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Mar 26, 2019 21:43:02 GMT
Post by Heather Sutherland on Mar 26, 2019 21:43:02 GMT
Immediate intrigue? Well, she supposed she ought to not be too suspicious, it wasn't like she hadn't met the occasional person from around the isles in the US before. And to be fair, most people weren't expecting a typical Buckinghamshire accent from other Brits that they stumbled upon. Still though, experience had told her to be cautious so she'd be careful with what she said, even if her intrigue was pushing her to pursue interaction with the Scot.
Heather felt a mild, immediate diffusion of tension at the comment. "Yes, and I'm quite well acquainted with that reaction myself. Mind you, there are plenty of University students in the area with dyed hair, or very flashy outfits so it only really occurs when I'm in the city proper." She supposed he might have had a more immediately strong reaction to his accent too. Her accent was quite soft, but Scottish accents were definitely more punchy than a lot of areas of England were. She personally thought that there was quite a melodic tone to them, which she quite enjoyed.
She tried to shake off her internal stammer as she reached out and shook the man's hand, putting on what she hoped was at least a friendly smile, if not a welcoming one. "It's a pleasure." she replied, in what she hoped at least sounded a sincere tone. "I'm Heather."
She made sure to keep close attention to his shifts in emotion during the interaction, just incase he was up to something. Shrugging in response before adding "Honestly, I liked the University, that's about it. The city has a lot of culture to it to, if you know where to look."
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Mar 14, 2019 21:31:11 GMT
Post by Heather Sutherland on Mar 14, 2019 21:31:11 GMT
As the other patron approached the counter, Heather realised that she was picking up something like exhaustion from him, and relief. She glanced at him subtly, or in a way that she hoped was subtle, trying to take in his build and clothing. A little taken aback at what she saw, she blinked a little. He certainly looked like he wasn't from around here, and when he spoke her suspicions were confirmed. Heather hadn't heard much of Scottish accents recently, but they were very common around her family school, she even known a handful of teachers with variations on the accent.
She stood there, idling for a moment before picking up on the twinge of awkwardness from the barista behind the counter, wondering when they were going to have to serve one of the two most likely, and she blinked out of her little daydream. Blushing a little she cleared her throat. "I'm sorry, thank you!" She stammered a little.
She blinked and smiled a little to herself, gathering her thoughts a little, chiding herself for reacting in such an awkward stammering manor. "Pardon me, It has been a while since I've heard another accent from the UK, sorry for the gawking."
Moving swiftly onward to skate over the awkwardness, and not dwell on what felt like budding laughter in the server she rounded on him with a smile. "I'd like a breakfast tea, please." She handed over payment, and stepped lightly to the side, smiling at the Scot she'd just encountered, allowing for more conversation, but also letting him get what he came up to order.
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Mar 14, 2019 21:22:54 GMT
Post by Heather Sutherland on Mar 14, 2019 21:22:54 GMT
Heather did sincerely hope that her advice had been helpful to the currently nameless man. She'd helped out some younger students before during her time in schools in the US and the UK, but she'd never really given advice to people older than herself. She couldn't quite place the man's age, but he definitely was an adult. Aside from just the physical, teens tended to have a certain vibe to them, she supposed it was all the hormones playing havoc with their emotions.
"You're welcome, I've spent a lot of time studying, I suppose you tend to pick up a thing or two along the journey." Come to think of it, she really had spent most of her life preparing for one thing or another through study, more than most people her age at any rate. She really needed to get out more.
Raising an eyebrow at the sudden change in pace, she paused for a second before responding. "I'm mostly just working on a piece of work for my degree, this particular piece is to do with child development, something called separation anxiety." It was really more complex than that, but Heather didn't really like to bore people with details, she hated to think that she bored people period.
Unsure of what exactly had made the man uncomfortable Heather thought she should tread carefully when she spoke to him. It seemed to creep up more after she asked what he was looking into government for. Little twinges of paranoia made her flash through various scenarios, before calming herself and deciding that she shouldn't make rash judgement.
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Mar 13, 2019 15:53:19 GMT
Post by Heather Sutherland on Mar 13, 2019 15:53:19 GMT
Heather had never been one of those people that made friends out of random people on the street, she'd tended to keep to herself most of the time, and got left alone as a result. The few friends she'd made had been extremely out going people, or those she'd met through family, or an internship over in the US when she was a few years younger. She got on well enough with her roommates, but they really weren't her kind of people on the whole. They were very into the partying life style, and she was more of a bookworm.
