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Post by Lady Britannia on Apr 25, 2019 20:22:15 GMT -5
Heather
19 year old Heather Walker relaxes in her stateroom strumming her guitar as the Amtrak train she’s on hurtles towards her destination, Paragon City. As she’s playing, she thinks about her life up until now.
Born and raised in Dallas, Texas, Heather lived a storybook life. She was raised by loving parents who encouraged her to chase her dreams and make them a reality, and she did just that. She excelled in everything that she did. An excellent student, she made the honor roll every year. She took up cheerleading in junior high, and for her last two years of high school, she was the squad captain. She was elected Homecoming Queen her senior year.
She was one of the most popular people in her high school. She had a way of brightening everyone’s day, and had a kind word for everyone. It didn’t matter who it was she talked to, whether it was the most popular jock, or the person who didn’t have any other friends, Heather always went out of her way to be friends with them all. Everyone loved her.
Heather’s biggest passion though was music and singing. Her mother told her once “You started singing before you were talking.” Heather started going to school and state vocal competitions in junior high, and won virtually every competition she was in until she graduated. She also started learning to play guitar her freshman year of high school, and now lugs it with her everywhere she goes. Heather dreams of one day being a wildly successful music star.
Her powers manifested on her 16th birthday. The night before, she had the strangest dream. When she got up the next morning, she walked into her bathroom, looked in the mirror, and saw nothing. She was invisible! Heather screamed out at the top of her lungs. When her parents rushed into the bathroom, they watched in shock as she slowly became visible again.
After the shock wore off, the three of them sat down and discussed what had happened. Heather didn’t want anyone but the three of them knowing about it, and her parents agreed to it. Though her parents did think it best to find someone to help her learn how to control her powers, so her father contacted a local hero he knew, who agreed to secretly train her. So twice a week, she would meet with her “voice coach” for several hours.
Shortly after the start of her senior year of high school, tragedy struck. Heather’s father, a 15 year veteran of the Texas State Patrol, was viciously gunned down during a traffic stop. She and her mother were devastated. At the funeral, she sang a song that she wrote about her father. After the funeral, Heather and her mother moved on as best as they could. She was always close to her mother, but her father’s death drew them even closer.
Despite how good her life was, she felt there was something not quite right about it. She felt like she wasn’t……….complete. Something was missing from her life that should have been there, and she wasn’t sure what it was. She would catch herself at times, turning around, as if she expected someone to be there. It was always a letdown when she didn’t see whatever it was her subconscious was telling her should be there, but she vowed that someday she would figure out what was causing her to feel that way.
When it came time to think about colleges, Heather looked at dozens. She wasn’t sure why, but when she was visited by a recruiter from Paragon City University, and looked at the literature, she knew this was the college she needed to attend. Something was drawing her there. So, after turning down numerous colleges that were far more prestigious, including Julliard, she accepted a full Academic and Music scholarship to Paragon City University. Her mother didn’t completely agree with this, thinking Heather was making the wrong choice, but went along with it.
She stopped strumming her guitar and looked at her watch. Only five more hours until she reached Paragon City.
Five hours later, Heather stepped off of the train, dragging her luggage behind her. The college had assigned her a student advisor, who was supposed to meet her at the station and help her get to the college and settled in. She finally spied a young man holding a sign with her name on it. He’s cute, she thought, A little short, but cute. She walked up to him and smiled. “Hi there, I’m Heather Walker,” she said with her soft Texas twang.
The young man lowered the sign. “Hey there! I’m James Killian. I’ll be your student advisor while you’re here in Paragon. Well, at least for this year anyway. You’ll have to get another one next year if you want it, since this is my last year, but anyway, that’s looking a little far ahead. Let me get some of that for you.” He smiles and grabs a couple of her bags.
“It’s nice to meet you James, thank you.” She starts following James out of the station.
James looks over at her. “I’m afraid we’re going to have to do some walking. The van I was assigned to bring you wouldn’t start, so I had to catch the Tram over here. Thought I wasn’t going to make it in time. It’s only a block from here to the Tram, and then once we get to Steel, its only two blocks to the college.”
Heather nods. “That’s fine. I’ve been sitting on a train for over a day, I could use some exercise.”
They make it to the Tram station, and catch the next one to Steel Canyon, chatting the whole way. They get off of the Yellow Line in Steel and start walking down the street towards the college. They’re about a block away from the campus when, from behind a bus stop, some Outcasts step out and block their way. James steps in front of Heather and tells them “We don’t want any problems boys.”
One of the Outcasts sneers at James. “That’s too bad punk, because you’ve got problems. Take their stuff!” He reaches out to grab the bags that James is carrying. James sighs, and his hands start glowing as he drops the bags and unleashes a punishing uppercut to the Outcast in front of him.
“The runt’s a Cape!” one of the other Outcasts shouts, “Get him!”
