Yvaine

Bio 

Born in Hampshire, England, the first two years of my life were as uneventful as any newborns will be beyond discovering I could put my own foot in my mouth and cry if I wanted anything. This changed following my mothers accident whilst driving to work one night. My father would never tell me the details but I have managed to sneak a look at the police report since then, it was sadly dissatisfying, another drunk driver simply not looking where he was going. My mother, on call that night at the local hospital had simply not seen him coming. 

After that my father became my only parent, my hero and pretty much my whole world. Being a Detective in the homicide department meant that life was hard for him both at home and work, but somehow he always managed it. I grew up around my father’s friends and associates, so whilst other girls were playing with Barbie I was running around with a pair of plastic handcuffs and arresting people for littering. Hey everyone had to start somewhere.  Despite my love of what my father did and stood for it was always my dream to follow in my mothers footsteps to become a Doctor. My father had always feared I would try and follow in his footsteps and happily encouraged me in this pursuit of my mother’s career path. When I reached the age of 12 it became clear to him that I held a certain aptitude for memory, I had been tested and was told I possessed something called an Eidetic memory, thankfully this did not come with any accompanying autism as my father had feared. 

I was a pretty happy kid for the most part. At school I worked hard with my ultimate goal set before me, I wasn’t popular but neither was I asocial outcast. Things took a turn downhill when my father went missing. To this day no one knows what happened to him. He was investigating a multiple murder where several members of a local gang had been brutally ripped apart. He disappeared whilst looking over the scene and there has never been any clue as to whether he is alive or dead. He simply vanished.

I was kept from going completely off the rails by Harold James, a retired officer who had been chief of my fathers department a couple of years before. He had fought for custody rather than have me lost in the foster system and eventually won. It was to him I would owe the rest of my future, he kept me focused and never one tried to dissuade me from my notion that until there was proof to the contrary, I would believe that my father was still out there somewhere, alive. 

My father had been smart financially, and with some help from Harold I was able to go to college, starting me on the long road to becoming a Doctor. It was at college that I learnt a few home truths; Not all men around my age had the emotional range of a spanner, Working hard did not mean I couldn’t have a social life and I wasn’t as straight cut as I thought I had been. No the last didn’t mean I got up to anything particularly nefarious, but one long term relationship did point out to me that I had a certain affinity for masochism which to this day I try to keep quite, its not exactly a dirty secret but its certainly not something you announce along with a handshake. College activities also included fencing and some athletics, something I had fallen into entirely by accident but developed quite an affinity for. 

With Gerald’s blessing I eventually moved to Guilford along with two of my best friends Lilly and Robert, bound for the University of Surrey.

By this time it had become clear to me that I wasn’t satisfied with becoming just a Doctor and had furthered my career plan to include training in becoming a Medical Examiner with hopes of working with the police. Perhaps not what my father would have wanted but at least I wouldn’t be on the streets.  

I earned my doctors degree and went to work at The Royal Surrey county hospital. I got myself a small apartment and settled myself in quite well. There have been a few dates and a few encounters but nothing lasting, there has always been something missing, besides I may as well be married to my work. 

I am now in my final year of working at the hospital and will soon be mentored under Dr Evan Greggs, Chief Medical examiner for Surrey Police.