Although, her sister had always encouraged Heather to try and come out of her shell and interact with people a little more. And this man had already prompted her for a response, so maybe she could help him out and get to know him a little. Heather put on what she hoped was a pretty friendly smile to preface her response and pulled out her headphones. "Yes, Hello there."
She tilted her head slightly in surprise to his comment. "Well yes, I suppose I do spend a lot of time studying." She admitted. Had he never studied before? For Heather, who had spent most of her life studying in one way or another this was incredulous. "Well. I-" She cleared her throat, gathering thoughts momentarily before pushing on. "It depends on what you're studying for. Usually a good place to start is to read through or listen to some material, and then write it out again in your own words, I find that helps me memorise things, if I format it into a way I'd explain it to another person."
She blinked a little, looking down at the material he was using. Was he thinking about applying for a course in Law or something? Those were an odd choice in books. "Are you trying to prepare for a test, or a presentation, something of the like?" the Brit queried.
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Mar 13, 2019 10:48:08 GMT
Post by Heather Sutherland on Mar 13, 2019 10:48:08 GMT
It'd been a while since Heather had felt the need to go out in the early hours of the morning for a hot beverage. Typically, she tended to do that at home and get a lot of her work done in that environment, because it was quieter than trying to do those things at the library. But this morning her flatmates had stumbled in with friends drunk and yelling, fresh from a club in town. She wasn't typically one to engage in clubbing as an activity, too many people in a cramped space and too much energy for her.
But as a result of their outing, and the subsequent party that seemed to be forming in their flat, she decided it was probably a good idea to get out and maybe do some reading, or a little coursework. She certainly wasn't getting back to sleep anytime soon, and she definitely wouldn't be getting any work done in this environment. So instead she got up, got dressed into some jeans, a band top and a jacket and headed out into the crisp early morning with a book and her laptop. The sun was just coming out and there were a combination of people out on the streets near the campus, some were stumbling home from evening escapades, others were groggily making their way to work or the library.
There were a fair number of café's here and there, as with most cities, and several that were close to, or located somewhere on campus. And a handful of them were just opening around now. Heather made her way to a nice quiet one, not too far away from the library, and gently pushed her way inside the door, glancing to see she was not the first patron of the morning, there were two or three other people in here, all reasonably young and mostly coming here to do work it seemed.
The café itself had been mostly furnished with worn looking wooden furniture, and a combination of comfy chairs and sofas. There were even a few beanbags here and there, and some artsy decorations on several of the walls. It really went and ran with that rustic hipster vibe. But Heather didn't mind, it was cosey and she could relax, or concentrate here without too much trouble. She made her way to the counter as another patron was doing the same.
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Post by Heather Sutherland on Mar 8, 2019 23:29:10 GMT
Heather had been having one of those weeks. Monday morning her flatmates had been having... relations, all morning. She'd needed to get out of the place and get some fresh air. Unfortunately the University had been having some sort of tour day on for applicants and was a lot more crowded than usual. Next, her usual social evening with one of her clubs had resulted in a bit of a chaotic evening with far more people than usual. More people, everywhere this week. Everything was cramped and crowded everywhere she went, and all Heather wanted to get done was some reading and coursework...
After several more days of this chaos, she'd gotten almost nothing that she wanted to done. Washing, lectures and meals were pretty much all she'd managed through the persistent rattling in her skull. Strolling into the campus library to get some work done she could immediately feel just how packed it was there with people filled with anxiety and stress, probably trying to crank out some assignments far later than was advisable. So she did a heel turn, and settled on going to one of the other libraries around town to do some studying for the evening.
Now this building while old, and in a bit more of a state of disrepair than it's campus equivalent, was at the very least, quiet. Not just in the sense that there weren't as many murmurs, or people having full blown arguments under the glare of an irritated librarian, but more that everyone was laid back in here. People were reading, maybe working on potential novels, and generally just relaxing or passing through with some rented books.
After being settled in a nice, comfy and quiet corner to do some work Heather quickly found herself in a small nest of documents and her laptop, typing away, along with a few texts she'd found in the library on separation anxiety for the piece she was working on. She'd made sure to not take up the whole table. While the Brit might not have wanted company per say, she also wasn't trying to turn it off.
She was shaken out of her concentration by a man she didn't recognise approaching her table, she didn't glance up at him exactly, more inspected him out the corner of her eye, though he didn't seem particular interested in her he seemed to be relieved just to sit down with some materials. She glanced over at him before resuming the sentence she was on, glancing across at him occasionally, even though she knew for a fact he was still here. He did seem to be unwinding a little bit.
