steph hazzard.

[Stephanie Hazzard]

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Name-Steph Hazzard.
Age- Sixteen.
Grade- Junior.
Face Claim- Hayley Williams.
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Appearance- Steph's definitely a one of a kind girl, she uses her own style and isn't afraid to have her own hair color which is different to other people, although she's pretty timid and scared of people, Steph doesn't really care about what people think about her choice of hair color, sure it's in-your-face but she just seems to have confidence with it, even if she lacks that trait in other areas. As of this moment in time the timid girl has dyed it a bright shade of red, just a few tones darker than her normal orangey-yellow color. It's also cut in a specific way that screams 'unique' and 'emo' Steph's hair reaches to just past her shoulders and it layered perfectly with an 'emo' fringe which accentuates the shape of her face perfectly. Her fringe falls mostly over one side of her face, covering her eye, it's parted to the side and in the morning it's all over the place.
Her eyes? Ah, now they are the most dazzling set of green eyes that you'd see in East High. They're not too dark, neither are they too light, in fact that are just the right shade of green for Steph's complexion - which is pale [pasty]. Her eyes are a medium almond shape. Her nose is profoundly straight and sits dead center of her small, head. Steph is always adding colors to her eyes - bright colors, orange eye pencil, thick mascara, thin eyeliner. She can actually remember back to a time in her life, before Riot! died, where she got one of her orange eye pencils, a yellow eye pencil and some black eyeliner and sat for almost an hour in front of the mirror drawing star of some sorts around her left eye. Once she had finished she thought it looked okay and so did the rest of the band.
Now, Steph really isn't the tallest of people around, she stands at a small height of five feet and three and a third inches, her weight is less than it should be for someone of her age and height; she weighs in at around ninety three pounds and is light as a feather [according to most people]. We think that prehaps the reason for this being is all the drugs that passed through her system a year or two ago, also it could also be because of the fact that she lives in fear of when Jason will next attack and thus making her forget to eat because she's afraid...or something like that.
The clothes? Well, Steph'll wear anything really as long as it fits her..actually no, she's been known to wear Skylar's t-shirts a couple of time. Steph doesn't care about what people think of her choice of clothing and she doesn't really care if her clothes don't exactly match, she'll wear whatever she's comfortable in, whether it be a pair of yellow skinny jeans and one of Skylar's t-shirts, or a blue skirt with a pink shirt over the top. Steph's also known for wearing odd shoes, not that she cares really because most of the time she can never find pairs of her shoes and will throw on whatever random shoes she can find. She once walked around town in one stripey orange over-the-knee sock and one stripey green below-the-knee sock, one black Van sneaker with pink laces and one black and white converse sneaker; an orange skirt and a white cami-top. Okay she got some pretty weird looks but they didn't phase her. Sometimes she will wear normal clothes but normally will just throw on whatever she can find.
Personality- "if you have ever had the pleasure of watching spongebob squarepants..."

the rest of that sentence remains a mystery to all but one Steph Sanchez who probably has one of the weirdest personalities around, because, one minute she can be a quiet and reserved young thing who is determined to get on with her music/art work but to no avail, and the next minute she can be jumping around the room like a little kid all hyped up on sugar. It normally takes an awful lot to calm her down, but once she is calm she's perfectly normal again... well, as normal as she can get considering. it actually doesn't take a lot to get her hyped up - just give her a cup of coffee with one sugar and no milk and she's like speedy gonzales gone wrong. and that is just on a good day.

"how about mr. benn?"

however; on a bad day Steph is quiet and reserved, she won't talk to anyone she'll just get on with her work. she'll walk around with her gaze fixated on the floor and walk into random items that she says 'shouldn't be there' and move around them carefully. although you'd have to be extra careful when around her while she is in this mood because she'll snap at the least little thing and punch something, most likely a wall. she'll listen to anyone and get on with her work, but it's just the fact that she won't talk to anyone which is a general cause for concern.

