Name: Hayden Wickory Age: 20 Gender: Female Orientation: Straight Personality: She's a pretty clueless girl, though is beyond her years in more ways than one. She doesn't really feel too close to many people, particularly kids her own age. It's not necessarily their fault, she just had to grow up a lot faster. Unfortunately, because of this, she has missed a lot that people would generally be exposed to. She never had sleep overs, she never had crushes, she never had a first kiss. Hayden also enjoys her alone time; it doesn't feel lonely, usually. Just relaxing. There are times when the realization of how alone she really is sets in. It's hard when the people her age don't understand, and when anyone older just.. is just hard to connect with. For the most part, she's friendly and focused when she finds something that interests her, but that always seems to just turn into more time for herself. To write, to make things, to think, or just.. be alone. The girl can be quick to shut people out if she doesn't feel like they're genuine. She’s tired of having people tell her to act like a Founder’s Daughter. What’s the big deal with being in a Founding Family, anyway? As far as she had ever figured, it just meant that you had some sort of merit to be a rich snob. But no. Apparently it means you are better than all the other rich snobs. For God knows what reason. Not to say she wasn’t more than happy to spend Daddy’s money. She's pretty open about not needing people in her life. She has always been told that if you are relying on something other than yourself to keep you happy, that can be taken away. And the thought of that has been terrifying, rather than the term of endearment she was sure it was supposed to be. Hayden refuses to feel obliged or indebted for any reason. That isn't to say she is bitter, or isn't loyal, but there are so many people in the town she lives in that put pressure anywhere they can to get what they want. Hayden doesn't want to end up just another pawn. She'd seen it all on tv before. Small towns; full of gossip, and two faces. And that was what she was stuck in. Physical Description: Stands at about 5'7 with a body that most people would consider just a little too thin, though she definitely isn't flat anywhere that she shouldn't be. Quite light blonde hair, honey hazel eyes, and incredibly pale skin. The girl's features are quite elf like, and soft. Tongue and ears pierced, along with 2 conch rings in her left ear. Her parents had been rather against piercings, tattoos, and the like, but she had managed to convince her parents that life is so fleeting; she wanted to decorate herself, even just a little. What would it matter in a number of years when she, and everyone she had known were dead and buried? History: For most of her life, the girl had been fighting illness. Now that she seems to be out of the woods, she feels as though she could take on the world. Or.. at least try? Her parents of course, are still terrified that her heart could give out at any moment, despite the doctors' assurances that she is not nearly as fragile as she once had been. But that's what parents do. They worry, they nag, and they stick around to be overbearing. That's one reason she spends so much time alone; she needs to get away from them and just breathe for a while without being reminded that she is so defective. She wants to live, and the girl knows she's afraid enough on her own without them constantly nattering over her. Hayden is trying to convince her parents that if her heart does give out that she at least would have had a life. She would have been loved, and happy, and made a difference. That being said.. she hasn't had much of a chance at all in her town to do much by way of making a change. Because of the disease, the girl has a great fascination with the fleeting nature of life. The fragility. She liked to think that she has a pretty good moral compass. That being said, she isn't really sure how she would react if she were ever really faced with a problem. Or maybe more terrifying; freedom ((She's not some whiny girl, I promise. She'll grow up fast.)) Intro It was Monday. A gloomy, cloudy, sleepy Monday. As the blonde laid with her head rested on the pillow, staring at her alarm, counting down the seconds for it to go off, she wondered if she could get away with calling in sick today. Probably. But did she want to deal with everyone spending the next month worrying about her well being, and being poked or prodded at? No. No she did not. Sitting up about 4 seconds before the alarm was set to go off, Hayden reached over, clicking the thing off before standing from the warm bed to face the chilly dark wood flooring of her bedroom. She shuffled off to the shower, yawning too many times to believe as she scrubbed and lathered up, trying to wake herself up and convince herself that she would not, in fact, fall asleep at work the second she got there. Before too long, she was dressed (in the outfit from up in that picture) and ready to go, after grabbing the lunch she'd thrown together last night. The girl worked at an old book store. It smelled amazing, and every day felt slow, peaceful, and comforting. It was a very low stress job, which was good for her. Sure, she'd love to be out there saving animals or something, but in reality, low stress was still what Hayden needed right now. She opened up the shop, and boiled some water, pouring herself a large cup of tea, curling up on a sofa as she watched rain patter against the glass. There wouldn't be anyone in today, she was sure. Business wasn't exactly booming in the first place, and on days like today, people tended to stay inside. Hayden didn't mind, though. She really did like the job. It gave her a chance to be paid for doing something she would already be doing, and the ambiance of this place was much more cozy than anywhere else in town. Besides, this way her mom wouldn't come knocking on the door every hour to ask if she needed anything, or how she was feeling. The girl loved her mom, she really did. But once again, being coddled like that was really not helping anyone. Leaning over, she reached for her book from last Friday, finding it in the exact same place she left it. Things never changed around here. Whether that was good or not.. remained to be seen. There was a certain comfort in it, though. And in a world of uncertainty, Hayden would take any and all comfort she could get her hands on.