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Feb 27, 2019 20:07:15 GMT
Post by Heather Sutherland on Feb 27, 2019 20:07:15 GMT
[googlefont="Krub"] [attr="class","boldtext"] Heather Elizabeth-Victoria Sutherland LOOKS LIKE Molly Quinn Ever reflect on earlier periods of your life and feel like you were silly about a possible relationship, or didn't take some project, or work seriously enough? I hear people relay those concerns all the time, so often in fact I hardly bat an eye when someone brings up wasting a portion of their life and have pretty well rehearsed responses to reassure them.
For me, I carried the weight of the world on my shoulders, metaphorically of course. I was born to a family who... Well lets just say that they were more than simply affluent. And they had plans for me. My grandparents certainly had a lot to do with this, and my mother didn't do much to stand in the way of it. Though to be fair she may have just wanted me to succeed.
So I spent the first few years of my life in homeschooling, via a private tutor, and around the time that I was 12 I ended up studying at the institute my family had been running for several generations, due to some very specific genetic circumstances.
Life was hard for a good long while. I tried to take things in my stride a little too much, and not in the arrogant way (Maybe a little of that too), but more that I didn't really believe I had the right to complain or think outside the box I was being pushed into.
Eventually my Grandmother decided that it was time for me to get a real idea of what her plans for me would entail, turns out she wanted me to take over the running of the school (My Brother and Sister were inappropriate for this, apparently.) And as a result shipped me off to a similar school in the US. To my understanding, they helped found the school in England.
I studied and interned there for a while, the experience helped to bring me out of my shell and foster my independent aspirations, or at the very least start nudging me in that direction. But before I knew it there was trouble in the air again, and I ended up being shipped back to the UK.
The whole year was troubled, and in the lead up to December my family relationship was more strained than ever, and my mother had me shipped off for the third time in my bloody life to another different private school. My family name got most of my relatives into trouble, however I'd received the last name of my other parent, courtesy of some form of rebellion by my Mum.
Shortly thereafter I lost contact with most of my relatives, and I heard that my mother had passed away a year or so later. Life was lonely for a good while, but I managed to keep up my grades through it all and then as an independent adult decided that on graduation, I would go to University in the US. Weighing up my options I fell in love the with University of Portland, and have since undertaken a Psychology degree there.
It's been a year since I moved here, and I'm happy to say that I've moved on with my life from my problematic teenage years. I'm independent, on a scholarship and am making new friends. I'm happy.
🎂 19 🧠GENDER Female 💕 Demisexual 💼 College student 🧬 Passive Empathy and imprinting 📕 Passive Empathy and Emotion imprinting.
Passive Empathy:
Heather's power is that of sensing the emotions around her, this is always active and has been since her power activated when she was 11, leading to her quickly becoming overwhelmed by a tornado of emotions, fortunately her family were prepared and immediately got her help with initially suppressing, and eventually learning to manage it at their school, St Bethany's.
She's become a lot more adept at managing it since she's become older, but it is always on and can only be deactivated by power suppression.
Imprinting: The second part of her mutation, which only activated when she was 15 is that through skin to skin contact she can either push an emotion from nearby or her into another person, and encourage it to take over. In other words, she puts an emotion into them and gives it an advantage over other emotions, this does not necessarily mean a depressed person can become happy, but it does significantly increase the chances of this happening.
LIMITATIONS
-Heather's passive empathy has a range of about 50 yards, although she can only distinguish a particular person's emotion within 20 yards of them, unless she knows the person well in which case it's about 30 yards, generally speaking she cannot discern what a specific emotion is or where it's coming from beyond 30 yards, although they will still effect her.
-Heather has to have skin to skin contact for at least a 10 seconds to imprint an emotion on someone, and for it to be effective they have to be open to her words.
-She can also only imprint 4-5 times in a day
SIDE-EFFECTS
-The first and most obvious side effect of her passive power is that the emotions, to greater or lesser extents effect her. As with most people, being around a happy or sad person will often incline you more towards their mood if the emotion is intense enough, this is also true with Heather. The advantage she has however as having been an early bloomer she has had time to get to grips with her power and can often focus on the happy ones and as such isn't depressed very often.
-This can also lead to a lot of confusion and quite severe headaches with her not being sure what emotions are hers, and what is coming from other people.
-Using the imprinting often leaves heather feeling emotionally exhausted or more often also has the same effect as intended for the target on herself.
-She often suffers from insomnia in populated areas due to intense emotions waking her during her sleep.
-If she tries to imprint more than 4 times a day she will get very dizzy and exhausted. PLAYED BY Raz Razzledazzle#7570 Fluid » UK» 23 [newclass=".boldtext b"]font-family:Krub; color: #7a4d6e;[/newclass] |
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