Name: Kiera Hayes
Age: 29
Physical Extras: The 5'8" blue-eyed, blonde-haired young woman possesses a fair complexion - golden tanned during the warmer months - and possesses a classic beauty. She usually wears her straight hair in loose curls that frame her oval-shaped face and cascade past her shoulders to the middle of her back. Though more-often-than-not covered by makeup, freckles dot the bridge of her nose and top of her cheeks. The lobes of both ears are pierced, as is the cartilage of both ears – two in the left and three in the right. While she has no visible tattoos or body-piercings, anyone who has seen Kiera swim or sunbathe at the local pool would've noticed the butterfly on her right pubic bone and the jewelry dangling at her navel – remnants of a misspent youth.
Kiera's daily attire consists of clothes that are comfortable; jeans, skirts, and blouses, and she wears the typical Pharmacist labcoat, while at work. However, when the store closes and the bar opens, Kiera slips into something more risqué.
Sexuality: Pansexual
Three Good Traits:
Caring – Kiera truly cares about the people of Cascade Falls. She does her best to help new folk adjust; organize activities for anyone to join; care for folks' spirit, body, and mind; supplement the town's mediocre pharmaceutical stock with holistic remedies; and provide something for people to gossip about – if they're talking about her, they're not talking about the past.
Friendly – Part of the role she's adopted for herself, she's genuinely happy to see people, no matter what they think of her. She greets people with a warm smile, makes time for anyone, and provides a shoulder to lean on and ear to listen – as long as they don't break the town's rules.
Driven – Kiera has never been content to rest on her laurels. She's always been the type of person to want more, to improve herself, to set and aim for the next goal. She graduated high school a year early, earned her bachelor's in less than three years, passed her PCAT (Pharmacy college admission test) the week after graduation, and earned her license the week after she graduated Pharmacy school.
Three Flaws:
Looks out for herself – She's willing to be everyone's friend, give them all she can to help them adjust and to make Cascade Falls a better place to live, but she's not about to stick her neck out for
anyone. They already know everything, so there's no reason for her to go down with someone who's not smart enough to keep their mouth shut.
Former/Current Addict – Kiera was on the fast track to burn bright and die young. There wasn't much she wasn't addicted to, and that was probably the reason she woke up one day in Cascade Falls. Since that day, she's all but sobered up. It helps that the town doesn't have access to much, but if she's been able to find the seeds, she's likely tried to grow it, and the pub's taps flow smoothly.
Active Mind – Due to various medications, and her former lifestyle, Kiera's sleep schedule is erratic, if she sleeps at all. Normally she would do her best to clear her head with a walk, but she was told, early in her stay, that the town frowned upon such things. Since then, she has built a greenhouse; taught herself to play the guitar; picked up pottery, painting, and photography; learned to garden; and became an amateur mechanic and a wannabe playwright.
BEFORE
Place of Residence: San Jose, CA
Marital Status: Single
Family/Children:
Paul and Katherine Hayes – Parents
Keegan Hayes – Older Brother
Patrick Donovan – Part-time boyfriend, roommate
Occupation: Pharmacist
Who was president when you came to Cascade Falls?: Obama
NOW
Marital Status: Single
Occupation: Pharmacist
Family Children:
How long have you lived in Cascade Falls?: ~2.5 years
Have you ever tried to leave?: Yes
Have you ever been to the fence?: Yes
IN-CHARACTER WRITING SAMPLE
The door closed and the scrub top fell to the wood. She stepped on the heel of her right shoe, slipped her foot out, and then repeated. A moment later, she wiggled out of her scrub bottoms and allowed them to drop next to the top, where they'd all rest until Sunday night.
Bare feet quickly tiptoed across the cold floor and found refuge upon the large area rug. It was the only piece of décor in an otherwise no-frill apartment. A number of scenic pictures were stacked on end three feet away, in the corner, next to a topless box which held a collection of miscellaneous knickknacks, eight hand-carved wooden elephants, and a number of shot glasses with emblems from various states and locations. Broken glass fragments littered the top of the box.
Kiera paused for a moment, bent at her waist and placed her palms on the rug, counted to ten, and then stood. Her lower back felt stiff. She would need to jog before she went out. She hated the IV hood, or any place where she had to stand for hours at a time. Blue eyes scanned the room, skipped over the box and ignored the portraits, and settled upon the unopened Chianti on the counter.
Without thought, the young woman moved to the kitchen and removed a dirty wine glass from the sink. She opened the wine bottle with ease, poured herself a glass, and tossed it back like cheap whiskey. A few minutes later she abandoned the façade and drank straight from the bottle. She then flopped onto her sofa, in nothing more than her underclothes, flipped on the television, and reflected upon the day.
It hadn't been particularly difficult or stressful. She'd received her hour lunch, laughed and joked with Paul and the techs, and shared several very satisfying interactions with patients. Other than the hood, she'd had a good day.
A smile played upon her lips as she tipped the bottle back, and then set it aside, over half empty.
Minutes later, running shoes hit the pavement and the door slammed close. She jogged her normal route, a four mile course that looped through the neighborhood and circled the local park where she stopped and stretched at a green metal bench, picked up molly from her guy, and then jogged home.
Once back in her apartment, she made herself a smoothie and added her secret ingredients: Lipozene, to ward off her hunger, and Adderall, to keep her going. She sipped on her concoction, stripped out of her athletic clothing, tossed the sweaty garments onto the pile, with the scrubs, checked her Facebook, answered her email, paid the bills, nailed down her plans for the night, and then showered.
Two hours later, Kiera was dressed in a tiny black dress with matching pumps and slipped through the side entrance of her favorite club. Her friends had a table and shots waiting. The music was thumping and the line out front wrapped around the side of the building. She dropped her Vitamin E before she headed to the dance floor where she spent a good portion of the rest of the evening.
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