"a-ha-ha-ha-boom-boom..."

she does get a little paranoid sometimes, thinking that they are laughing at her and not with her. this causes her general paranoia and she can't help but wonder if the world is out to get her. all her life she had been called fat and ugly and so that is what she believes she is, although this is far from the truth, she doesn't understand that they are a thing of the past. going off topic here a little... anywho... her rare smile can brighten up any room and she has a colorful aura about her that people love. she's rather down-to-earth around people that she knows and likes and often enjoys the company of herself.

"creativity, crayons and a whole lot of imagination..."

Steph is really a rather artistic creature, always drawing away in her sketch book and snapping pictures then cutting them up and making collages out of them. Actually I think destructive would be the better word here, since she is liable for almost all of the drawings on her apartment walls and a few of them in the hallway... hey, she loves to draw so don't take away her crayons or she'll get pissed with you. Steph has a big thing about crayons, she loves them a lot and is never seen without her box of them, they are her "drug" and she could never bare to be parted with them. she is the kind of girl that would draw a rainbow on a single piece of plain white paper and then cellotape it to a wall to "make it look more homely" and "decorative" so that the walls aren't bare and are "brighter."

But;;

with creativity there is violence; there is a side to Steph that you probably don't want to meet and that is her darkside. she's not really violent person, but there has to be something major to set her off on a tangent. she'll throw stuff, make some noise, talk too much and just generally cause some disturbance to the normal peace and quiet. When she comes out of these states she doesn't remember anything of what happened and is adamant that she would never do such a thing like it. how odd.

History- Steph Sanchez was born one stormy night at around three o-clock in the morning to a drug adled mother and father. Not the picture perfect parents that any one would think. Their names were Ammie and Eric Sanchez and for the past five years they had been in trouble with the law, and by the sound of it - Steph was going to end up being a troublesome child. Ammie kept a dark secret behind everyone's back, you see Eric; although he looked rather scrawny and small; was abusive. He beat Ammie on a regular basis and had threatened to kill her if she ever told anyone that he did so, and now that they had a child things were going to be a whole lot worse than usual. However; because of the fact that Ammie was high on drugs at the time of Steph's birth, there was a minor complication - she was rushed off to the special care unit. Steph Sanchez was born weighing a measley three pounds and one ounce. That would be potentially problematic because there was a high chance that she could have primordial dwarfism and Eric was having none of that. He demanded that something be done about his newborn daughter, he wanted Steph to be a healthy baby and normal sized or he was going to leave Ammie and never come back. The doctors and nurses weren't surprised by his behaviour - they'd seen it all before. They did all that they could. Thankfully Steph was going to be fine and grow normally.

Eventually Steph got better and it wasn't too long before she was allowed home. Ammie had promised herself that she would quit drugs, for Steph's sake, and actually managed to go a whole month with touching a single drug. Eric; on the fourth week, actually shoved some heroin in Ammie's arm, this triggered a panic attack in her - it was so bad that she ended up throwing up. Ammie was back on heroin the next day. No-one cared about little Steph; that she needed food; that she needed her soiled diapers to be changed; that she needed clothes to wear. No-one cared. Eric also made a point of throwing Steph's soiled diapers at Ammie, he'd often shout at her that she needed to be fed and that she should pick up her act and look after her daughter properly - then he'd go back to snorting cocaine. It was anyone's guess as to how Steph made it to his first birthday, although looking back; he wished that he had been left to die rather than have lived this pityful life. When Steph was one years old, things changed drastically - her father started beating down on poor little Steph and pretty soon, Steph was up and down the hospital with bumps and bruise, Ammie had been told to say that Steph was a lively child, trying to walk on her own and bumping into things - the truth was that Eric was using the one year old as a human punching bag whenever he was angry with anyone or anything.

