Brave Galaxy is set in a world loosely based on Hiro Mashima’s Fairy Tail and Eden’s Zero. It is a PG-13 or so rated space fantasy RP, and uses a combination of character statistics, which can be acquired via roleplaying and events, and creative freedom to help direct players’ characters. While there is a main storyline, which can be found in the events section, characters are free to interact with others and their environment however they see fit.
Explore the galaxy. Overcome the obstacles in your path. Shape the future of humanity.
[attr="class","SScontent2temp1"] Appearance[break] Physical Description:[break] Sierra possesses an appearance that forces people to choose their words properly - to call her 'refined' would be acceptable but to call her 'noble' would most probably spell your inevitable doom. Of a relatively tall height for her age, Sierra is fully aware of her stature and is adept enough at using it to her advantage or to stand her own ground. [break][break] A firm subscriber to the "beauty is power" school of thought, even while in a bare state Sierra would show to any observer that absolutely no visible part of her body would betray any sign of negligence in care. Possessing a brilliant scarlet coiffure streaked with elements of a darker red, her appearance would be, for lack of a better word, 'striking', to the casual observer. [break][break] Her exact body dimensions are a closely-kept secret due to her extreme distaste of revealing any of her physical attributes, but it wouldn't be a stretch to deduce that she would probably fill a 36D at the least.
[break][break]Clothing:[break] To get to Sierra's aforementioned 'bare state', however, would involve an endeavour of incredible effort as Sierra would never betray a single inch of the body she keeps meticulously covered under a minimum of one, but mostly two layers of clothing. [break][break]Long-sleeved tops, opaque leggings under skirts and thigh-high boots would form a fair amount of her wardrobe, but of course she would be more than able to dress more or less casually at will.
[break][break]Accessories:[break] Sierra has an unusually strong liking for shades of varying designs, possessing about five of them at any point in time.
[break][break]Personality[break] Sierra is a woman of significant contradiction. She is the kind of person to attempt to get people to be honest and frank with her, yet she will respond with nothing but duplicity and facades - and she will spin them off as equivalent to the truths she extracts from the people around her. [break][break] To her, trust is convenient but never lasts. It is nothing but disposable - the world itself was built on lies, on betrayal, on false pretenses and on sabotage. In a way, one could say that sociopathic behaviour like hers had historically spurred societal development and her behaviour would then be reframed as the altruistic pursuit of the selfish. [break][break] To that end, Sierra is a master of masks, of facades, and of personas. It is pretty much impossible for anyone to see her for who she actually is, and to peel open the layers to reach the young girl with a childhood torn asunder would take not just the most perceptive but also the miraculously gifted and of irresistible beauty.
To call Sierra a child of the backwater would be a massive understatement. [break][break] Not just because of its place in the absolute doldrums of society but also the fact that no honourable person would tolerate her existence even in principle. Born out of wedlock in a backstreet birth nursed by a 'creature of the night' masquerading as a midwife then quickly left abandoned in a ditch not far out, her destitute parent seized up barely ten minutes after and passed from septic shock. [break][break] A life worth less than worthless, borne from life worth less than worthless, further borne from the wanton abandonment of the unsightly, unseemly and unfortunate downtrodden. When sunken into the depths of despair, the only way out is even further down - so far down that the darkness would claw at her and she would find herself molded by the scars it would leave behind. [break][break] When a significant part of a young girl's childhood is spent amongst the worst of the worst, peddling 'fine wares' would be the least of her problems in her escape attempt from the clutches of poverty and depravity. Shorn from even a playground to spark joy Sierra would spend her time frolicking in the wild grass barely beyond a 'parlour' where her 'sisters' would work and provide her with barely enough to stay her through the night, before she herself would take their place in the dark. [break][break] She knew not her plight until she drew interest in the salt in her hands. By then the clutches of the dark had grown too strong, its abuse a forever tightening bondage on a young girl barely pubescent. A bondage so tight she would be driven mad in murderous rage whenever she wasn't placated by the cherished highs - blood spilled darker than the vermilion of her image yet lighter than the ghouls of her pursuer. [break][break] Her home had a name. An ironic name, to say the least - the darkest corners of the Lustrous sector, an enclave of darkness and depravity in a sea of light and civility. And as her clientele dried up she made her inroads to the cities to find more - but what everyone else saw was a child, massively undernourished, bereft of belonging and education, and in her face the chronicles of arduity. [break][break] She was reeling from her own supply. She was barely 18. [break][break] Rehabilitation was hell, but resisting the pull of the ghosts of her past was infinitely worse. Shelters existed - she was thankful - but after a few years stewing in the mire of poverty she had to move on. She grew aware of the spark in her eyes, the dancing arc around her fingers - and she knew her home city couldn't have her any more. She had to carve out her own way through the world and it had to start someplace and sometime. [break][break] It just couldn't be in Tessera.