Remnants of the Earth

This was already a nightmare of a day for him and now he had one more Pilot dropped on his lap. At least it was Pilot Echo Kiers.

Lenny had no problem with either Kiers twin- well. Not usually. He was glad he hadn't been present when Chance had tried to tear through the halls to find out some information about Pilot Cardinal Rheeves' condition, but that had been weeks ago before the Pilot Echo had been released. He was sure his patient wouldn't be like that now.

Or so he had hoped before entering the exam room.

The sight of an anxious Pilot Echo Kiers was hardly reassuring but at least the fidget cube in the man's hand might occupy him long enough to get through the visit. He hoped.

"Hello Pilot Echo Kiers. How are you feeling today?" Lenny said as he looked over the tablet in his hand that had been updated with the vitals the nurse had taken a few minutes ago. "Sorry for the wait, and I know you were expecting Pilot Royal Jensik but something came up. I'm sure we can get you out of here fast, I know you have another appointment after this that I have been instructed to take you to."

Hopefully dropping the information Chance was looking for up front would encourage his full cooperation. "Your vitals all look fine. How is the leg feeling? Any change in your pain levels or discomfort since the last visit? You're still refusing blood thinners- why did they even bother to include that on the chart of a hemokinetic Pilot." Lenny scoffed. There was no need to pump a Pilot full of meds to prevent a possible problem that he could easily monitor himself.

"No blood clots right?"

{NAME}
Legally his name is now Bertrando Emem-Hestersen, but he still goes by Pilot Cardinal Emem (uh-mem)

{ALIASES}
"Bert" "Rando" "Rambo" "Ran", his gamertag is ExecuteElectrocute which has also earned him the nicknames "ExEl" and "Cute^2" (Cute squared). He also used to troll the Pilot chat under the name CYCLONESROOLE.

{AGE}
25

{GENDER, SEXUALITY}
Male, but is very aware of the 'feminine' aspects of his appearance.

He is attracted to 'masculine' qualities and 'masculine' presenting individuals regardless of gender. He is also polyamorous.

{SPECIES/ETHNICITY}
Largely of Serenian and direct fae descent, with some other things mixed in.
AEDOLIAN BITCHEZ!

{HEIGHT/BUILD}
4'9 and dainty af, candidacy seems to have done nothing to gain him any muscle mass, though he isn't actually as delicate as he appears.

{OCCUPATION}
Pilot Cardinal and memeber of the Aurora Cyclones, part time troll

{RESIDENCE}
Aurora, Aedolis



{PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION}
Rando is small. Especially for a Pilot. His skin is very pale and has an almost opalescent quality, mainly with soft pink undertones. His hair is about shoulder length at its longest and is a dark plum purple in color. In the center of his forehead, about an inch below his hair line, is a small circular jewel that is normally opal like in color but has been known to change with his mood. It is unknown by most if this is a dermal piercing or part of his biology. Rando has large baby doll like eyes in a pale iridescent lime green color.

The most striking aspect of his biology however are his damselfly like wings.

He has been mistaken for a doll or child on multiple occasions.

{PERSONALITY}

FRAT BOY 101
Rando loves being in a squadron. He loves the camaraderie of it and it turns him into a bit of an obnoxious douche. He is the first one to talk shit about anyone not on the Cyclones because obviously they aren't awesome like the Cyclones are. He is totally game for pounding beers and playing any of the Tactical Warfare games, Call to Arms games, or Kingdoms of War all night. He will still be ready for training the next day too and will definitely rag on anyone who isn't.

CHIHUAHUA SYNDROME
All bark and no bite. Bertrando acts very tough and aggressive, especially on line, despite his tiny figure. It's less a compensatory thing and more of a 'don't under estimate me' thing. He is very aware that his personality and appearance contrast each other, but doesn't actually have a complex about his looks or size. However he can't stand being talked down to or over looked because of it. He is a Pilot in his own damn right. You don't graduate for being cute.

DO IT FOR THE LAWLZ
Whether or not you find his trolling and 'humor' funny is a personal matter. He happens to think he is hilarious and great at it and may pout if you tell him otherwise.

GLASS HEART ON MY SLEEVE
Despite trying to act tough, he is a very emotional, loud, and passionate individual. It is intensely difficult for him to hide his emotions, but he turns them into a source of motivation and strength whenever possible. He can't lie about how he feels. He can lie about other things, but not his feelings.

WOULDN'T YOU THINK MY COLLECTION'S COMPLETE?
Rando is actually really sentimental and collects all kinds of various trinkets and cute things... especially if they are shiny or soft, but they all have sentimental meaning to him in some way so if anyone fucks with them or says shit about his collectibles he loses it.