When Steph turned two years old a new family moved into the house next to hers, they had a two year old son called Tristan. Steph only found out about this by chance. Eric had taken one of the dining room chairs apart and had used one of the legs to beat Steph with - he had beaten him until the two year old started bleeding and he, himself, had passed out from exhaustion. Two year old Steph then ran out of the house with nothing on, bar a fresh diaper and a pair of dirty jean shorts - she had blood all over his little torso. Steph hadn't been looking where she was going and ran straight into Tristan's mother who was so shocked that she screamed in fright then looked down at what had bumped into her. There, in a pile of snow, was a half naked toddler, covered in blood - contemplating about whether or not to call the paramedics, Mrs. Markson scooped the now crying Steph up into her arms and took her inside her home. She called Tristan, who ran into the kitchen with his hat on backwards, she asked him of he would go and find one of his t-shirts for the little girl in her arms. Happily compling; little Tristan ran off to fetch one of his shirts whilst his mother cleaned Steph up. It didn't take too long to clean all the blood off of her - when she had finished, Tristan ran back with a white t-shirt that had a picture of a dinosaur on it. Steph started laughing and Tristan joined in.

An hour later and Steph was sitting with Tristan in the middle of Mrs. Markson's kitchen eating cookies and drinking milk out of a red sippy cup. This had sparked the start of a firm and stable friendship. When Steph stood up Mrs. Markson asked him where she was going, the two year old replied; ''Daddy's yelling at me.'' in a very sad and whispery voice, and sure enough; Eric was out the front yelling Steph's name. Tristan's mother looked confused and sad at the same time, Eric's tone of voice worried her, but she let Steph out after he said goodbye and thank you. Steph was happier than she had ever been before, but the happiness soon faded once Eric dragged her into his house by the back of the ''new'' t-shirt. He told little Steph that she was naughty for running off like that, he also told the little girl that she must now be ''punished most severly'' and proceeded to beat Steph with the first thing that he could lay his hands on...a spatula. This triggered and irrational fear of spatula's in the young girl. Now every time Eric beat down on Steph, the small girl would run off to her second home, have some cookies and play with Tristan for a few hours before Eric finally had enough of beating on Ammie and started yelling for Steph, so that he could turn his anger onto the small child whilst Ammie drowned out her pain with drugs and alcohol.

And so Steph's appearance at Tristan's house everyday became, well; a regular occurence and Tristan's mother found it slightly strange that each time Steph came round to her home, she was almost always covered in cuts and bruises. She was going to say something to her parents but when she heard them shouting at each other she decided against it...good choice really because they were quite violent people when provoked. Well, it really wasn't too long before Tristan was supposed to go to preschool and Steph didn't like the idea of being alone any more and asked if it would be okay if she could also go to preschool with Tristan - her parents were ''whatever'' whilst Mrs. Markson thought that it would be a good idea, she took both Tristan and Steph to preschool. There, the two of them were practically inseperable and it was this way even through junior high. The beatings kept getting worse with each passing day as Steph grew older, but she had to take it, she couldn't do anything about it because her father always threatened to kill her mother if she said anything to anyone...even Tristan. Eric, at one point; did threaten to kill Tristan when Steph told him that she was his friend. Steph wasn't having any of that, she defended her friend, even though she wasn't around, and suffered from doing so, but it was worth it because she couldn't bare the thought of losing her best and only friend. Steph; the loyal one that always ended up getting hurt.

When they middle school the trouble started. Eric began to use Steph for his own sick pleasure's, she'd get him to get drugs from reliable sources and he'd force the now, fourteen year old Steph to try drugs and it wasn't actually too long before Steph became dependant on the drugs, next came the alcohol. Tristan wasn't aware of any of this until one day he caught Steph shooting up in a desolute street and seized the drugs from her. In an instant the caring, kind, loyal Steph that Tristan knew and loved disappeared and was replaced by a rude, vicious and violent Steph who snatched back her drugs and pushed him over before walking off, well actually, she sort of swaggered off because she was so high on drugs that she couldn't really walk in a straight line. At school her grades were slowly slipping and eventually she went from being top of her class to the bottom of her class, then she just stopped going to school altogether and spent her days at home, snorting lines of cocaine with Eric then being beaten until she was twitching on the floor of the kitchen. Once the pain was over she got up and went straight for the alcohol.

