Remnants of the Earth

Trigger Warnings for: Graphic Sex, Violence, Gore, Etc

It had taken days on a tiny puttering freighter ship to get from Cancer to Rigel IV, a fact that had made Hesperus want to tear his own horns off in frustration. It was nothing like the flight from Aedolis to Cancer station and yet it had taken so much longer and been oh so much more boring. He was not even supposed to be aboard the ship, having sneaked on as the cargo was being placed in the hold. No one knew he was there and he planned to keep it that way.

This entire adventure was all because his birthday was fast approaching and he had decided he was going to celebrate it in style. Rigel IV while a rather small spaceport was known for its plethora of fast food joints and gambling tables. Hesperus knew well enough where there was money and alcohol there were also people desperate enough for a good lay. It was a dream come  true for the teenager; greasy junk food, loose women, and booze, he could not ask for a better birthday present.

'Go me!' he thought giddily to himself as he felt the freighter shift and warble as it began to dock. The cargo around him shifted, some of it squashing him in place and making him grunt in disapproval. Someone needed to learn to pilot better. Such thoughts were not held long though as he was practically vibrating in his hiding place to get out and smell the recycled air. By his calculations he should have touched down on the morning of his birthday. Not a moment to lose! Seventeen years of life just had to be celebrated with a bang. No fathers forcing you to fall in line like a perfect soldier. No military officers dragging you home for tossing firecrackers into the rain barrels. Certainly no one to stop you from having the best time of your goddamn life!

Freedom was slow in coming but was finally realized after several hours of waiting. Hesperus burst out onto the platform only to feel his heart sink. The freighter had taken far longer than he had hoped and not only were the hanger bay clocks showing that it was no longer morning but the entire day had been wasted. His disappointed sigh lasted only a moment before he was darting off in search of food and friends. Surely "night" time meant night life, right?

He swaggered his way into a WacDolend's and up to the counter. After hours in the dark, the neon lights made his eyes burn. He could not have cared less though as he perused the menu. Hesperus was completely enamored by it all. "I'll have um four numba twos, a number twelve extra crispy, two- nah make that three milkshakes, one of each flavor and the um cherry turnover."

Dropping his eyes from the flickering board he offered the bored cashier on duty a winsome smile. "Oh and a kiss since it's my birthday? I'm seventeen today," he bragged, allowing his body to lay on the pheromones extra thick just for the pretty one behind the counter. If he couldn't score himself a quickie behind the counter then maybe he at least could get the food on discount.

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Name Cassiopeia "Cassia" Marson
Age 29
DOB June 20th
Gender Female
Sexuality No idea
Species Human
Ethnicity Aedolian
Height 5'4"
Occupation Pilot Echo; Leviathan Squad Member
Residence Samariel, Aedolis


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Physical Description

GOD GIVETH:
Cassia was born with steely grey eyes and teal hair. She is average height and build with a lithe body and gentle curves. Her face is comprised of a narrow nose, pointy chin, and full dusty pink lips that compliment her cream-colored skin.

Over the years she has acquired a few body modifications including piercings and tattoos. She has a piercing in her left eyebrow as well as her bellybutton. For tattoos she has a small black triangle and slash mark on her chin as well as a series of solid, black bands of varying thickness on her legs and arms. Each ankle has two of these bands, the thicker one closer to her foot and the thinner one above it. Then both calves have three bands with the outer two the same width and the center one thinner. Finally, her upper thighs have two equal width bands. These patterns are identical on her wrists, forearms, and biceps.

AND HE TAKETH AWAY:
After a serious squad-related accident, Cassia was left severely injured and required extensive robotic rebuilding. She wears her flight suit or other similar fully-covering outfits to hide her cybernetic replacements. Though she has been fitted with realistic enough skin, because of the hybrid nature of cybernetics combined with organic tissues it has left her with faint though noticeable dark lines where the plating meets flesh.

A good amount of Cassia's right skull has been replaced along with a smaller portion of her left side. Due to the damage to her skull, her eyes were also replaced. The irises are still grey though there is an extra red ring around the pupil separating it from the iris now. She does not possess any special abilities with her new sight beyond 20/20 vision.

Nearly all of her ribs on the right side have also been replaced along with her entire right arm, shoulder, and lung. Furthermore, her right pelvic bone, the top of her right femur, and her tailbone have also all been replaced. On her left side she has robotic parts replacing her ulna as well as the wrist and finger bones of her ring and pinky fingers.

All of her new replacements allow for the sensation of touching something but do not possess the receptors for things such as pain or temperature.

Personality

ARE YOU STILL THERE?
Before the incident, Cassia was a confident, self-assured, and cocky Pilot. She was known to be playful with her friends and have a bit of a "big sister" nurturing attitude towards those in need. She threw her heart into everything she did and sometimes let it rule her decisions better than her brain. Cassia lived for the moment and was content to bounce from idea to idea. If she was having fun and no one was getting hurt then the sky was the limit.

She was a rather talented and creative artist too who regularly could be found in off moments sketching or painting something somewhere. In her quarters there isn't a single wall or piece of ceiling that has not been painted in large expansive murals. On top of that there are paintings upon paintings of both her work and that of others decorating the walls haphazardly.

A FEW PIECES SHY OF A FULL BOX
Today, Cassia is more analytical and reserved in her approaches to things. She remains the loyal, hard-working, and earnest woman she was before but, there is a definite sense of emptiness in her. She is struggling to find herself after such a physical, emotional, and mental loss. The majority of the amnesia may have faded but the soul of a free-spirit has been damaged. No amount of cybernetic hardware can fix that, leaving Cassia no choice but to push onward or get left behind.

Things

• Favorite thing to draw are water monsters. Her home is filled with paintings of tentacles and gaping maws or glowing eyes.
• Is obsessed with all things water. Has always preferred swimming to running.
• Always wanted a massive aquarium in her home but never felt she had time for it before. Now doesn't feel confident she could care for it properly.

Magic/Abilities

Telepathy: Cassia is a moderate to weak telepath. She is able to communicate with her squadmates if needed across short distances as well as shield most of her surface thought from others. It is certainly far from her favorite gift.