DAD MATERIAL
Is actually really great with small kids and loves them despite any implications to the contrary. This stops applying to kids 12 and older. They are brats. :|

Fun Facts!:

• Despite his strong fae background he can lie. However he has a hard time lying when it contradicts his true feelings.
• Is often confused for his boyfriend because if you looked at them both you would assume based on their personalities that Rando was the big intimidating looking one and Vasili was the small demure one.
• HUUUUUGE SWEET TOOTH.
• Can pack away grain alcohol like its nothing but anything with a fruit or nut base goes straight to his head.
• His gamertag before candidacy was WingedPrayer.
• Secretly loves cartoons... both ones intended for adults and for kids
• Used to have a huuuuge lop bunny but he had to give her away when he got drafted into candidacy
• He met his first boyfriend in candidacy and found out the hard way why you don't date other candidates.

{SPECIAL ABILITIES}
Telepathy- Enough to be a Pilot.
Electrokinesis- Not necessarily the most powerful but very skilled. Scarily so.

He is very skilled with firearms but is better with smaller ones as apposed to larger rifles.

Some assumed glamour magic, however despite his obvious fae heritage he seems to have inherited psionics from his father's side instead. Which is fine by him. It hasn't stopped people from speculating on his 'faerie magics' or accusing him of hypnotizing people.

{RELATIONSHIPS}
Vasili Hestersen- His husband (they eloped! 8D) and fellow Pilot and Aurora Cyclone. Their personalities are often believed to be complete opposites but they work well together.

Zirconium- Bertrando's dragon. A small white and largely mechanical younger dragon who has not had many Pilots since its hard for him to find one small enough for him.

Seiteki Tora- His mentor from candidacy and his 'mamateki'. He loves her like she is his parent, he never really had good ones growing up so she is really important to him.

Yavul Hyakinthos- Rando's 'big brother', one of Seiteki's former candidates. Rando really does see him as family.

Sparrow Anderson- Another of Seiteki's former candidates. Rando and her were also candidates together for a while. She is like a sister to him though they aren't as close.

Lilo Hestersen- Technically his stepchild? He doesn't think of them that way. He wants to be friends with Lilo but sometimes that is really hard. Not to mention awkward.

Aeron Holyfield- Commander of the Aurora Cyclones and the best trash squad mom who is totally not mom.

{HISTORY}
Video games saved his life.

At least, as far as Bertrando is concerned they did.

Growing up on the streets of Aurora isn't as glamorous as it seems. Especially when you are small and frail looking, and they are the wrong streets.

His dad was a big time gang member in Aurora who finally got arrested when Rando was seven, and his mother was too busy doing and making drugs to care about him. He was looked out for by some, and hassled by many others. But video games...

He had a knack for those. Especially for the first person shooters. Maybe it was from growing up will gang violence as a norm, but even the virtual simulator versions of the games were easy for him. They made him feel good. Tough. Strong. Fearless.

Instead of some kid who cried himself to sleep at night.

He played games as much as he could, at arcades too when he was able. He started gaining a rank. He was getting on par with professional gamers. He was fourteen when he started gaining popularity and got his first sponsors. He got a small apartment of his own in a better neighborhood. Got a new custom game console. Started a gaming channel where he posted videos, got invited to gaming conventions... he was getting famous.

And then when he was seventeen he accidentally fried a game console at an arcade where he was making an appearance. He had never once suspected he was psychic before then. It wasn't long after that he was deemed telepathic enough to become a candidate and that whole nightmare started.

In the first two stages his gamer cred meant nothing, and the training and learning was all so hard, he was sure he was going to be TRIM'd on several occasions. When he reached stage three things changed a bit. He found he was good at working in a team environment, and that all the tactics he learned playing his games had practical application in the drills and simulations run in that stage. Stage four was tough, being electrokinetic meant spending more time reigning the unpredictable and destructive element in- or it should have meant that, but he was good at it.

Really good.

It took him five and a half years to graduate but he knew exactly what he wanted to do as a Pilot. He wanted to be an Aurora Cyclone.

Ailill really should have seen this coming. If he hadn't been so stressed he would have seen the signs from a mile away. Smelled them. He would have been out the door as soon as Beauregard entered. That would have been smart. But his own hormones clouded his judgement and-

His body needed this.

As much as his mind was screaming at him. As much as he wanted to push Beauregard away. But that wasn't what his hands were doing. They were gripping the drill instructor's shoulders tight and holding him close. He was making soft noises he didn't know he could make.. he was-

He wanted this.

