Heather of New Haven

Clan	Gangrel
Position	None
Status	6
Domain	Sacramento, CA
Coterie	None
Society	{{{Society}}}
Path	Humanity 000
Player	Amy

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Overview

Alias(es):
Heather Walden
Heather of New Haven
The Cast Iron Cunt
Ice Queen

Real Name: Many are rumored, none confirmed.

Apparent Age: Mid Thirties

Concept: Do not fuck with me, and I will not fuck with you.

Physical description: Caucasian female, 6' tall, medium build and muscled. Blonde hair in braids usually pinned to her head, yellow eyes and an odd twitch.

Detailed Status:

• Acknowledged by Prince Hayden of Yuba City
• Loyal by Prince Hayden of Yuba City
• Just by Prince Alejandro Patron of New Haven
• Feared by Prince Alejandro Patron of New Haven
• Indomitable by Prince Riley of Sacramento
• Relentless by Prince Book of San Fransisco

Character Information

A hard enemy to have, Heather is an even harder friend to loose for the few she has named such. Heather stood as one of the Seventeen that fought and destroyed what was left of Angus the Unruled on the Mirakatsu, and drew first blood with a rifle given to her on that night. Though dodging the spotlight seems to be her MO, she spoke at the Conclave that restored Xavier to the Justicarial seat and emerges from time to time with scathing retorts when provoked. Heather took the Praxis of New Haven, but left it 6 months later with little explanation to live in Sacramento as one of Jackson Riley's pet former Prince brigade. She is often seen tagging along with Shanghai Kelly, though rarely looks happy to be there.

Coterie

Are you nuts? No one can stand this bitch for long enough to coterie with her.

Allies

See above. Though she does sometimes seem to have the ear of the oddest people...

Enemies

Anyone who pisses her off, which seems to be everyone.

Sire

David Walden

Childer

Known: Breyer of New Haven Gregory Woodward

Probably others, you know how these Gangrel are...

Broodmates

God, can you imagine being kin to her?

Character Inspirations

7 of 9, and my cat.

Quotes

Sit down and shut up until you earn your right to speak, childe.
You cannot possibly be that stupid. PLEASE, tell me you are not that stupid, and you are just trying to fuck all of us.
Tell me why I should listen to you. Make a compelling argument, and I might.

Rumors

Heather is Wilson Coltraine's childe.
Heather and Shanghai Kelly are lovers.
Heather is gayer than a tree full of monkeys on nitrous oxide. Except the lesbian version of that.
Heather is a coward.
Heather will rip off your face with her claws if you piss her off.
Heather is such a softy she can't stand to hurt anything, much less kill it.
Heather is City Gangrel.
Heather's sire picked a fight with Prince Book, and Book blood bound her in retaliation.

The Stories She's Told

Origin

Heather sits up, rolls her shoulders. Turning slightly, the light from the fire catches her eyes frequently as it flickers. Its an odd double reflection off of the glasses lenses and then her pupil's coyote-reflecting glare

"In the long dark long ago, before there was more than one of each thing in the world there lived Raven and Coyote. Then as now they lived often on the edges of things, watching, and playing."

"Now, there were few laws in that time, but the few there were were inviolate. Nothing could break them, for Man had not yet come to the world. First and foremost of all the laws that had not yet even been written was balance. All things in balance."

"In that time Coyote was not as we know her now. She could run through the sky at will, alone in the dark blank that did not yet even have the stars to light the way. Raven, too was different. He wore a coat of brilliant, beautiful colors. When Raven passed, all who saw him were haunted by his gorgeous feathered magnificence, and so to make sure the saw him always he simply hopped along the ground."

She leans forward slightly, and in a faintly mocking tone "Raven was as we know him now, you see, in his pride."

Releasing your gaze she leans back again. "The world spun, and new things came to it. One night, Hunger came into Coyote and spoke quiet words to her. So, as they played Coyote snapped at Raven, snapped and caught the wondrous, beautiful coat of feathers.. and Coyote swallowed it up."

"Coyote stopped, and tried to beg forgiveness from Raven, but he was very angry, and made even more so by the liquid, crystal notes that Coyote now spoke with. The law, said Raven, is the law. So, snatching, he took from Coyote her flight."

"Cackling in his dark voice, Raven fled for the night. After not too long a time Raven found forgivenss had grown in his heart and so he went to share with Coyote this new thing, to trade for this Hunger Coyote had gained. When he returned though, he found Coyote could not see him. Black against black, there was no more brilliance for Coyote to pick out in the night. And Coyote sat, and howled her loneliness to the dark."

"Even this Raven could not hear though, for the black night swallowed it up. All alone Raven flew in the cold, bereft even of the small whispers of conversation between others. So Raven, quick thinker that he was and is, went to the river and bathed, and flew to the sky, smearing droplets of water across the night. Heather looks up at the stars Then, Raven could hear Coyote's song, reflected back to him."

"Moved by their friendship and Coyote's cries, Raven came again to Coyote. Coyote, at last able to see her friend sihloetted against the stars, quieted and smiled. She promised Raven to never again come at him, and Raven promised to never again be so slow as to let himself be caught."

"Then, Raven told Coyote the other thing. Coyote, my friend, he said. I have taken from you something, and all things must balance. A gift for a theft, always. So, now dear friend,

Heather's eyes flick back to yours

"As I have taken your loneliness, I give to you your Clan."

Six Pillars

In the raw beginning, there was little to stop the wind and the rain and the thundering strike. Those who lived in this time put their shoulder to the wind and pressed on, resting only for a moment in the lee of a hill until the wind changed again and they were forced out. In darkness, in night, when a voice was lost to the howling winds it was lost forever, remembered by none.

There were those who grew tired of this existence, and so erected six pillars against the wind. In darkness, in night, there arose a structure to fight the storms and shield those underneath the lofty roof.

Some chafed against the mighty walls, scoffed at the building and the overly polite ways of those within it. They built their own houses, but in the end found that they would stand only while leaning against the great pillars. In darkness, in night, many came to the great house, and some to the lesser.

Time passed, and some wished to exit and face the wind on their own. Into the Wild they went, pressing into the wind and rain, come what may. Their wanderings became the stuff of legends, but storms arise that no one man can stand and face alone lest they be swept away. In darkness, in night, where does the lone traveler turn?

To the Tower, standing tall.