior intellect and physical prowess throughout the three years of his life so far. Before the world transfer he was a beast of a dog, 124 lbs of concentrated good boy energies, his shoulder came up to just above Sierra-Michi's waist. Beside her current appearance, he appears to be a regular sized dog.

Pushpa : Sierra-Michi's third great hound puppy. He was picked up in Stone's Hold as years had passed and Pallav began to follow the same path as Rafiq. Pushpa is the perfect hybrid between a Telurian Great Hound and a Pemdigan, he is the chosen one.

Matthias Leafcutter : Matthias has always been a bit of an outlier in the community, that was reason enough for Sierra-Michi to become friends with him. ~Something, something, misunderstood, something, something, totally trustworthy, something, something, murder~

Nippur Bronzearm : Before the transfer Sierra-Michi and him had a falling out, quite literally. They would go fishing out on Crater Lake, and due to one of the involved parties' negligence Sierra-Michi fell off the boat. She was in full armor and sunk to the bottom. Luckily it occurred near enough to the shoreline, but there was a small amount of animosity between them for awhile.~Something, something, cavalier, something, something, cat~

Nauva Moonsong : A Faen that is far too fast and sneaky for Sierra-Michi to process adequately. Enjoyably small.

Lily Sacredtree : An interesting acquaintance, also small.

Tokka : Mutual friend of Bauri, he is seen as incredibly useful and intelligent.

Kiantolo "Misty" Giantkiller : Another giantkin, able to grow in size and take direction.

Bramberry : Sierra-Michi first encountered Faen after waving at a glowing childlike form. This may or may not have been Bramberry. It is seemingly impossible for Sierra-Michi to refer to the Faen as anything other than children, as that is what they are. However, the most important aspect of Bramberry, just like any Faen, is his dog. This alongside the waving back, denotes to Sierra-Michi that they are good people.

Klietos : Was first encountered when Sierra-Michi was helping others to prepare for the transition. What seemed like a simple interaction had blossomed into Klietos inviting Sierra-Michi to speak with him whenever she needs assistance thinking things through. This was a shocking development for her as most people hadn't recognized her efforts to the point of wishing to assist before.

Zaheer Earth-Singer : Acquaintance. Insinuated that there was someone that despised Sierra-Michi that worked for the council.

Vernos Stonetrue : Acquaintance. Was utilized by Sierra-Michi in order to sort out some of her fears and feelings from a religious standpoint.

Rhun the Nameless : Vague Acquaintance. Seen as emotionally intimidating due to the requirements that need to be met in order to interact with him and come out the other side appearing how she wishes to be seen. He had turned her off of seeking out others with her change.

Lod Treetamer : Stranger. Sierra-Michi had attempted to reach out to Lod with his position in mind to garner some insight into how the transformation was affecting him and if they had any similarities in their experience thus far.

Alun Tornquill : Acquaintance. Seen as something to define Sierra-Michi's relation to Matthias as no longer similar.

Mutef : Friend. Sierra-Michi sees Mutef, the emissary of The Jackals as a friend and companion. She had made him an elaborate headdress, its imagery invoked a sense of malice and intimidation. He is a good boy.

***Notable Battles and Interactions*** :

Wise Frogs, Wise No More

The Three Boar

Great Silt Beast

Mutef and The Jackals

Touched a Lion

Lover of Art, Keraunoss

Wanter of Things, Borborygmus