When she was fifteen, Steph realised that she was slowly losing her best friend and didn't know what to do, if she didn't act now she was going to lose the only friend that she ever had...to make sure that she wasn't lonely, she did the first thing she could think of...take more drugs - okay so she did the second thing that she could think of...make up an imaginary friend that she called Elliot. She decided that Elliot was the new Tristan and when Eric came up to her one day and asked her who she was talking to, Steph answered ''Tristan.'' and well...problem! Eric demanded that she go over to Tristan's house and get him. So she did, Steph fetched Tristan, it was the first time that he had ever been in Steph's home. Eric scared the poor boy half to death - he whispered in Steph's ear then went to sit in the next room. Steph told Tristan [in hushed whispers] that he had to try this drug because if he didn't then her father was going to kill him and she wasn't going to have that, because [even though she had Elliot now], she was still loyal to his friend and she couldn't bare the thought of losing him to her father. It would kill her.

Tristan went home a couple of hours later [well; actually Eric chased him out the house], paler than normal and Steph collapsed in a heap on the floor. She was physically and emotionally exhausted. Eric got up - he dragged Steph to her feet and started beating her around the head with a spatula while the fifteen year old tried to defend herself, rather flimsily. Not a minute had passed before Steph eventually passed out. She woke up two days later covered in dry blood and sores which blistered...her mother knelt down beside her and whispered in her ear that Eric had tried to set her on fire but she wouldn't allow it - she had hit him over the head with a vase and knocked him out then she had doused Steph with a bucket full of water to put out the flames. Steph looked over to her side and sure enough, there was her father also in a heap on the floor. Ammie helped Steph to her feet and also helped to wash her sores and blisters with care, she promised her that she was going to put an end to this sooner or later...sooner rather than later because it was paining her to see her daughter like this.

Well, nothing was actually done until Steph turned sixteen, by that time she had been arrested thirteen times. Four times for possesion of drugs. Once for assaulting a police officer. Seven times for violent behaviour and three times for driving whilst under the influence of alcohol. She now had a criminal record at the tender age of sixteen. Ammie was becoming more and more anxious to do something as the weeks flew past slowly, Steph was becoming more and more violent. When she hit the age of seventeen she had been arrested five more times, this time all counts for physical abuse to people. Tristan was there to bail her out of jail all those times. At one point Steph went to hit Tristan but ended up collapsing in his arms instead. Not sure about what to do, he dragged her to the hospital and waited all night by her bedside, then he waited all day by her bedside and refused to go home or call Steph's parents when he was asked to. The doctors finally gave up and Tristan stayed there. Steph stayed in that hospital bed for four days before she woke up and immediately discharged herself. They had a strong relationship with each other and it appeared apparent that Tristan was not going to let it die.

Steph almost managed to kill herself when she was sixteen years old - she took an overdose on drugs one night and stumbled out of her house, she was lucky that Tristan was there to see what she had done to herself. He immediately rushed her into hospital, Steph had be stomach pumped and was completely out of mind that night so they kept her in over night to make sure that she was going to be perfectly fine. However; during the night Steph's heart stopped beating and she had to be resusciated, this happened four times before they finally put her on a ventilator. The dark haired girl was in hospital for over a month before she finally started getting better, and once she was back to her 'normal' self she was discharged from the hospital and went home with Tristan whom had never left her side once all the while she was in the hospital. He took her back home, insisting that she stay the night at his but all she wanted to do was go home and make sure that her mother was okay. She didn't tell Tristan the true reason as to why she wanted to go back to her house and not his.

That night was probably one of the worser nights that she had ever had in her life. As soon as she stepped through the threshold of her house, Eric was there, waiting. He slammed the door shut, locked it and then dragged Steph by her hair into the living room - the curtains were drawn and there, in the middle of the living room was two chairs; one already occupied by her mother. Eric shoved Steph in the empty chair roughly and tied her to it tightly, he told her that she had to watch what he was going to do and if she didn't then she was going to get hurt. Eric then waved a potato peeler in front of her face and the next thing she knew he was peeling away the skin on her mother's arms. Ammie had something in her mouth to stop her from crying out, but Steph could see in mother's eyes that she was in pain as her skin was peeled away from her body. She couldn't take it, the dark haired girl started to cry, Eric stopped peeling Ammie's skin and pulled out a gun. He shot Ammie in the head and then aimed for Steph. He shot her twice in the shoulder, then he shot himself in the head. Tristan heard all the commotion and gunshots and forced his way into the house. He saw the scene before him and called for the paramedic. It was on this fateful night that she realised she could feel others feelings when she touched them

