Character Sheet (Move your mouse to reveal the content) Character Sheet (open) Character Sheet (close) Hayley Daniels Age: 21 Personality: At first hand, Hayley can come off quite aggressive to those who try to get to know her. Having many skeletons in the closet she intends to keep her secrets hidden from those who want to become 'friends' or more with her. It's considered quite a lonely world for her, and half the time she wants to reach out and just scream her life story to those whom she first meets. However, she is closed off from the world - and only friendly to those she meets briefly, acquaintances. Underneath the thick skin she is a passionate woman who wants a future for herself different from the life she has now. But don't let that make you think she'd have any other job, because that being said she loves her work. Background: Hayley Daniels was born "Victoria Murray". However, due to her parents bringing her into the world with their line of work, her identity must be kept hidden. Their last name is unfortunately known all over the state, and they could be tracked through Victoria if the government decided to. Her parents loved her, and wanted the best life for her. They wanted to send her to public school, and college in which they'd decided she would get a Doctorate degree in Medicine and Human Biology. Her path was already set out in quite the organised fashion in order for her to get the best future possible, she would become a doctor for her parents sake.. However, even though they shared much love for her it was evident that this would be put to good use. Being a doctor in a hospital meant she had access to records, records of the opposing organisation. She could identify catalog and discreetly take out them in theatre, when pronouncing their death it would be said they died under the surgery table. Their body couldn't cope with the surgery, lies. She was a murderer with blood on her hands, and in a line of work where all she wanted to do was help people - it was quite difficult to keep it together. Amongst all this, she was often used as a pawn for others killings too. Taken to bars, and forced to seduce men outside and to a clandestine location where her back was turned and a silent killing proceeded to take place. The water ran over her fingers, and her hands twisted the scrubs under the tap. She looked strange in the bathroom, rubbing her top together with her hands, whilst it was still adorning her body. Awkward smiles were exchanged between in coming females, patients and colleagues alike. She courtly lifted her head to look up to the clock face hung upon the wall, still stating the time of thirteen-hundred hours. Letting out a sigh and then glancing down to the now fading colour of her top she could only bound back and flick water everwhere after realising she'd scrubbed too hard. "Damnit.." She cursed and a young girl and her mother had entered the bathroom, pulling a repulsed face at her behaviour. She sighed and then left the bathroom with a patchy-wet looking top. "You been bleaching your uniform again?" She heard the female voice come from her left and turned looking depleted from spending the past fifteen minutes and twenty-three seconds in the ladies room. "I got lasagna on it again.. and my spare pair is still in the laundry room.." Letting out a sigh to the woman known as Varity Schwoynzka, a polish lady who cleaned the floors on her ward. "Soap and water is usually best dear, but you should only do it for a little while... and ease down on the friction." She said with a smile and moderately placed her hand on Hayley's shoulder in re-assurance. She gave a smile and when the woman passed with her mop, pulled an exhausted expression. "Right Lacey, I'm gonna get off. Can you take care of Mr. Turner's antibiotics, he should take them in.." she looked at her watch, "about thirty minutes..." The young girl ahead of her nodded in response and went on her way with her irritatingly squeeky shoes. Hayley brought her bag around her head and shrugged her coat further on her shoulders, yawning as she left the hospital into an exceedingly bright car park area. She hated the night shift, it meant spending half of her day asleep. Although today was different, she needed to be awake for her delivery, perhaps she could stop for coffee after going to get changed. She was quickly in her valuable Audi R8 Sport with her head pressed back against the head rest as if it were a pillow. Oh no you don't, not sleeping now. She said to herself and lightly tapped her cheek to keep her awake with a yawn. The car purred as she revved the engine just slightly with a tilt of her foot, it gracefully exited the car park and she took to the road towards her apartment a little further away from the main city. To anybody else, Hayley would seem like the spoilt little girl born with a silver spoon in her mouth. They didn't know what she did to earn such wealth and fortune, a doctors job paid well - sure, but she was getting luxury like no other. Spending thousands at a time on items which some people wouldn't even set eyes on in their life time. Which also meant that false people tried to break it off with her, befriend her so that they could get 'in on the action' so to speak. To be in her abode would be wonderful, or at least so they thought. Truth of it was, where she lived wasn't that great because she couldn't stay. She knew that it would most likely be a matter of weeks before her parents decided to move her again to a different location for fear that she'd soon be found out. She parked her car in the garage, and made her way through the grand doors and through the hallway. Entering into the room a voice greeted her, "Hello Miss Daniels, how are you today?" "Fine thanks Clara, could you close the curtains please.." She asked politely and hung up her jacket and bag. "Yes, should I prepare your bath and warm the bed?" Requested the voice to Hayley. "No no, that won't be necessary thank you.. I'm going to head out soon for a coffee.. I need the fresh air." "I could make you one?" Offered Clara, her robotic voice, not so much monotoned as it was full of a positive emotion. "No that's quite alright.. I've got to actually get out and place my order with an actual person, no offence Clara.." She said looking up to the cieling with hands on her hips. "None taken." Clara replied, still cheery as ever. Hayley let out a smile and ran upstairs to get changed into casual jeans and a t-shirt. "I'm expecting a delivery today rememb-.." "Yes! It's set on your calender!" The computer interrupted. "Sorry." She said after most likely programming Hayley's frustrated expression. "It's fine, but I don't know what time to expect him at, so I'm gunna go grab a late and try make it home as quick as I can - but if chance takes its roll, and he comes whilst I'm out. Just answer the door and use the hologram, yeah?" She looked around and awaited a reply, Clara's voice agreed to do so, "Okay!" she said. Then Hayley left the room, and the house, and walked to the coffee shop. Opening the doors there was the familiar ring, she didn't come in here but it was such a mundane sound that she couldn't forget it when she did walk in. "Hey..." She said and looked to the person behind the counter, or... the empty space at least. Where were they? She sighed and complained with a roll of her eyes, and leant her back against the counter looking to the few people around the coffee shop area and then down to her watch. Occasionally looking out of the window for a delivery van to pass whilst she spent the rest of her minutes waiting in the coffee shop. A part of her hoped that they'd come when she was out - so they didn't see her face. She sighed and rung the bell again for the person behind the counter.. "Hello!?" Speaking loudly with a raised eyebrow and a grunt.