Hydrokinesis: This on the other hand is her crowning glory. Cassia has been a water baby since birth and could not have been happier when it was found that she was a hydrokinetic. She can raise huge walls of water, creating controlled hurricanes and tsunamis when needed that can crash into an enemy or bar them off from proceeding.

Relationships

Delphinia Kashik: Cassia's deceased mother. She was a Leviathan back in the day and came from an old money high-class family. Cassia did not grow up close to her mother but always lived in awe of the warrior woman that she was. Young Cassia lived for the days her father would bring her to Formosa to see see her mother. Delphinia was killed in action when her scorpion HAWC was cut off from the rest of the squad.

Argos Marson: Cassia's father. He is and was part of the Samariel military. He and Delphinia met on the job. Their affairs were far from truest of love he met her needs and she gave him a lovely daughter in the end. Argos was left in charge of raising their baby which he did with pure love and gusto. Cassia has always been very close to her father because of that though perhaps never came to understand all the sacrifices he's made for her as she kept her eyes looking up towards her mother. Argos was a wreck when his daughter was wounded but his doing his best to support her and her needs (even for space) as she finds who she is again.

Samariel Leviathans: Her squad and her life. All Cassia ever wanted was to be a Leviathan. Her mother an Commander Pholcus have been her idols ever since she was small and she strives to do them both proud.

Oceano: Cassia's hot-tempered male dragon. He is a slim, serpent-like dragon with his forelimbs actually a part of his wings. His hindlimbs are more like flipper appendages than actual legs though he is able to wobble about on them when the need arises. Oceano much prefers to be either in the air or the water. The land holds little interest for him. His underbelly has a series of blue and green pleated metal plating that creates a grating sound when he drags himself around.

History

Cassia's memories of her past while there are a bit fuzzier than she would like. She knows who everyone is but it now takes her a bit of prompting to get her to remember things she has not yet been reintroduced to. She was born to unwed parents after an on-again off-again series of affairs. Her mother, Delphinia was old money and old blood from Apcintoch married to another equally old and moneyed family. The pair did not even live in the same city and beyond being required to give an heir and a spare, neither held any feelings towards each other. It was strictly business.

Argos, her father was different and refreshing. He was a man of vision and laughter and passion. One thing led to many others and eventually out popped Cassia. Delphinia was an absent mother, allowing her former lover to raise their progeny and otherwise writing herself out of her child's life.

Despite that though, Cassia grew up always wanting to be a Pilot like her mommy and a Leviathan at that. On her thirteenth birthday she woke her father up up at the wee hours of the morning excited and begging to be taken for official testing and preparation for acceptance to ATC. Life had its ups and downs but she just kept rolling with the punches.

Her mother died a few months into her starting Stage 1. She survived candidacy though and eventually graduated at 22 where she was immediately placed with the Samariel Leviathans. It was a dream come true to come home and see her father again before joining her "dream team." Cassia learned a lot in those beginning days. You don't stay star-eyed for long when there's so much work to be done. She was  fitted with a raptor HAWC she named Del and often could be found giving it a new paint job every couple of weeks as suited her fancy. Cassia excelled in squad life and went on to make Echo rank quickly.

Life was good for her. She had her family, her friends, and the job of a lifetime. But, it was not without risks and close calls. Eventually her luck ran out and on a mission no less. Cassia had been out baiting one of the monsters into chasing her towards the rest of her squad when she was blindsided by a second creature that came out of nowhere and smashed into her HAWC. She did her best to fight her way out of it but the controls were already fried from the initial impact. The pair set upon her, crushing her inside her machinery as they worked on trying to tear it apart. Her last flickering memories are of glowing yellow eyes that still haunt her nightmares.

Her squad was able to get her to medical where she was treated for her extensive injuries. It was her flight helmet that ended up saving her life as it held her crushed skull together long enough for the surgeons to get in and work on saving her brain. She was placed in an induced coma in order to heal as her body began the arduous process of handling the shock her system had incurred. When Cassia woke, she was no longer the woman she once was. She suffered from temporary amnesia that blessedly has predominantly faded now that she's back on her feet again. She has yet to be cleared to step foot into her HAWC again but she's working on getting to that point. Her squad hasn't given up on her yet and she's not about to either.

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Name Cheveko (Chay-vay-ko) Meaning: "He-Who-Walks-between-the-Stars" Lasnamere
Age 21
Gender Male
Species Whetu*
Ethnicity Naturalized Citizen
Height 6'7"
Occupation Stage 5 Candidate
Residence The Citadel, Haviah, Aedolis


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Physical Description

Cheveko is Whetu meaning that while humanoid he is not of Aedolis and has features that are not entirely human. He is a tall man built like a monster truck. His body is broad and heavily msucled with very well defined muscles. He has a square jaw with a cleft chin and sharp, high cheekbones. His nose is rounded and squat on his face.

What sets him apart from humans are his eyes, hair, and teeth. Set against copper skin, Cheveko's hair is teal in color with dark cobalt tips. He wears it in an undercut style with the sides and back shaved down close and the top kept longer. His stubble comes in as cobalt but when longer turns teal as well. He never has more than stubble on his face though usually tries to keep clean shaven.

His eyes though are his most defining feature and a known trait for all Whetu. The sclera and pupils of his eyes are a mixture of pink, blue, and purple swirled with shining flecks of silver like stars set in a galaxy. The irises of his eyes are silver and reminiscent of seeing a moon during the day time with their faded outline appearance. He usually keeps these hidden in public by wearing a ballcap and keep his head lowered. It is easier for him if he avoids drawing extra attention to himself.

As the Whetu are also an extremely predatory species on their planet, Cheveko was born with two sets of canine teeth as opposed to a traditional human's one set. When he smiles this gives him an especially menacing look that is only accentuated by his alien eyes and massive size.

Personality

Cheveko carries himself very much like the apex predator he was born and raised as. He is confident and self-assured in all he does. Once a decision has been made it is nigh impossible to get him to change it. Any who oppose him face a bull-headed doggedness like no other. Cheveko will not give up on the hunt or an ideal until the opposing side submits to him.

