Remnants of the Earth

'What you think this is the first time I've ever been yelled at?' Heather mused to herself without allowing a hint of her thoughts show on her face. 'Why I'm quaking in my little Gracie boots!'

She felt the bass of his power vibrating right into her very core. It set her teeth on edge. Without thinking her own power reached out to try and dampen the sound that was so irritating to her. For two and a half blessed seconds Heather felt a slight relief from his frequency. Then, like a rubber band snapping back at her she felt it return and stronger to catch up to the level it was before her attempt at lessening and slowing it.

"Yes, sir!" she replied through gritted, grinding teeth, while awaiting further instruction.

__________________QUICK STATS
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


__________________IN-DEPTH STUFF

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
By: frankieperez24

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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"You're really okay with this? With me, and the situation, and," she motioned between them trying to express something she did not have the words for. "The compromises I suppose. Granted it seems you're the one giving up so much to be stuck with me." Nishi nudged the last roll on her plate, watching as it finally gave into her prodding and flopped over like a dead fish. She was finding it so very hard to focus now that she had seen him smile. It was like her heart had decided to go for a run of its own without her.

She reached for her glass and found it empty, sending a nervous flush through her that crawled up her neck and ended in a soft chuckle. "Um, I should uh get some more water." Nishi snatched up her glass before attempting to brush past Neeko on the way into the kitchen again.

It was a relief when no growl came. Perhaps she was skittish for no reason after all. She had been mouthy earlier and this was a dinner conversation. She could afford to be playful, right? Testing the waters she pressed on. "Good choices," Nishi conceded with a slight smirk. "But, Rocky Road is the best." She giggled softly, her nose crinkling up and her tail wagging with her mirth. "All that chocolatey, marshamllowey, almondey amazingness mmm." She licked her lips just thinking about it before finishing another piece of sushi.

"Is there anything you wish to know about me, Neeko...sir? I mean if we're going to get married and all, we should know things right?"

Nishi's eyes snapped up to meet his expression at the mention of ice cream. "A whole freezer full," she repeated in awe. "Do you have a favorite flavor?" She was desperately trying to keep subdued in her seat when all she wanted to do was race up to check the freeze and revel in the glory of cold foods she could eat.

"Sounds like you come home to a much deserved break then. Although perhaps your chair isn't the best place to sleep?" Her voice went up in pitch at the end of her question. She was already anticipating him growling at her again with her making suggestions to a clearly set in his way and superior Pilot.

Nishi nodded as she listened to him and his approval of her tentative plans. The snowflakes were returning at the sound of his acceptance though her stomach quickly turned into a full on blizzard at his sudden and unexpected touch. His closeness, his purring, the look in his eye, it was all enough to turn her mind into mush and her tail swishing from side to side. She barely heard a word he was saying as long as they were in contact with each other.

It was only when he told her to sit that she finally snapped out of it and plopped heavily down into her chair. "Dinner...right," she said shakily before trying to clear her throat and have a sip of water. Her ears twitched happily as her tail continued to sweep behind her. "Um...it looks good!"

The feel of his tails wrapping gently about her own sent a shiver racing up and down her spine as a soft purr reverberated in her throat. "I can do that," she whispered, her ears perking up slightly as she retrieved the knife and began to evenly slice both of the rolls carefully and with precision. Nishi wanted it to be perfect for him. She did not want to disappoint him when their first meeting was already off to a rocky start.

"Um did you have plans for the weekend?"

So much for trying to ask where to get dinner and surprise Neeko. She should have known better though. This was his home turf after all. Hearing his laughter after her response though made her stomach tingle like snowflakes were dancing about in it. He approved of her fire so to speak. Even if she did admit that she liked women he had not seemed to notice or perhaps care which suited her just fine.

His truce over her clothes was a welcome relief. Still, Nishi opened the door slowly, peering her head around to make sure he was not trying to sneak a peek before she stepped forward and kicked her bag behind her into the bathroom. All the while her eyes never once left boring holes into the back of his head.

"Thank you," she chirped before slipping back in and shutting the door, though this time more quietly. She slipped into a pair of loose sweatpants and a thick hoodie before taking to task with toweling off her tail followed by brushing it until it was velvety smooth and soft.

Eventually despite all of her stalling there was nothing left for her to do but to exit. Her dirty clothes were packed back into the bag and the towel was carefully hung up to dry. Sheepishly, Nishi exited the bathroom, all but attempting to sneak out even though she knew it was no use. Her perky ears poked out of holes in the hood of her hoodie and swiveled about listening for where Neeko might be even as she prepared herself for a double reprimand: once for her behavior earlier, and then twice for slamming a door in his face.

He easily boxed her as Nishi offered no resistance. She heard the warning growl deep in his voice and instinctively obeyed without question. It was the same tone that all of her previous mentors had used with her to control her into obedience during her Candidacy. While her ears did lay flat against her skull her chin was raised to attention. The Kitsuni before her though her husband to be was also a Pilot Royal, the Neeko Reynard in fact. She had read his file when she first heard the news of their impending marriage. She knew everything about him there was to know, at least that had been written down.

"Yes, sir," she barked, already forgetting his invitation to call him Neeko as she ducked under his arm and scuttled off to the shower. Her bag was forgotten where she left it as the door to the bathroom was shut and she rushed to obey her commanding officer's orders.

Only once she was in the shower and under the warm spray did she actually take in and comprehend what had just happened. 'He said yes...I'm going to get married..to a male with a...' Nishi blushed and drowned her thoughts out by dunking her head under the shower head. 'I made him angry though. I should expect further reprimand and punishment when I'm done here I suppose. I definitely deserve it for mouthing off like that. Draconem is going to kill me. This is certainly not what he had in mind.'

Nishi growled to herself and tried to return her focus to scrubbing herself clean. Her skin would be red with scrubbing if she had her way about it. 'I wonder if he's eaten yet. Maybe I should make something...but I can't cook. It would be rude to make him make food. Hmm maybe there's somewhere nearby I can order food? I could ask the other Pilots. I'm sure they could make a recommendation or two. That's wife-like enough, right?'

She paused watching his rear depart without even realizing she was staring before she shucked off her shoes and hurried to follow him. "I can sleep on the couch. It's your bed and I'm...the intruder here." Her eyes darted about, taking in her surroundings quickly and mapping it in her mind for later reference.

"Candidates aren't allowed a lot of possessions," Nishi commented, glancing down at her bag. "I'm just freshly graduated. Besides two days with my parents and...you could say I was in a bit of a hurry to leave. It's not everyday you hear you're getting married. Well...I guess for you it's a bit more common, sir...Neeko."

Looking him in the eye with a tight expression she admitted awkwardly, "I'm not very good at making conversation. Sorry..."