James starts fighting the rest of the group as Heather stands there astonished. Her advisor is a Hero! One of the Outcasts slips behind James and is about to blindside him. She raises her hand and sends a wave of pure force at the man, sending him flying over James and the rest of the gang. The entire fights stops as both the Outcasts and James turns around and stares at her. She raises one finger up, it starts to glow, and wags it back and forth. James grins, and turns around to see the rest of the Outcasts running off. He shrugs and looks at Heather again as he starts picking up her luggage.
“Well, it looks like someone’s got a bit of talent.”
Heather blushes. “Yeah, I don’t use it very often.”
“You didn’t come to Paragon to be a hero?”
Heather shakes her head. “No, I’m not real comfortable with showing that I have powers. I only came to Paragon to attend college.”
James nods as they start to make their way to the college. “Hmm. Well, maybe you ought to think about it. I wasn’t sure about it at first either, but once I registered and started doing it, I fell in love with it.”
“That’s not me. I only learned how to use my powers so I would be able to control them and not use them. I’m not real proud of the fact that I have them.” She frowns.
Seeing that it’s a touchy subject with her, James lets it drop. They get onto the campus, and James says to her “Let’s go drop your stuff off in your dorm room, and then I can give you a tour of the campus if you want.”
Heather smiles. “That would be great.”
They drop off her stuff, and James shows her campus. They stop at the admission office. Heather checks in and gets her schedule. Then he shows her all the important stops: The Library, Student Services, the Cafeteria. As they walk out of the cafeteria, a girl passes by, sees Heather, and stops. “Erica! My goodness! I didn’t think I would ever see you in such a short skirt. You look great!”
Heather is puzzled. “I’m sorry, but you must have me confused with someone else.”
The other girl hears Heather’s accent and frowns. “Oh, I’m sorry; you look like someone I know. My apologies.” She walks off, looking back over her shoulder at Heather.
After the tour, James takes Heather back to her dorm room. He hands her a slip of paper. “Okay, here’s my cell phone number. If you need help with anything, just give me a call.”
“Thank you very much for all your help James. I appreciate it.” James leaves and Heather goes into her room and starts unpacking.
An hour later, she has gotten most of her stuff put up. She had just finished putting up a plaque on the wall. It has a picture of her father in his uniform and his badge mounted below the picture. She is just thinking about maybe heading to the cafeteria for some dinner when the door to the dorm room opens and someone comes in. As she starts to turn around she says “Hey! You must be my roommate. I’m Heather, nice to meet…” and stops, stunned as she sees her own face staring back at her.
19 year old Heather Walker relaxes in her stateroom strumming her guitar as the Amtrak train she’s on hurtles towards her destination, Paragon City. As she’s playing, she thinks about her life up until now.
Born and raised in Dallas, Texas, Heather lived a storybook life. She was raised by loving parents who encouraged her to chase her dreams and make them a reality, and she did just that. She excelled in everything that she did. An excellent student, she made the honor roll every year. She took up cheerleading in junior high, and for her last two years of high school, she was the squad captain. She was elected Homecoming Queen her senior year.
She was one of the most popular people in her high school. She had a way of brightening everyone’s day, and had a kind word for everyone. It didn’t matter who it was she talked to, whether it was the most popular jock, or the person who didn’t have any other friends, Heather always went out of her way to be friends with them all. Everyone loved her.
Heather’s biggest passion though was music and singing. Her mother told her once “You started singing before you were talking.” Heather started going to school and state vocal competitions in junior high, and won virtually every competition she was in until she graduated. She also started learning to play guitar her freshman year of high school, and now lugs it with her everywhere she goes. Heather dreams of one day being a wildly successful music star.
Her powers manifested on her 16th birthday. The night before, she had the strangest dream. When she got up the next morning, she walked into her bathroom, looked in the mirror, and saw nothing. She was invisible! Heather screamed out at the top of her lungs. When her parents rushed into the bathroom, they watched in shock as she slowly became visible again.
After the shock wore off, the three of them sat down and discussed what had happened. Heather didn’t want anyone but the three of them knowing about it, and her parents agreed to it. Though her parents did think it best to find someone to help her learn how to control her powers, so her father contacted a local hero he knew, who agreed to secretly train her. So twice a week, she would meet with her “voice coach” for several hours.
Shortly after the start of her senior year of high school, tragedy struck. Heather’s father, a 15 year veteran of the Texas State Patrol, was viciously gunned down during a traffic stop. She and her mother were devastated. At the funeral, she sang a song that she wrote about her father. After the funeral, Heather and her mother moved on as best as they could. She was always close to her mother, but her father’s death drew them even closer.
Despite how good her life was, she felt there was something not quite right about it. She felt like she wasn’t……….complete. Something was missing from her life that should have been there, and she wasn’t sure what it was. She would catch herself at times, turning around, as if she expected someone to be there. It was always a letdown when she didn’t see whatever it was her subconscious was telling her should be there, but she vowed that someday she would figure out what was causing her to feel that way.