In a fit of blind panic, Steph ran away from her home and went all the way out to East High where she decided that she would move on with her life and try to forget her past as dark as it was. Her plan seemed so flawless and she was sure that it would work until she woke up one morning to find that her face was all over the news and out on lampposts on posters and flyers. Doing the only thing that she could think of, Steph shoved on a pair of big sunglasses, a hat and traipzed on down to the local Pharmacy where she brought a bright red hair dye. Taking it back home she dyed her hair red/orange and assumed the name of Steph Hazzard because she found that Hazzard was the perfect name for her; considering her past. Also she eventually came to realise that the feeling of others emotions when she touched them was called touch telepathy.

RP Sample (from another site)

It wasn't that he was jealous of Zach, it was more to do with the fact that he had heard a lot of things about Zach from Skye and some of the things he had heard had made him wary of the guy. Okay so maybe he was a little scared of the guy as well but he felt as though that shouldn't come into the equation because then it would make him seem like a wimp and a wimp Skylar was not. Even if he grew up with a nanny who had brought him up to tell him that it wasn't nice to hit girls and that violence never solved anything...maybe he was a bit of a wimp then, which is probably why he was slightly scared of Zach; he just wanted to make sure that this guy was okay to be around, and he also wanted to make sure that Zach wasn't the type of guy to hurt Skye anymore than she had already had been. But so far he seemed okay, I mean apart from all the obvious things; he and Skye seemed to get along really well, without fault.

So maybe he shouldn't be as cautious or as wary with Zach like he was right now, but he just couldn't help it, he was always going to be wary of guys around Skye (with the exception of Alex and Jasper for obvious reasons). Which is why he had wondered if Zach would like to play on the Nintendo Wii with him, he also hoped that maybe he could grab the chance to get to know him a little bit more than he already did. It sure was worth a shot and if it didn't work out then he did all he could and there was nothing else that he could do. Skylar grabbed another cookie from the plate on the tray which was on the table and waited for Zach to answer him with some words. Words were a good thing and this Japanese guy wasn't very good with lip-reading - only with Skye but that was completely different altogether, and a subject which we'd rather not get into too much detail about...just yet anyway.

Chewing on the cookie as he waited for Zach to answer him, Skylar was beginning to get a little nervous about this whole situation and wondered vaguely if Effy would suddenly burst into the room and save him from total disaster, but knowing his luck that wouldn't happen and he would be forced to just endure the 'torture' that he had just set before himself. One part of his mind was telling him that Zach wouldn't want to play, that part was becoming more and more dominant as each second passed and he wished that Zach would answer him already just to put his mind at ease. If he didn't want to play then that was fine; he wasn't going to push him into playing and if he did want to play then that was brilliant, it meant that he could try to think of a conversation starter without having to actually try and think. His plan was sheer brilliance and it was most definitely going to work.

The Wii was a wonderful piece of technology that brought together people from well, places...and it did, something. Anyway what was important was that Skylar had somehow managed to get Zach to play with him on said Wii and that was revolutionary in itself. Guitar Hero? That was no problem, because Skylar, in fact, preferred to play Guitar Hero more then he liked to play Mario Karts and to keep the honesty ship afloat here; he wasn't too sure as to the whereabouts of the disc for Mario Karts. Turning to Zach, he flashed the guy a weak smile and moved across the room to set up the Wii and grab the guitars. Placing one on the table for Zach and the other on the floor for himself, Skylar switched on the TV and pressed a button on the remote. There was a sudden burst of loud noise and it took several attempts for him to turn the sound down before he accidentally smacked himself in the head with the remote and fell sideways. "Guitar Hero it is!" Skylar ignored the pain in his side and sat up.

[emma]

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