Heather is one of the older planes at the airport, recognizable by her
long eyelashes and even shorter fuse. She is cantankerous in personality
and displays signs of sociopathy, having little to no regard for others
and taking delightful glee in using and bringing misery to them. She is
particularly fond of "playing" with humans, who she views as pests, and
enjoys crushing them so under her wings like ants. Heather has a
fondness for manflesh and will not hesitate in gobbling down an unlucky
worker, much to the dread of the maintenance crews that perform their
rounds. Why would anyone tolerate this? Because they can't get her to
move. Heather came to the airport on her own accord, decided she liked
it there, and so is freeloading for the time being. One day she will
grow bored of such a place and move elsewhere, but as for now, she has
marked this as her nesting grounds. 
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