"It's Roman's desk.. we can't.." He said softly as he gave into his own hormones for the first time in years, trembling as his horn was licked. He kissed Beauregard's neck softly, sucking on it gently. Part of his mind was screaming that he would regret this later, but his body and mind were so fatigued. This would fix it. At least for now.

Welcome! As Lion said feel free to ask any questions you might have! And yeah we are far more active on the discord than the CBox lol

There were doctors and gurneys waiting up on DoSaM's landing pads. Gerard had looked up the info on the mission once he got the call that they were coming in hot. A two man operation. Pilot Royal Lockhart and Pilot Echo Kiers. Chance.

The call had come from Banning, which likely meant that Chance was the one who was hurt. He had trauma teams waiting to meet them up on the roof and the second that they landed they moved in to meet the other Pilots. "Lockhart report!" He said as he over saw the doctors get the Pilot Echo onto the gurney and rush him toward the elevators. Chance was in good hands but his best chance was to get as much information as possible so they could best treat him. He took note of the figure wearing a broken flight helmet and standing by Banning's dragon, but now his concern was on his patient.

On Chance.

"What happened Pilot?" He asked Banning again.

He could feel eyes on him, kept his head down. Cloaked individuals weren't all too uncommon on the Cancer, most went about their business, but there were always eagle eyed bounty hunters and slavers looking for their mark or to pick off weak pray. He had to learn this the hard way, despite still being quite a bit naive. He ignored the vendors trying to hawk miracle cures and magical items at him, ignored a bar fight spilling out into the crowd.

Or tried to, until one of the bar patron's watching the fight caught his eye and caused him to stop dead in his tracks. Darvish.

His throat felt tight and his breath hitched as he slowly backed away, trying to melt unseen into the crowd, recoiling from the slaver and his entourage as they watched one guy beat the snot out of another. Shit. Shit! Ok. The Piss Hole should just be up ahead if he remembered right. He just had to go around the crowd carefully.

The sheer fact that Jonesy hadn't pulled away in disgust was enough for Jack. He let out a sigh and felt like at least one stone had been lifted from his chest. Still holding his Lead's hand he turned to actually look at the other scorpion, full acknowledging what that meant and how hard this was for both of them. He wanted to lie and protect Jonesy, but he also needed to tell someone. Someone else who could understand.

"Yeah. He's alive. He... I wanted to see him suffer. I think that's why I went. I want that to be why I went. I'm sure my therapist will tell me there is more to it than that." He muttered looking off for a second, trying not to let tears prick at his eyes in any visible manner. Trying to stay strong. "Jonesy. He is fucking thriving in there. They are doing it all over again. Just with prisoners now. They aren't suffering at all."

How did shit like this happen? How did Valdemar get to keep doing as he pleased while the old guard could barely sleep because of the nightmares? How did he get to be happy still? It was unjust. Was there really no punishment for wicked deeds in this world? It sickened him to his core to consider. It sickened him that his first reaction was to reach for the bottle.

Lilo-

What is it you want?

-Rodion

"I had a breakfast bar on the walk here sir. I am ready to train." He was fairly certain that Banning wasn't actually pissed at him and he wasn't about to press anything further.

The last thing he wanted to do was alienate and anger his mentor. He wanted to train. He wanted to excel. He wanted to graduated.

He still felt badly about his outburst yesterday and his entire face was still sore, bruised and swollen. Still he was ready. He could still vividly remember the details of Banning's face and the color of his eyes. To be able to map in such detail, to map in color... that was incredible. He wanted to do that again. He needed to do that again.

Jack smiled that sad pained smile briefly as their hands met and he squeezed Jonesy's back lightly. Their hands remained clasped tight as that smile faded. He had to tell him. He didn't want to keep anything from Jonesy. Even if it hurt him... even if it was a betrayal, it would only be worse if his second in command found out from someone else later.

"I.. I do some pretty stupid shit every year on my anniversary. Last year... Last year was ok. Scorpius and I stayed in and I drank some, but I just-" I cried and pet Scorpius "I stayed in." He took a shaky breath and ran his free hand through his hair. He looked across the room, at the television on his wall that was barely ever watched, at the sparse cold decor that showed no actual interests or warmth.

"Before Scorpius I would go out and get drunk and hook up with people... that's how I met most of my ex girlfriends... I didn't do that this year though. I did something really fucking stupid. I just." Another deep breath. "I don't expect you to understand. I don't understand it really. Sort of.. I don't know. I just don't want to lie or keep shit from you. So I'm sorry Jones." He couldn't look at his friend, he couldn't see the look of disgust he was sure would be on his face. He squeezed Jonesy's hand again watching their interlaced fingers instead.

"I went to see Valdemar today."