Description
As a tough, no nonsense girl in her early twenties, Bay doesn't look as though she would harm a fly, even in her uniform. Her long, golden hair flows down to her waist, complimenting her naturally tan skin. She stands at about 5'6, weighing 120 pounds. Her skin is unblemished, besides the scar that crosses her lower back from a fight that nearly left her paralized.
Normally, Baileaf can be found dressed in a simple pair of small denim shorts and a navy tank top with knee high work boots, but on special occasions, she wears her real uniform. It consists mostly of metal, gloves, skirt, and chest plate, but a red ribbon is tied around the waist, or often to hold hair out of her face.
Personality
Baileaf takes her job very seriously. She does not allow any tom foolery during her work hours, which are every day but Tuesday, 15 hours a day, 7 AM to 10 PM. She can be silly and make jokes, but normally doesn't. She remains possitive, throughout everything that happens. She sees the glass as half full, and knows that things get worse before they get better, but somewhere out there, someone is far worse than she.
Bay is very thankful. She thanks her father for founding SSR, her mother for inspiring her to do something people will remember, and she is thankful every morning that she wakes up, is healthy, and is alive.
Outside of SSR, Bay is a different person. She is a mild drinker, a regular at the closest bar every Tuesday, her free day. She is friendly and out-going, going out of her way to say hi to each and every new person she happens to come across. However, there are not many of these, since the reserve is on the eastern side of a small island, and she works all the time, most people forget her almost as soon as she turns around, but just meeting people is enough for Bay. She loves to smile, and her serious face disappears.
Sometimes, Baileaf can be very energetic and hyper, and sometimes she can be very calm and mellow, it just depends on what point in the day you see her. She can be sweet and peppy or mean and sarcastic, but again, it depends on the point in time. She is happiest when she wakes up, though her good mood fades as the day progresses.
Equipment
Baileaf carries sleeping darts, a tranquilizer gun, and a stun gun in her bag, as well as her sword, which she always has during work hours. Bay also carries her IPod and phone, as well as small snacks like chips, fruit, and she often carries pastries and bubble gum.
Bay also has a pet dragon named Kerron, but he is more like her best friend, rather than an item she owns. He is a water dragon, though he can fly just as well as she.
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History
Baileaf has gone through life many, many times. She has been reborn more than once, and has died on many occasions. She has seen the good that Humans can do, but has also seen how troubled they can be, lead into temptation and sorrow. She tried to remain positive, but after her sisters' accident, Bay often found it hard to do so. In her first life, Bay watched her parents raise the reservation up from nothing but a small piece of land. The five of them, including her older brother Sage, who was 6 years older than her, and her twin sister Saffron, who was also 7 at the time, worked hard to pull things together. The kids were homeschooled, and their parents kept the reserve with the little bit of funding they were given from the government, before it was entirely corrupted.
Baileaf and Saffron we inseperable. They did absolutely everything together. But above all things, they both loved to swim. They would row out to the middle of the lake on the reservation and dive in, often climbing up the big rocks and jumping from them or searching for buried treasure that might lay hidden on the bottom. One day, after giggling on the bottom of the row boat for hours, talking about what they would become as adults, Baileaf a beautiful ballet dancer, Saffron a country singer, Saffron shakily stood up. Diving back into the water, Bay stayed in the boat, out of breath from giggling.
She waited for Saffron to resurface, to yell at her to join her in the cold water. She waited and waited, and as she waited, her giggles ceased and she sat up and slowly leaned over the side. She called for her sister, for anyone, before jumping in. She swam around, searching hopelessly for Saffron, praying she would be okay. She could hear muffled screams, distorted by the water and swam as fast as she could towards the source of the sound, but it was too late. Saffron had gotten tangled in a web of sea weed, making the situation worse by fighting it. losing breath and eventually drowning.
Baileaf blames herself for accident. Her brother moved out when he turned 18, and her parents divorced when Bay was 15. She stayed with her mother on the reserve until finally passing away on her 17th birthday from an unknown disease.
That, however, was her first life. It is the one she remembers the most clearly, and is the reason she came home to continue with the resevervation. The accident happened several decades ago, but it still haunts her. She has not stepped foot in water, other than her bathtub or a rain puddle, since then.
So begins...
Baileaf sighed, tilting a small container to her mouth and taking a large sip of the liquids it held. Leaning back in her chair, her eyelids fluttered for a moment, as if she were caught in a daze, though she closed them in the end. Releasing a small groan, she opened one dark blue eye, peering around slightly before opening the other and standing up. Bay was still in her small cottage, now standing in the kitchen. It was early morning, maybe 5 o'clock. Glancing out the window, she noticed the sun had yet to rise, keeping the world in it's shadow. She could barely see through the darkness, as trees clouded her vision, blocking out what little moonlight there was.
"Our Father, who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name..." She hastily mumbled, squeezing her palms together and dropping to the ground. Praying was something she often did. As a small child, she had attended church every now and again with her father and siblings. It was a big deal to him. She would always get squished in the backseat as Saffron and Sage argued, putting her right in the middle. Bay smiled at the thought, remembering it as if it were yesterday.
She scolded herself silently as she stood back up, checking her watch and noticing she had wasted a half of an hour, lost in thought. She moved to the fridge and opened it, reviewing its contents. I should go to town and pick up some food, She thought, grabbing a carton of eggs and plopping them down on the counter. Pulling the skillet from underneath the stove, she greased it with butter and cracked an egg into it.
"Nothing says 'Good Morning' like a nice warm egg, sunny side up." She said cheerfully, taking another sip from her flask and sputtering a cough into the crook of her arm. Her stomach growled and she patted it, "Just wait, impatient tummy. I'll feed you in a moment."
The sounds of the egg sizzling in the frying pan were music to Bay's ear. After several moments, the egg was fully cooked to her satisfaction and she smiled as she flopped it and a piece of toast onto a plate, scarfing each of them down separately. The egg was warm and gooey, but tasted so good. She stared out the window and bit into her toast, crunchey and slightly burnt. I wonder if anyone is coming . . . she thought, wiping down the pan and putting it in the sink to soak. She thought of Heaven, and God, though she often doubted the existance of either one. She could never truly decide if the many memories she had were real, or if they were just a sick game her mind was playing on her. She tried to ignore it, but the memories would come and go.