When it came time to think about colleges, Heather looked at dozens. She wasn’t sure why, but when she was visited by a recruiter from Paragon City University, and looked at the literature, she knew this was the college she needed to attend. Something was drawing her there. So, after turning down numerous colleges that were far more prestigious, including Julliard, she accepted a full Academic and Music scholarship to Paragon City University. Her mother didn’t completely agree with this, thinking Heather was making the wrong choice, but went along with it.
She stopped strumming her guitar and looked at her watch. Only five more hours until she reached Paragon City.
Five hours later, Heather stepped off of the train, dragging her luggage behind her. The college had assigned her a student advisor, who was supposed to meet her at the station and help her get to the college and settled in. She finally spied a young man holding a sign with her name on it. He’s cute, she thought, A little short, but cute. She walked up to him and smiled. “Hi there, I’m Heather Walker,” she said with her soft Texas twang.
The young man lowered the sign. “Hey there! I’m James Killian. I’ll be your student advisor while you’re here in Paragon. Well, at least for this year anyway. You’ll have to get another one next year if you want it, since this is my last year, but anyway, that’s looking a little far ahead. Let me get some of that for you.” He smiles and grabs a couple of her bags.
“It’s nice to meet you James, thank you.” She starts following James out of the station.
James looks over at her. “I’m afraid we’re going to have to do some walking. The van I was assigned to bring you wouldn’t start, so I had to catch the Tram over here. Thought I wasn’t going to make it in time. It’s only a block from here to the Tram, and then once we get to Steel, its only two blocks to the college.”
Heather nods. “That’s fine. I’ve been sitting on a train for over a day, I could use some exercise.”
They make it to the Tram station, and catch the next one to Steel Canyon, chatting the whole way. They get off of the Yellow Line in Steel and start walking down the street towards the college. They’re about a block away from the campus when, from behind a bus stop, some Outcasts step out and block their way. James steps in front of Heather and tells them “We don’t want any problems boys.”
One of the Outcasts sneers at James. “That’s too bad punk, because you’ve got problems. Take their stuff!” He reaches out to grab the bags that James is carrying. James sighs, and his hands start glowing as he drops the bags and unleashes a punishing uppercut to the Outcast in front of him.
“The runt’s a Cape!” one of the other Outcasts shouts, “Get him!”
James starts fighting the rest of the group as Heather stands there astonished. Her advisor is a Hero! One of the Outcasts slips behind James and is about to blindside him. She raises her hand and sends a wave of pure force at the man, sending him flying over James and the rest of the gang. The entire fights stops as both the Outcasts and James turns around and stares at her. She raises one finger up, it starts to glow, and wags it back and forth. James grins, and turns around to see the rest of the Outcasts running off. He shrugs and looks at Heather again as he starts picking up her luggage.
“Well, it looks like someone’s got a bit of talent.”
Heather blushes. “Yeah, I don’t use it very often.”
“You didn’t come to Paragon to be a hero?”
Heather shakes her head. “No, I’m not real comfortable with showing that I have powers. I only came to Paragon to attend college.”
James nods as they start to make their way to the college. “Hmm. Well, maybe you ought to think about it. I wasn’t sure about it at first either, but once I registered and started doing it, I fell in love with it.”
“That’s not me. I only learned how to use my powers so I would be able to control them and not use them. I’m not real proud of the fact that I have them.” She frowns.
Seeing that it’s a touchy subject with her, James lets it drop. They get onto the campus, and James says to her “Let’s go drop your stuff off in your dorm room, and then I can give you a tour of the campus if you want.”
Heather smiles. “That would be great.”
They drop off her stuff, and James shows her campus. They stop at the admission office. Heather checks in and gets her schedule. Then he shows her all the important stops: The Library, Student Services, the Cafeteria. As they walk out of the cafeteria, a girl passes by, sees Heather, and stops. “Erica! My goodness! I didn’t think I would ever see you in such a short skirt. You look great!”
Heather is puzzled. “I’m sorry, but you must have me confused with someone else.”
The other girl hears Heather’s accent and frowns. “Oh, I’m sorry; you look like someone I know. My apologies.” She walks off, looking back over her shoulder at Heather.
After the tour, James takes Heather back to her dorm room. He hands her a slip of paper. “Okay, here’s my cell phone number. If you need help with anything, just give me a call.”
“Thank you very much for all your help James. I appreciate it.” James leaves and Heather goes into her room and starts unpacking.
An hour later, she has gotten most of her stuff put up. She had just finished putting up a plaque on the wall. It has a picture of her father in his uniform and his badge mounted below the picture. She is just thinking about maybe heading to the cafeteria for some dinner when the door to the dorm room opens and someone comes in. As she starts to turn around she says “Hey! You must be my roommate. I’m Heather, nice to meet…” and stops, stunned as she sees her own face staring back at her.
