<div class="floatleft">(http://tattoosnob.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/47732487.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_u">The Ex-Raider</span></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Sierra</span></span><br/><em>Locked and loaded!</em><br/>Character Sheet (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=116610.msg5075866#msg5075866);<br/>[noembed]Scene Soundtrack (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GcgJnbCul-0)[/noembed]<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Sierra had moved up, slipping on her clothes with little modesty. She taken to wear little, considering the Mojave was a hot mess. The torn fishnet stockings did little to hide her smooth legs and the small top hid her small breasts from view. She had intricate tattoos up and down her arms. She had multiple piercings on her lips and ears and nose. As well as one in her eye brow.<br/><br/>Sierra's choice of weapon was the 9mm which she holstered on her leg and a simple assault rifle that she wore across her back on a makeshift sling. A pair of interesting goggles sat upon her head, her long ebony strands covering most of it. It had been taken off a dead merc years ago and offered night vision and guided aiming for the user.<br/><br/>Glancing back at her brother she gave him a nod towards the door. "I guess we head out the door and try to find a way out of this hell hole.." Sierra remarked standing next to her brother. It had been at least a day since she had eaten or drank and there were no food sources scattered about the room. Her stomach growled audibly.<br/><br/>