In turn, he is also a very loyal, protective, and steadfast individual. He is proud to serve Aedolis after all the country has down to protect and help him in his time of need. Though incredibly hard earned, anyone who gains his trust has it for life. He does flit between wanting to be immersed deeply within the crowd and wanting to be alone to reflect and ground himself again.

Cheveko though privately, is still deeply devout to his old religion. He firmly believes the stars have a plan for him and that what has been written shall come to pass. He needs only trust in fate and she will guide him home to his people once more. He understands there is a purpose to his being here and he eagerly awaits the journey to realizing it.

Magic/Abilities

Telepathy: He is a rather strong telepath, able to pick up loud surface thoughts and convey messages back and forth across medium distances to those that are open to receiving them. He can also force himself into the thoughts of others and through mental shields in order to find what he wants. Understanding the cultural beliefs of this in Aedolis he does not do it unless instructed to. Where he is from though all Whetu are telepaths and will submit their minds to their leader when called to do so.

Empathy: This is a common ability among the Whetu though not all of the species have a gift beyond telepathy. It was not until Cheveko came to Aedolis that he truly began to develop and expand on this ability. He is incapable of manipulating the emotions of others nor of knowing what causes someone to feel angry or sad, only that they are. He is however addicted to the heady experience of feeling powerful emotions. Cheveko loves being in large groups or crowds where a lot is being felt all at once. He can easily be swept up by it and finds it to be the best and most addicting drug in existence. He has gotten in trouble for going out of his way to experience the rush.

Astral Projection: This is a rare and forgotten of though heavily prophesied gift among the Whetu. Cheveko possess a special form of telepathy that allows him to send his spirit out of his body and into his environment to search ahead or behind. He must have a form of tether to his body otherwise he can become lost. Failure to return to his body can result in coma and eventual death. It also helps to have an artifact or anchor towards the part he is wishing to go towards instead of wandering aimlessly. For instance if he had something belonging to a missing person he could use it to try and locate them as it would be a focal point. The experience for long and frequent periods of time does become exhausting. There is also a limit as to how far Cheveko can travel though he is always trying to push this further and further. Using this gift also places him at great weakness as his body becomes completely defenseless and catatonic until the time he returns. It is not uncommon for him to experience it though while sleeping. While he can control projecting himself while conscious, he does not always have control over it while dreaming and has been known to go and come back all during a single night.

Relationships

Parents: Status Unknown

History

Cheveko was not born on Aedolis. He likely was not even born in the same galaxy. He is the only son of his Whetu tribe's chief and was considered the much asked for blessing of his people. Seers had prophesied for centuries of a babe born that would with his first battle cry herald the stars themselves into falling in supplication. The prophecies spoke of a boy becoming a man and one day unleashing a great river upon the planet that would at last turn the everlasting desert into a paradise. The man would walk among the stars and one day bring an end to the feuding of the planet's two warring humanoid species. There were countless versions of these prophecies and many argued whether or not they applied to the newborn. Cheveko's birth caused schisms among the clans and added fuel to the war between the Wenapo and the Whetu as the Wenapo had their own myths and beliefs about the boy and would rather see him killed than be the destroyer of their species.

Prophecies and weighty hopes aside, he was born during a meteor shower and the night sky did light up as they streaked across the sky during his first breath. His father, a firm believer in the prophets and the stars, named his son accordingly and raised young Cheveko to be a leader and a warrior. From an early age he became a strong telepath, able to communicate easily and freely with his people and push into their minds when necessary in order to be heard.

At seven he went on his first starwalk, causing quite a stir among his tribe as another of the myths was realized about him. Cheveko was encouraged to use this gift often in order to strengthen it as he was the only one in centuries upon centuries of all the tribes to be blessed by the stars with it.

By ten he had proved himself to be a man among his people, having brought down his first kill on a solo hunt and thereby providing for his people. It was not long after that he began to join the older men in the raids against the Wenapo meant to bring down their enemies in order to provide a better way of life for the Whetu. He made a name for himself as a right terror to the opposing telekinetic species and at fourteen was one of their most sought after targets.

He was captured and sold to off-planet small-time slavers. The Wenapo hoped that by sending him away they would at last have the chance to defeat their enemies and at last industrialize the planet to better support life in such an inhospitable place. They felt that slavery was a far worse punishment for a free creature than death as it was an agony that could be endured for centuries as opposed to hours.

Cheveko lost track of time in the cold expanse of dark space and nearly went insane when he found he could no longer reach his family through the stars as he had done so many times before over the years. The routine of being forced to work aboard the small ship and learn was the only thing that kept him going. All the while though he worked on making plans for escape.

It took almost two years for the ship to reach Cancer station where he was informed he was to be sold to the highest bidder. The crew had gotten lenient with him, feeling that after so long they had already manage to break most of his spirit. They could not have been more wrong. The first chance he got, he bolted and was lost within the maze of hanger bays and markets. It was the last he ever saw of them, for which he was grateful.

Without food, currency, or shelter, Cheveko quickly found himself in trouble. Constantly bombarded by the thoughts and emotions of others paired with the inability to still connect with his family at home was driving him over the edge. His wits were about him but barely. He was hungry and exhausted when he stumbled upon a group of individuals selling the virtues of Aedolis. A paradise without hunger or sickness where all were welcome sounded too good to be true, but the young Whetu found himself drawn to them anyway. Perhaps it was the hunger or perhaps it was the coy, knowing smile the woman handing out pamphlets, he could not say for certain but he was boarded and headed for this new strange country before he had even realized what he was getting himself into.

He was accepted, chipped, screened, and recruited all in the space of a short period of time once his feet hit the dirt. It was a whirlwind for him that left him little time to think of home. His belly was kept full and his mind and body busy with studying and training. His telepathy was able to help some with his learning of the language and studies but training was where he truly excelled. He would suffer no one to best him and reveled in the challenge of butting heads with others. It was just as much fun as when he was at home with his friends and uncles when they rallied against the Wenapo.

Cheveko was already a warrior when he came to the ATC but in no time at all they built him into a modern warrior. The militaristic training suited and aligned easily with his own home training. It helped that there were people who taught him to strengthen his telepathic and empathic control to entirely new levels that his people had never known before.

