Claiming:Camp/Sierra Evangeline Delacroix

Name: Sierra Evangeline Deacroix

Gender: Female

God Parent: In order of preference, Aeolus, Poseidon, Athena

Mortal Parent: Aurelia Serena Delacroix nee Velasquez

Appearance: Soft, choclate brown, waist-length hair that falls in straight strands, slightly tanned skin and lush red lips. Unnatural amber eyes due to a genetic defect at birth, framed with long dark lashes ()

Personality: Sierra is incredibly loyal to those she regards as family. She is incredibly honest and hardly ever censors her thoughts. She’s usually a pretty happy person, there’s not a lot that can make her upset. Sierra is competent at battle strategies and plans. She’s not that great at making friends because of how seriously she takes her training. She prides herself in her abilities and is reckless, not caring about getting herself hurt. She thinks of all other lives above her own. Due to the teachings of her father, she knew that victory was never without sacrifice. And when the moment came, when the world is at mortal peril, Sierra knew that she would be the one to draw the fire as the others ran to safety. How does she know? She has forbidden it to happen any other way

History:

Aurelia Serena Velasquez strived for the very best and nothing but the best. The Spanish youth came from a wealthy family and moved to America as an aspiring medical student. She earned her MD certificate and PhDs over the course of many years at the George Washington University School of Medicine and Health Sciences. She met Aeolus, disguised as an Aaron Burnlaw who was ostensibly taking part in an exchange student programme. They were completely infatuated with one another and that grew into a love that lasted a year. A couple of months before Sierra's birth, Aeolus revealed that he was actually a god: the god of the winds. She let it get to her head and grew arrogant, thinking herself to be equal to a goddess simply because of her relationship with Aeolus. She was harshly humbled at the time of Sierra's birth and, at the same time, Aeolus's disappearance.

Since then, she blamed Sierra each and every day for the disappearance of her love and of the one being that made her feel like a queen. Sierra was ill-treated, only given what she was needed and never what she wanted. From a very young age, she knew the meaning of disappointment. At age 10, Sierra unknowingly and unintentionally flew, rising into the air and giggling. She was filled with extreme happiness, her emotions getting the better of her powers and sending papers and dishes and small items flying everywhere. The display of power made Aurelia realise that her own daughter, little over a third her age, was and will always be much better, much more gifted and much more unique than she can ever live up to. This only caused Aurelia to hate Sierra more. Sierra was kept in the house for months, never allowed to go outside and see her friends. At a young age, she faced injustice, unfairness and sheer hate.

Things became slightly more positive at the age of seven, when her mother remarried a Master Gunnery Sergeant Anthony Delacroix was on a leave of absence in Washington. He was then stationed to a base in New York and the family followed. Aurelia opened her own clinic in Long Island and Anthony enrolled Sierra in gymnastics and fencing classes and the little girl loved him wholeheartedly for loving her, something her mother never did.

One night, a 12 year old Sierra overheard her mother tell Anthony about her "incident", emphasising how much of a freak she was. She sat against the wall one night, silently crying as her mother spoke with so much contempt. But she knew there was truth her in her tale. During gymnastics, she often found herself leaping much higher and for much longer than anyone else. She often tested her apparent abilities in her room and would find herself scattering all of her items with strong gusts of wind while hovering inches above the ground. But she thought she was simply imagining things. Figments of her desperation to rise above what her mother thinks of her. Sierra heard of her mother pleading Anthony to take her to a “Camp Half Blood” to get rid of her and he often said 'no'. What Camp?

She then forgot about it all. And for a few years, she was somewhat happy. She never saw her mother around due to her work. She spent most of her time with her stepfather, bright amber eyes glistening in awe as she listened to tales of Anthony’s heroics as a Marine. He showed Sierra the importance of having an analytical, logical and quick thinking mind, along with having the competence to create effective plans and strategies on the spot. He taught her many things and often encouraging her to create a list of her own commandments that she must follow. “Everyone needs a code they can live by” he said to her. Sierra developed a desire to be able to defend both herself and others, just like she knew her father always did so on top of her fencing lessons, her father would teach her close combat fighting techniques that she took very seriously and practiced when she was alone.

