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Name: Jayla Kayson
Age: 34
Height: 6’2”
Weight: 180 lbs
Build: An average build for her height, with a bit of visible muscle in her arms and legs
Facial features: Long, narrow face, a “Roman” nose, round eyes, long eyelashes, scar that cuts through her right eyebrow
Piercings: One in each ear lobe
Tattoos: None
Hair Style: Very short, almost buzzed. Here and there a small patch of scalp is visible.

Hair Color: Dirty blonde
Eye Color: Light brown
Race: Caucasian
Heritage: Irish, French, German, Native American, Scottish, Dutch, English, Russian
Skin Tone/Color: Creamy peach; Dark circles hang under her eyes
Blood Type: B+
IQ: Above average, but not genius-level
Education: Graduated from Lawrence University; major in Zoology, minor in Psychology

Birthplace: Knoxville, Tennessee
Accent: Hardly noticeable since she’s been moved around the country her entire life
Voice: Has a slight rattle to it, only a little raspy, considerably deep for a woman, but not manish
Birthday: February 12, 1973
Occupation: Part-time recovering alcoholic, professional smoker.
Hobbies: Meditation, painting, jogging, crafts, knitting, crocheting, sewing, sculpting, chain smoking, chess, solitaire, some clothing making

Likes: Sleep, food, bubblebaths, flowers, rain, Jack Daniels, artistic things that aren’t part of therapy, her five goldfish, the little scuba man in the fish tank, Marlboro, animals
Dislikes: The people in her AA sessions, her life, bullshit
Skills: Knitting, crocheting, sculpting, great chess player
Fears: Flying (not quite a phobia, it just gets her very antsy)

Family:
Ex-Husband – Blake Houston (Restaurant owner; 1998-2006; Divorced; No children)
Mother – Regina Kayson (Nurse Practitioner; Deceased; 2003; Lung Cancer)
Father – Alexander Kayson (Engineer; Deceased; 1990; Heart Attack)
Sister – Leila Roberts (Psychologist; Living; Estranged)

HISTORY (more to come, edits will be made, structure will be better)

Born to a well-off family, Jayla, so named for her grandmother, was never wanting. She got everything she wanted, just short of being spoiled, and as the youngest of two, naturally was able to get away with anything and everything. That’s not to say she was a rebel though. As a matter of fact she was a relatively quiet child, taking to her studying and pets, of which she had many, more than others around her. It was a fairly lonely childhood, but better than having to leave good friends behind with all of the relocating her father’s job lead to.

Throughout her youth Jayla had always wanted to be accepted and make others happy, often putting the wants of others, be it emotional or otherwise, ahead of her own to stay on everyone's good side. Peer pressure, even the slightest dose, could make her cave. While in Olympia for her sophomore year, her freshman year having been in Brooklyn, Jayla was introduced to the world of smoking, and, later that year in Los Angeles, to beer. Had it not been for the so-recent death of her father she wouldn’t have taken to these so readily. Along with the death of her father came the grieving process of her family, save her sister, who was more interested in collecting insurance money.

In her early life Jayla hadn’t been attractive to boys, with her lumpy guy figure and lack of large womanly assets. Her height, which had always exceeded even the tallest boy in class, wasn’t any help either. However, her last year of high school in Topeka, she met her one and only, Blake. He was a quiet boy, though not quite as withdrawn as Jayla. He managed to make her happy and keep her mind off of family problems. That was enough for Jayla.

They remained in contact throughought college, where isolation and newfound long-distance responsibility for her mother led Jayla to become more dependent on her vices for mental and emotional stability. Her studies, however, remained as solid as ever. Her love of animals of all sorts came well into play with her zoology studies. And it was her yearning to learn the cause of her vices that lead her to study psychology intently, hoping to help herself one day if she could. And, if nothing less, help separate herself from her mom's emotionally obligatory grip.

After graduation, Blake and Jayla moved in together, buying an apartment not too far from Jayla’s mom, who was left alone and almost broke after Leila had taken up the last of the insurance money. Blake did his best to help Jayla care for her mother and watch her vices, helping her through meetings and withdrawal, not to mention emotional lows. As time passed he seemed to be home less frequently, returning from his business with the scent of herbs and cheap perfume. Jayla, not being a fool, dove deeper into her smoking, drowning in the bottom of her whiskey bottles.

When years passed and the same plane crashed over and over, Jayla and Blake decided to throw their relationship away and get married. He knew she was a hopeless addict. She knew he was a cheating snake. And, most importantly, they both knew they wouldn't be able to do any better. They moved into a larger apartment in the area, dear mother never far. Within the first year and a half of marraige, multiple attempts, and several tests, it was determined Jayla was unable to have children. Blake was hardly pleased, but tried to hide it. Jayla, on the other hand, was visibly depressed, feeling like less of a woman and going back to square one with her addictions, which she had managed to stay away from for quite some time. Jayla's mother grew ever-closer, almost taking up residence in their home, quite a sore point for the couple. After all, Jayla felt that it was her duty to care for her lonely aging mother.

With the death of her mother came the brief return of her sister, a reunion best described as sour. In the will Leila received any property, while Jayla received photographs and what little money her mother had. After the funeral, the money was quickly spent on rent, booze, and cigarettes, while the photographs were lost in storage. Jayla suffered alone threw her grieving period, Blake making it a point to avoid the mess his wife had become.

The staircase in Jayla's mind only went downward, no one there to help her up. Not even a business associate, due to her lack of job. She tried to dive into her books once more, and even sought therapy in her little fish, but nothing helped. She began going to AA meetings, seeking therapy from humans, but every day was just a struggle to get out of bed. Upon the night of a harsh arguement, all cards were spilt on the table, and the decision for divorce was finalized.

Jayla remained in the partment, and began searching the papers, knowing she'd have to find some form of job. Not even a week after the final signature her landlady began sticking her nose in, trying to "make things right" with the "poor lost lamb." Jayla knew she was lost, she just didn't know how the hell to get back, and that woman sure wasn't going to do it. With her knowledge in psychology and various other topics, it seemed like she could help anyone but herself.

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