Today he is Candidate in his final stage, simply awaiting a dragon to choose him as he trains and works with other Pilots. Thoughts of family and home are still with him but quieter and less frequent. Cheveko retains much of his culture and beliefs but they are kept private and to himself. He loves Aedolis and the rush of emotions he experiences when surrounded by its people. While he does have hopes of returning one day to see his family and embrace them once more, he is content to learn all he can here and enjoy it. After all, the stars put him for a reason and they are never wrong.

Stage 1: 16-16.5
Stage 2: 16.5-17.5
Stage 3: 17.5-19
Stage 4: 19-19
Stage 5: 19-

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I miss you..

After a long day of running around like a fool during simulations, Nishi wanted nothing more to curl up for a quiet evening in bed with her comfy clothes. It was all going to plan too as Neeko dozed while watching the television in the living room and she chatted with all her fellow Pilots. Occasionally her laughter would ring out from the bedroom, though she tried her best to keep it down so as to not disturb her fiance.

Since the incident with Sparrow, Nishi had been trying her level-best to be kind to the other Pilot. It had seemed like it was working as the pair were able to banter back and forth harmoniously. Then, on came Harley talking about his new pyro buddy and suddenly the Kitsuni felt an ugly green monster rearing its head. She had not said a word to Harley about how hurt she had felt when the dragon mechanic had just showed up, encroaching on her evening with the Kulshedra. But, it had hurt her deeply. To see him brag about a whole weekend of sex and now a possible date only served to make it worse.

Fighting back her jealous, she decided that it would be safer to remain silent and just watch things unfold. After all what business was it of hers to care about who and what Harley did in his free time? Se was just the new Valkyrie recruit he felt pity for because she was going to marry his boss. He probably felt obligated to include her in things. The very thought made her tail swish about in agitation and a low growl rise deep in her throat.

Glancing back down at the com, she noted Sparrow asking about lodging, causing Nishi to hurriedly and excited type an invitation to her home. Knowing Neeko he would go along with it at least begrudgingly. The Pilot decided she would talk to him about it in the morning just as Sparrow's messages started rolling in.

Nishi blinked at what she was seeing and tried to to gain clarification from the situation. Had something happened between Neeko and Sparrow that she did not know about? Her stomach roiled as the words swam before her eyes. They were married? They were in love? She had met his sister? Nishi had not even met her. What was going on?

"...and next thing I knew you were on his doorstep"

Sparrow's message rang over and over in her head as her breathing became heavy and labored. It was one thing for Sparrow to be cruel and mean, she had already gotten the Kitsuni in trouble once. But, there was Grisham agreeing with her. Nishi did the only thing she could think to do, she signed off and let the com fall from her shaking hands.

She wanted to vomit. No wonder Sparrow hated her. No wonder Neeko always seemed to be so grumpy and sad when he thought she could not see. They had been together and she had ruined that for them. In her selfish desire to escape Aurora and the family she had latched onto him and refused to let go. Now they both resented her.

The Kitsuni glanced towards the doorway that would lead her to Neeko. She thought about saying something but could not bring herself to confront him. She was the intruder here who shared his home, his food, his life, and even his bed. Nishi had no rights to anything that was his, especially not after what she had unwittingly done.

She sat up on the edge of the bed as her hand dropped down to dig her nails into one of the cuts on her inner thigh. Her thick sweatpants protected it against most of the pain she was intending to inflict, but the pressure was still enough to make her inhale sharply and wince. Nishi's anxiety was skyrocketing through the roof but she had made a promise to Neeko and Yavul both that she would not cut herself again. She wished now more than ever though that neither of them had found out. In those moments more now than ever before, she craved the clarity and focus that the pain had always brought her. Now she felt as if her world was careening off balance and her only method of grounding herself was lost to her forever.

Nishi slid off the bed to quietly pad about the room, tugging at her hair and ears as she paced. 'What have I done? What have I done? What have I done? I've ruined EVERYTHING! I don't belong here. I shouldn't have come here or said anything. I'm such a fool! They're not family, Nishi. They don't want you. Quit trying to force it. They were HAPPY! Thief! Whore! Monster!'

The words rang out in her head, rising faster than they ever had before. All her fears and insecurities came flying to the front of her mind as she desperately fought to tamp them down and keep her distress quiet from the rest of the world. Neeko and the Valkyries could not know how weak and pathetic she was as she began to completely unravel at the seams.

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Name Shale Horizon
Age 44
Gender Male
Species Kulshedra*
Ethnicity Aedolian
Height 6'8"
Occupation Pilot Echo; Haviah Harpies PR
Residence The Citadel, Haviah, Aedolis

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Physical Description

Shale is Kulshedra meaning that while humanoid and born on Aedolis as a native citizen he has features that are not entirely human. From his brow to his toes he has a smattering of light mossy green scales. They do not cover his entire body but can be found on his forehead, cheeks, shoulders, back, hips, thighs, feet, and tail. His back and tail also have thick, protruding ridges or spines running down them. At his throat he also has a darker green smattering of scales that form what looks like a gem.

His facial features are rather chiseled and sharp with a well-defined jaw. When he truly smiles, his grin splits into a massive grin that literally reaches up to his velvety soft ears. He can open his jaw quite wide to reveal a sharp set of teeth. As a rule though he remains quite polite and prefers small, closed-lip smiles for his coworkers and neighbors. His yellow eyes always are smiling and complement the color of his skin and scales. His hair is kept long though he usually ties it back. It is black with green streaks to match his scales.

As for his body, Shale is built like a tank. He is the ultimate apex predator in appearance. His body is broad-shouldered and heavily muscled. Even in his preferred attire (a full dress suit and tie, no less) it is evident that he is a strong and attractive male.

Personality

In contrast to his appearance though, Shale is a complete gentle giant. He could no more harm a fly, let alone fight someone. He is a calm and collected man. Shale is slow to anger, possessing a great deal of compassion and patience. He often is seen as quiet though that is mostly because he puts a great deal of thought into what he wishes to say. He is the kind of person that does not want to hurt another person's feelings and will do what he can to prevent it. The Kulshedra is an excellent listener and observer. He is traditionally good at reading people and tries to come up with ways to keep those around him happy.