Her father was then redeployed to Iraq and Sierra missed him wholeheartedly. Aurelia and Sierra came to an unwritten, mutual agreement to have as little interaction as humanely possible. This led to Sierra being out in the backyard, practicing her gymnastic routines, fencing styles and the fighting techniques that her father taught her while her mother stayed inside the living room with classical music blasting through headphones. One night, during Sierra’s private training sessions, a beautiful young lady encroached in her backyard, supposedly asking for directions. Still armed with her fencing foil, she listened to her gut and remained suspicious of the woman. Sierra kept asking questions such as why she went to the backyard and not the front door like normal people would – plus a couple of smart aleck remarks. Eventually the Mist lifted and she saw the woman for who she really is. She has ghostly pale skin, seemingly even paler because of her frighteningly red hair. Casting her gaze downward, her amber eyes widened to saucers. H-her legs … one bronze, gleaming in the moonlight and the other … a-a horse’s? No, a donkey’s. The ugly-weird-legged-woman-person lunged at her fangs bared and Sierra quickly retaliated with her foil, driving it through the donkey leg. She smashed the pommel of her sword into the nose of the strange creature. Sierra found herself moving like … like the wind. She became like blur, her reflexes and instincts that were sharpened through different forms of training, getting the better of her. She drove the foil through the creature’s chest and she erupted into volcanic flames. Angry, tired and scared, she stormed into the house, flames forgotten, screaming at her mother, wondering why she wasn’t there to help, to call the police or something. After her rage subsided, she noticed that Aurelia’s face was incredibly damp and her eyes bloodshot. She asked what was happening and showed Sierra the military notice. Anthony Delacroix was dead. Killed in action.

The following day, she took a taxi to the Marine base and asked for the explicit details of her stepfather’s death. She was persistent, demanding and downright annoying. They showed her a surveillance video and it featured her Anthony getting shot down because his partner wasn’t there to defend him. Her stepfather died because of the recklessness of another. It only made her angrier. That night, she packed the nicest clothes she had in a backpack and her foil strapped to her waist, setting off into the unknown. Didn’t care where to and didn’t care when she got there. She was taken by surprise when a large horrible burst from the shadows and roared and yelled and growled at her. She was terrified to say the least. She ran. The lion’s body was three times bigger than a regular lion and a human face took the place of where’s the lion’s facial features would be.Running was all she could bring herself to do. At least that other creature was human-like … almost. She had no idea how to handle this. She followed her gut and kept running. Her legs didn't get far as quickly as she hoped and the creature easily caught up to her. The creature's human face snarled and snapped. Was it horrible to say that the face resembled her mother? Because it did. It repetitively stabbed and lunged for her with a fat scorpion tail and she kept rolling from one side to another to dodge it. Then that horrible monster had her pinned with an abnormally large lion paw. She was going to die. She knew it. Suddenly, a flurry of hooves and a throaty screech tore the beast’s attention from her. Arrows began flying in from behind her, penetrating the ghoulishly pale skin of the creature's human face. Sierra took that moment to drive the foil she carried into the monster's paw. It howled with rage and lifted it away as she scrambled backwards. Turning to the side, she came face to face with multiple goat and horse legs, looking up only to see their top halves looking like people. Eyes wide and scared, she tried to run away from them too. An old horse-human-person-a-majigy introduced himself as Chiron and vowed that she was safe. Hesitantly, she allowed a goat-legged-dude-thing hoist her onto Chiron's back and Chiron galloped to Camp Half Blood. He explained everything: demigods, the monsters (which she realised were actually called an empousa and a manticore respectively). But ever since that encounter, all she could think about was how scared she was, how cowardly. Anthony would be so ashamed. She vowed to train and train and train so that when the day comes and another demigod was in the same position that she was in, she would be given the honour to ride in, weapons gleaming, and save them.

Weapons: Her fencing sword. Upon arrival at camp, she acquired another sword, identical to her own. She was always told to think of her sword as an extension of her own arm and it makes sense to work with both arms, yeah?

(( Two swords that look like this:  - Sheaths are strapped at an X formation on her back))

EvangelineSmileyFace (talk) 18:41, March 22, 2013 (UTC) Sierra