"It takes two to tango, but just one to have fun."
Hayden has quite the personality when it comes to meeting new people. A lot of the time, she would go about her buisness or strike a conversation. She's sweet, kind hearted and she can be flirty. A lot of the other times, she had the tendancy to be bold, outspoken, sarcastic and sly. She hates being judged, for her past has a lot to do with her protective bubble, the one she uses to keep others away. She hates letting people inside her head, for the fear of them leaving. She's had a lot of experience with disappearances, and she tries her best to prevent it from happening again. In most cases, she has a lot of sense of humor, a joyous laugh and she seems like a free spirit.
Hayden keeps with her at all times, a blade for protection, a book in which she keeps her sketches, a necklace that she refuses to move for it resembles the past memories of her life before the accident. Other than shot glasses, wine bottles, equipment has yet to come.
Growing up, Hayden was a well loved child, free spirit, giggly and always on the run. It was hard to put a leash on her, a hold to keep her from exploring and learning new things. She was always asking questions, trying to understand the world around her. Her mother used to teach her foreign languages, keeping her occupied in fear that Hayden would get into some sort of danger. She tried to put the child through lessons to keep the girl from knowing the truth about her father. Her father who was nothing less of a Hitman. Always out of the house, no time spent with the family. Hayden believed her father was just not there.
The age of fourteen, Hayden had her first kiss. Her first kiss belonged to a boy who truly made her believe no harm would come to her. After that first kiss shared, the boy told her that her father had killed his uncle and made it seem like a simple car accident. He pushed her out the window. Hayden fell down three stories, hit the tree on the way down and was put into acoma for seven months, four days, and three hours. She woke up screaming, covered in thin scars and plastic tubes to keep her stable.
Age nineteen, she was well and on her way to trouble. Her scars were replaced with fire fly tattoos on the back of her shoulder. Another scar, which is always covered by her shirt, was settled on her lower waist. She made a vow not to fall in love, for it wasn't real and it only caused pain and death. Age twenty, she found herself a place with her father because her mother died and she had no where to go. Her father's friend beat Hayden to the point that she had to run.
She found Marie a year later, begged her for a job and was soon accepted. Hayden used drawings as an escape. People always searched for her and she was able to get away. But lately, she had been getting some disturbing phone calls.