Magic/Abilities

Telepathy: He is a rather average telepath, able to pick up loud surface thoughts and convey messages back and forth across short distances to those that are open to receiving them.

Empathy: Shale possesses a broad yet unrefined ability to feel what others around him are feeling. He can shield lesser emotions out to an extent so that he is not constantly being bombarded by every little thing around him but he nonetheless finds even doing that to still be quite exhausting. His empathic abilities are a deeply embedded part of him as he uses them to read people the same way as one would read body language. He cannot always read things right but it helps him function. Without it he would be completely lost.

The one time when he first tried to stop using it altogether after finding out he was empathic, was a month of utter hell. Shale could not function or converse with people. Everyone became angry with him and he could not understand why. Once he accepted being an empath as a part of him did he finally find his stride again.

Shale is not capable of manipulating the emotions of others nor of knowing what causes someone to feel angry or sad, only that they are. After a day of dealing with everyone and their emotions he has had to find ways to detox and recuperate so that he does not become overwhelmed and over-sensitized. The more he feels that way the less he is able to function as it is physically taxing on him as well.

Also while rare as he trained hard to control himself, it is possible that someone's emotion could be so pure and strong that not only would he feel it but that he would embody it. A person in a rage in the next room could send him into furiously slamming things about and snapping a people in irritation. It is rare though for him to lose such control. One thing that does help him though is knowing where the emotions are coming from so that he can identify "this is me and this isn't me."

Relationships

Royal Bloom: His current secret crush

Folklorn: Shale's grey, heavily armored, male dragon. He's very claws-off with Shale. The dragon has next to no interest in what the Kulshedra does as long as he falls in line, something Shale is more than eager to do. As such the pair have a quiet and indifferent relationship.

FurbabyFamily: The animal shelter that he volunteers at after hours and on the weekends. He's never told anyone at work that he does this but it is the ultimate stress relief for him to cuddle and love on all the little furbabies.

History

Shale is quite young even for his kind. He has only just reached his age of maturity 14 years ago. Growing up in Pyre town with other Kulshedra, there was always a handful of bullies that tried to make his life a living hell but otherwise things were good. He was a scrawny, little thing and usually kept to himself, preferring to play with his toys than the other children's taunts. They never had to say anything for him to know how much they hated him and his weak, sickly appearance either.

At 15 he was tested and found to be not only an average telepath but also a very strong empath. Suddenly everything he had ever perceived about people around him made sense. He was not a freakish creature of nature but a Candidate on his way to Pilot-hood. At ATC he was bullied horribly in Stages 1 and 2. It was not until he hit Stage 3 and began to hit a major growth spurt that finally people began to back down from him. He quickly became the hulk of a male he is today.

Upon graduating at 24 he was given a job working as part of the Haviah Harpies PR department. He greatly enjoys his job, finding it something both productive and soothing in its routine and challenges. The problems only started when Shale found himself completely falling in love with a certain lovely Harpy lady. He's a fool for Pilot Bloom though he's probably spoken less than a handful of words to her in all the years they've worked around each other.

*Credit to Kulshedra lore goes to Draconian who let me use it with her permission.

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Dear Pilot Noble Raphael Amoril,

I hope this message finds you well. I don't know if you may recall, but we met briefly at the annual VCM banquet a few years ago. My reason for writing you is with regards to a possible position opening up here in Amristah. It would be different than anything you are currently working on, or anything that has been done before for that matter.

After having read over your files and seen your great and commendable success as a biokinetic in the field, I firmly believe that you would make an excellent candidate for the position here. We would be delighted to have you.

If you are interested, then I would like to set up a date and time at your earliest convenience where we may go over the details of the job in more depth. If you are not then I understand and kindly ask that you reply either way with your answer.

Cordially,
Pilot Royal Blu Moon

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Name Nyree Todd
Age 47 (Appears early 20's)
DOB September 1st
Gender Female
Species Kitsuni*
Ethnicity Aedolian
Height 4'8" (To the tips of her ears)
Occupation Research Lab Assistant; DoSaM
Residence Haviah, Aedolis

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Physical Description

Nyree is Kitsuni meaning that while humanoid and born on Aedolis as a native citizen she has features that are not entirely human. Atop her head are a pair of fluffy, burgundy, fox ears. As a female of her species she also has only one long and equally fluffy, burgundy, prehensile tail. Her facial features are long and narrow. Her gold eyes are almond-shaped and framed by large, black-rimmed glasses. She has a warm, golden-tan complexion. Nyree keeps her long, thick light burgundy hair usually wound up in a bun on the top of her head. Her body is very petite with a gentle hourglass figure.


Personality

She is a rather quiet and sweet individual with a great deal of innocence about her. Nyree is also quite intelligent though which many people forget in the face of her rather naive attitude towards some things. She is quick to help where help is needed to the point of being walked all over by others.

Magic/Abilities

Telepathy: Nyree is a weak telepath. While common for her people hers is considered average among them. She is able to communicate with other Kitsuni around her though that has become rarer since moving away from her family home in Aurora.

Pyrokinesis*: In their very small community, there are two variety of foxes – fire and ice. Aside from telepathy there are only two possible psionics to appear in their population. Nyree happens to be of the more common fire side of the spectrum. Her ability in Pyrokinesis developed in her teenage years and is not very developed. At most she can light a few candles or hold a flame in the palm of her hand. Because she is so weak psionically she, like many of her kind, was overlooked for Pilot Candidacy and instead would later choose to join the military.

Relationships

Parents: Alive and well in Aurora
Siblings: Nyree has many older and younger siblings. She doesn't really keep track of them though beyond knowing they are family.
Boss: An ancient old-money researcher who is using her to do all the grunt work without actually promoting her like he keeps promising. Nyree truly believes she hasn't earned it yet and that's why she's not been promoted.

