Roleplay Character Background Stories

Sierra

A man walked to beside his wife, who had just given birth to a young girl. He smiled down at his daughter, the precious moment was then interrupted by a loud knock on the door. The man grumbled, walking to the door, opening it up, to see the head of the army, holding a notice, "The king demands that you pay your taxes now."

    The man frowned, "But I don't have the money yet..." He looked sadly around the house, trying to figure out something to pay their taxes, but before he could offer anything, the guard glared towards his daughter, "She'll do for the pay."

    He looked towards where the guard was staring at, right at his daughter, "She's just a baby... You can't take her away. Not from her mother or father."

    The guard growled, "And you don't have anything to protect yourself from the king's orders, Rumplestiltskin."

    Rumple whispered something, before walking to his wife, giving her a sorrowful look, "We have nothing else to pay Milah... They demand our child..."

    Milah's eyes changed from confusion to sadness, looking down at her daughter, kissing her forehead gently, "I want to name her Sierra... Before we are forced to give her up..."

    Rumple stared at his daughter, "Sierra... She'll be a strong girl. Let's hope they'll treat her well." He gently scooped up Sierra, hushing her when she let out a faint whimper, and he carried her to the guard, "Please don't hurt her...."

    The guard put his sword away, taking the baby girl from Rumple, cradling her, "She'll do fine for a peasant that serves under the king, of course, once she can do some work."

    Rumple didn't say anything as the guard carried the baby to his horse, climbing on. Once he was on, he clicked his tongue, and the horse galloped off to the King's castle, leaving the small town Rumple lived in.

    A few years later, Sierra was the age of eight, and she was working harder then she would've if they hadn't taken her from her father. She worked quietly, tending to the cotton fields of the king's kingdom. Some guards rode on horses, down the paths that cut through the fields, allowing them to watch the peasants to make sure they didn't attempt to escape through the town, where they could catch a ship with pirates. Sierra overheard whispering, some saying about some pirates planning on attacking. One of the peasants began to leave, and Sierra continued to pick the cotton, moving after the peasant, and stopping in a patch with a bunch of cotton. The peasant was making a break for it.

    One of the guards heard the peasant, and began to shout. Sierra barely dodged a horse, as it charged after the peasant, arrows whizzing overhead, as they tried to catch her. Sierra felt bad, but she knew it was an idiotic move. She began to fill her fifth basket of cotton, when a roar of a cannon was heard in the distance, before guards retreated, running towards the castle. One of the older peasants, or an elder peasant, quickly went to Sierra, gesturing her towards the area where other peasants were. A few more elders were returning with peasants of all ages, and Sierra was near the center of the group, as they huddled together.

    There were men, walking through the cotton fields, which were indeed pirates. They were being led by a younger man, with sapphire blue eyes, and dressed in mostly black leather. He had an Irish accent, which rang loud above the panic, "Go for the kingdom, and kill on sight."

    Sierra kept silent, and one of the Elders spoke reassuringly, "Maybe they're here to save us... Maybe they won't torture us, and beat us... We'll be alright right..."

    Soon they were surrounded, the captain walking towards the cowering group, "What do we have here... Kill the older ones, they're useless, as for the younger ones, take them. We'll see how long they last, besides, my ship could use a good cleaning."