History

Nyree is young for her kind, just barely having reached the marrying age. She was born in Aurora, where the Kitsuni have an almost mafia-esque community in the far flung city. Non-human and preferring to police themselves, they avoid Aedolian law enforcement and Pilots as much as they can, working internally within the community to maintain their culture and species without human or dragon interference. Of course they know they’re constantly being monitored, but they make a good effort to keep their family as private as Aedolian society allows.*

She was raised in this tight-knit community where everyone was family. Life was good but loud and busy. Nyree was nowhere near the first child nor the last of the Todd family. She grew up helping her family with their restaurant as well as caring and raising her younger siblings. As much as she adored children though, Nyree always felt she wanted to do more than be a waitress and a mother. Her parents though were reluctant to let a prized female to wander very from from the den as it were.

So Nyree made a deal with her family. She would be able to go anywhere and live whatever life she wanted and when she came of marrying age they would arrange for her husbands. She would then at last return home to be a good little wife and mother. She joined the military and was placed at DoSaM as a research lab assistant where she could not be happier. However, her time to return home is coming closer and she knows it. Each ring of her com from her mother is answered with baited breath, wondering if it's the call.

*Credit to Kitsuni lore goes to Moonie who let me use it with her permission.

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Name Blu Moon (Formerly Shiner)
Age 38
DOB October 31st
Gender Female
Sexuality Bisexual
Species Human
Ethnicity Aedolian
Height 6'1"
Occupation Pilot Royal; Combat Medic
Residence Amristah, Aedolis
Voice Claim Emma Stone in "The Help"
Singing Voice Claim Christina Perri


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Physical Description

Despite her name, Blu is actually more purple-colored in a lot of respects. Her edgy-styled, chin-length hair is amethyst. It's not dyed either; she was just born that way. There are a few silver strands of hair in there though she keeps them, calling them her spiderwebs.

Her golden skin is also adorned with extensive port wine stain birthmarks that cover her from head to toe in purple splotches. It was these that caused her to earn her namesake upon birth as they looked more blue than purple the day she was born. She loves her appearance and would not change a thing despite how much trouble it may have caused her in the past.

Her almond-shaped eyes are a deep blue and almost always crinkled in laughter. She has legs for days and curves in all the right places though growing up it seemed like she would stay a twiggy tomboy forever.

From her days in the war she has a bullet scar in the front of her right shoulder. She also has a shiny pink sunken scar that runs from just below the outside of her left hip to just above her knee from shrapnel. All of it has since been removed but the scar remains. When the weather is particularly cold or she's been on her feet too long her leg has a tendency to become stiff and ache. Blu does her best to ignore it though and never bring it up. She considers it her reminder of what she was fighting for.

She is a simple woman and doesn't wear fancy accessories or jewelry. Recently she received a leather cuff with embroidered bluebells on it form her dearest childhood friend. It was something that had belonged to his older brother Darry and Blu wears it everyday now due to extreme sentimental value.

Personality

Blu is a fiercely loyal woman with a bit of a hero complex. It's part of what makes her such a good healer though. She wants to save everyone and she won't give up easily. During the war this got her in trouble more times than she could count as she would rush in to drag out the wounded before areas had been declared safe enough to do so.

She is creative and innovative as well as able to think quickly on her feet. Blu isn't afraid to get her hands dirty and is always quick to jump in on the action whatever that might be. She'll try anything once and never fails to let what other people think or say get in the way of her having fun. There's no such thing as being too old or too "anything."

Cross Blu and she will cut you with a smile. She's crude and crass on a good day but downright nasty on a bad one. There's very little she fears in this world and other's hate for her isn't on the list. She much prefers to spend her time living life large and filled with laughter though there is always a small amount of sadness lurking behind her smiles and at the corner of her eyes these days.

Also, while completely professional in her work, Blu is not overly fond of Kulshedra. Having grown up in Solarta, she did grow up with a rather xenoist opinion of non-humans. Due to her own coloring and bullying from other children she especially grew to hate the Kulshedra that she was often compared with and accused of being an outcast from.

The war was able to temper a great deal of the speciesist hate though as a good soldier is hard to come by in times of war. It didn't matter what you were if you were one of "us." Blu is able to take care of any species with the same respect and vigor she would for a regular human today however, Kulshedra do get an extra twitch of her eye once they've been all patched up.

Things

• Vehemently will deny being Solartan. Will immediately start talking like one when really, really angry.
• Looooves to cook for people. Has started having the Angels meet once a month at least for squad dinners. Also has her officers in command under her meet every other week for dinner to discuss things and bond.
• Plays piano and occasionally dabbles in writing songs.
• Suffers daily nightmares due to PTSD from the war. Blu feels a great deal of guilt over all those she's loved and lost or could not save.
• Has a history of cheating when she's stressed or unhappy in a relationship. Feels guilty about it, but falls back into old habits again anyway.
• Prior to her pregnancy was a functioning alcoholic and sleeping pill popper. She gave it up for her baby but it is unknown if she will return to her bad habits after Petite is born.

Magic/Abilities

Telepathy: Blu is a fairly strong telepath. This gift has allowed her on many an occasion to talk a patient through the pain of what was going on as well as communicate with her fellow medics without causing distraction.

Retrocognition: This ability is part of the reason Blu has nightmares every time she closes her eyes. Blu is able to almost always spawn the involuntary vision she needs to do her work. Her gift focuses on traumas that the individual has experienced. Touching a broken arm for example would allow her to see how the injury occurred. Mishaps can happen though, some times emotional traumas come to the forefront instead or even nothing at all. Her ability has made Blu cautious about how she makes contact with people, though she tries not to let it affect her day-to-day life too much.

Empathy: Along with being a retrocognitive, Blu is also able to perform the most basic of empathic abilities. It is mostly used to send a gentle calm through her patient as she works on them. Blu doesn't even realize she's doing it most of the time anymore and so has on occasion accidentally reached out with it to offer comfort to a friend or acquaintance without thinking. She isn't strong enough to do much else with it though aside from possibly detect extremely strongly felt emotions from others. She  finds it very invasive to use outside of the medical field and therefore tries to ignore she has it most of the time.

Relationships

Shinoba Moon: Blu's father. He always drank a lot when Blu was growing up but now the man won't even get out of his chair. Her relationship with him is strained. He resents her for being the child that lived and for getting divorced from "a good man."

Gin Moon: Blu's mother. She smokes like a chimney and has gone a bit around the bend. She's still waiting for her precious babies to come back home to her. Also doesn't understand why Blu won't just come home.

Coy Shiner: Her ex-husband is remarried with 12 kids in Solarta. He's still farming on his daddy's plot of land and has nothing nice to say at all about his Pilot ex-wife. Blu really did love him and in moments of quiet reflection finds her heart breaking anew even 10+ years later. He absolutely obliterated her heart to smithereens.

Menrva: Blu's female dragon. She's a true nurturer who worries and cares deeply for her human. They've been through a lot together and yet still  always manage to come out on top. Blu's struggles with nightmares and sleep has always worried her so Blu is forced to attend regular therapy sessions without fail at least once if not twice a week. Blu hates them but knows better than to fight it.

Cataract: Her very large, very lazy all-black cat. He's a pain in the ass and likes to knock shit over all the time. Despite how much she curses him, he is her comfort at might when it's just them and she would not let him go for the world.

Yavul Hyakinthos: Her childhood best friend growing up. They were inseparable back then and absolutely loved their mischief and their fun. During the war they lost touch but recently reconnected. There's a lot of stories to tell but it's just like old times.

Grisham Alberich: Yavul's boyfriend but also a fast friend of Blu's. Grisham and Blu often argue and go head to head in EVERYTHING but she cares a great deal for the big oaf and not just because he's glued to the hip of her best friend and "little brother."

Tamia Rhianu: Her "Butterfly Girl." After the war, Blu was stationed in Margad and while not there for Mia's incident was there to assist with her recovery and growth. They formed a special bond and Blu sees little Mia as a daughter.

Amristah Angels: Her squad and her life. Blu formed them after a decade of guilt and disgust over the loss of life during the Edani War. She loves every member of her squad and qould give her life for them. They aren't a family yet but she's working hard to look out for each and every one of them whether they like her mothering or not.

Raphael Amoril: Her right hand, second in command of the Angels and the keeper of her heart. She didn't mean for this to happen but, we don't always get to choose who we fall in love with. Shhhh it's a secret....one that Blu lives in constant fear of one day being found out over and getting them both in serious trouble.


Worf Moon: Her older brother and Koba's twin. Worf was the overprotective twin who would always reprimand her for getting into trouble. He was a Pilot Echo Combat Operative Illumokinetic. KIA and died the same day as his brother.

Koba Moon: Her older brother and Worf's twin. Koba was the silly twin who was the reason she always got in trouble with Worf. He was a Regular Military First Lieutenant. KIA and died the same day as his brother.

Jonsey Jamieson: Blu's childhood bully and main tormentor. He joined the military and eventually was wounded in action. Blu treated him herself before he was sent back out. He died about a week later in an explosion. His death is among the few that has shaken her to her core.

Darrin "Darry" Hyakinthos: Yavul's older brother and Blu's secret lover during the war. They served together as medics and it was not long before hometown camaraderie turned to something more. There is not a day that goes by where Blu doesn't regret how the chips fell. She loved Darry with all that she was and has told no one, not even Yavul or her ex that she was with him. On particularly bad days she sometimes wonders if it was better to have married him and been a widow than to have stayed with Coy and ended up divorced.

Petite Amor (Belladonna Joelle Moon): Blu's stillborn child with Raphael. She absolutely adored this little life and couldn't wait to hold her in her arms at last and show her the world. Her death was a heavy blow to Blu and placed a great deal of grief and sorrow upon her shoulders. Her canopic jar, though empty rests with her uncles in the Moon crypt in Solarta which Blu makes a point to visit every year. Born and died 5/22/18.

History

Blu is Solartan born and raised from a long line of Solartan Greynecks. She grew up being teased and bullied about her appearance by other kids but with the help of good friends learned to ignore the others. She was a tomboy that was always tailing after her two older brothers or otherwise getting herself into trouble. It was not uncommon for her to come home caked in mud and with scraped knees and elbows from the newest stunt she tried to pull.

When she was 10 it was discovered that she was a retrocognitive when her brother Koba fell and broke his arm and she was able to see how it happened when she touched him. From that day on it was always known she would follow her brother Worf's footsteps and head off to ATC once she was old enough.

At 13 she was collected to become a Candidate where she quickly excelled through the stages. At 16 with the help of her mentor who was kind enough to escort her outside of the training complex for a "surprise" she married her childhood sweetheart Coy Shiner and by 18 she was officially a Pilot. Dragons weren't exactly taking their time picking Candidates as their own in those days with a war raging strong.

Even from a young age, Blu always knew she wanted to be a healer. She was compassionate and caring and never once shied away from blood. It was therefore no surprise when she was immediately sent to the front lines as a Combat Medic. She was bounced from place to place as she was needed, pulling days shifts at a time until forcibly ordered to  bed and rest before waking and rushing back to help. Blu hated the war and the causalities, her own brothers and friends being among them, but she lived for the adrenaline rush that came with the job.

At 26 the war was over at last. It was a transition for Blu that sent her reeling. There were so many wounded to still care for but eventually the number coming was less and less. Each day there were less reports of good men dying and more of them recovering and going home.

What should have been a time of celebration for Blu was ruined by the mother of all arguments between herself and her "perfect" husband. Coy hated the moving about, the fact that she was to be stationed in Margad, the fact that she couldn't cater and pander to him. Quite frankly he hated being married to a Pilot. He wanted children and hated that she was not ready for them after seeing so many "babies" killed and wounded in action.

So while hurling abusive venomous words at her, Coy divorced her, shattering her fragile heart into indecipherable pieces. His parting words to her were that he had never loved her and had only married her out of pity because seriously "who else was going to marry a clown like you?" He moved back to Solarta, married a girl there and began having the giant family he had always wanted.

Blu nearly broke then. No brothers, no friends, no husband, it was like she was circling the drain and at any second she was going to fall and drown. Antidepressants helped with that until she was able pull herself together again.

Though today she still has nightmares about the war. No amount of sleeping pills and wine is enough to keep her from waking up every night screaming. She lives mostly content in Amristah now having asked to be transferred in order to be closer to her family without actually having to live in Solarta or near them.

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Name Heather Bannister
Age 18
DOB December 21st
Gender Female
Sexuality Pansexual
Species Human
Ethnicity Aedolian
Height 5'4"
Occupation Pilot Cardinal
Residence Margad, Aedolis


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Physical Description

Heather is a lean beanpole of a young woman. Her hair comes down to the middle of her back and lays thick but straight in a choppy purple spray. It was naturally mousey brown once but she's since dyed it so many times she hardly remembers what it looks like. Her pale skin is offset by dark brown eyes that are exceptionally good at offering a catastrophic death glare.

She has large gauges in both ears and a pair of eyebrow piercings in left brow near the tail end of it. There is also a faint scar under her pouty bottom lip that suggests she may have also had a lip piercing at some point.

Clothing-wise, Heather enjoys baggy pants, tight shirts, and super soft beanie caps. She'll never admit it but some of her caps she's actually knit herself. Question her on it though and you're likely to end up with a knitting needle through a hopefully not vital body part.

As a graduation present her mentor got her a tattoo on her right arm that runs from her chest and shoulder down to her wrist. It's a musical staff with notes and "ink" splashed about as it winds down her arm. The song has special meaning to her.

After a spree of Pilot kidnappings in May 5018 of which Heather was also a victim she now sports a QR code tattoo on the left side of her neck. She also has deep wrist and ankle scars as well as stripes across her back from the beatings. After rescue she got a small cheese pizza slice tattooed on the inside heel of her right foot just below her ankle bone as well as a thick, black XIV on the back of her neck.

Heather Bannister
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Personality

She prefers to keep to herself. It is not that she hates people it's just that she abhors the noise they create. Breathing, coughing, shuffling about; it's all infuriating to her at the best of times. She hates music and loud sounds and therefore can often be found on her own and with a pair of noise-cancelling headphones on, though they are never actually playing anything.

Getting to know her reveals a rather sarcastic, moody individual that is really shielding a sensitive and caring young woman (somewhere in there). In ATC she was known as The Bitch and has butted heads with many of the members inside and outside of its walls. She even went head to head with the mentor of another Candidate and nearly got herself TRIM'd for good because of her wicked tongue.

Now graduated, Heather is a bit more stable and less vicious. That doesn't mean the Bitch still isn't in there. She just knows when to rear her ugly head...usually.

Things

• Hates loud noises and crowds. Much prefers to keep to herself or in quiet areas.
• LOVES to swim. Even owns a pair of underwater headphones thanks to Aspen's big sister Havanah.
• Secretly really enjoys sad piano music.
• Absolutely WILL NOT drink or do drugs. Doesn't care what others do but very much a stick in the mud when it comes to that kind of stuff for herself.
• Favorite food is takeaway stirfry and rice or noodles.

Magic/Abilities

Telepathy: Heather is pretty average when it comes to projecting telepathy. Her classmates have often complained from time to time that she was even hard to hear as if she was doing so from too far a distance to be heard. What she is good at though is building shields around her own thoughts to have them not heard. Layers and layers of protection against both he own and other's thoughts allows her blessed silence even in her own mind.

Sonokinesis*: Heather can mimic, intensify, hush, and distort, as well warp, strengthen, echo, speed up, and slow down sound, using it as a powerful physical force. Her abilities however, differ from those of mentor. Where Razican is able to warp sound to a point where it reaches nearly two-thousand decibels - enough to utterly destroy almost anything, Heather's gift lies in the art of suppressing, lessening, and preserving objects and people within her field. She is able to create bubbles that are unaffected by the vibration disturbances outside of them. However, the stronger a force she is trying to contain or the larger a radius she is trying to shield the more of a toll it takes on her physically.

Getting overly emotional, either angry or upset, has the consequence of creating a pocket of complete silence, effectively muting anyone and anything within a few feet of her until she calms down.

Relationships
 
Razican Eleria: Mentor, friend, and brother in bond.

Aspen Brooks: Her former roommate from Stage 4 on. The pair used to hate each other to the point of coming to blows. Now they've got a bond as strong as sisters. Not only are their dragons bonded twins but Aspen and Heather are partners in work and crime in the Margad Cell of the Seekers. The pair are near inseparable and while they have their own places, Heather all but lives at Aspen's. They eat together, sleep together, and spend nearly every breath of time with each other.

Matthew Wright: Heather's on-again off-again lover and tentative friend. They have their ups and downs but at the moment seem to be ok with each other. He is incredibly sweet to her and Heather doesn't really understand why given how cruel she can and has been to him in the past. She will never admit it but she likes him...maybe as an actual friend.

Levi: Her red, male dragon that is twins with Aspen's dragon, Thaen.

History

Heather grew up in the lower caste. Her mother died or left when she was very young and her father was never really around. When he wasn't working he was drinking and when he wasn't doing that then he was passed out in his own vomit on the scuzzy bathroom floor. They moved often as he bounced from job to job which is in part why she was not brought in by ATC until her 14th birthday.

Growing up got really good at taking care of herself and finding little places to hide and be by herself. Heather was never interested in playing with the other children or joining in on their loud childish games. She did everything she could do, all but willing away the sounds just to gain a bit of precious silence. One day though she got her wish as in a fit of frustration and rage she silenced their entire apartment complex. There are many rumors regarding what actually was the straw that broke the camel's back but Heather sure as hell isn't going to tell you.

The rest as they say is history. Her 14th birthday was spent moving in and becoming a gracie. Stage one was a bit rough but stage two was pure heaven for Heather. She found that she absolutely LOVED learning and knowledge. THIS was the piece missing from her life that had been filled with empty beer bottles and trash telly. She was almost sad when she finally excelled enough to move up to stage three. That too was doable but less fun. She was able to grit her teeth and bear it for the sake of surviving. No one wanted to be TRIM'd and for her the fear seemed genuinely reasonable. Stage four, Heather had a new hell ahead of her as she locked horns regularly with her mentor and his teaching methods. She made it through and earned herself a few "friends" along the way.

Stage 1: 14-14.5
Stage 2: 14.5-16
Stage 3: 16-17
Stage 4: 17-18
Stage 5: 18-18

*Sonokinesis text used with Marakai 2.0's permission and guidance

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