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Hazel Brooks

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a character in “Phobos Academy”, originally authored by farewellandgoodnight, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Name:
Hazel C. Brooks, named after her grandmother.

Age:
16 1/2

Gender:
Female

Phobia(s):
-Achluophobia(fear of darkness)
-Sciophobia (fear of shadows)
-Tetraphobia (fear of monsters)
-Glossophobia (Fear of speaking)

Hair:
Reddish pink, Short and brushed. Occasionaly a bow placed within it.

Eye color:
Reddish pink, with light brown leaking through.

Height:
4'8.

Relationship:
Single, no crushes, asexual.

Personality:
Hazel's Quiet, but not shy! she loves to be around people, whether in class, or relaxing. hearing the cheerful voices of people is what warms her heart. Hazel does look like a sweet girl, but she's a bit of a stalker. It doesn't matter if she knows you or not, just if you're interesting or not. Hazel likes to follow people around, wondering what they are doing.

Though Hazel's basically a mute, her actions speak louder then words.Because she refuses to speak, she taught herself a little sign language. She knows how to communicate with it poorly, but she can at least get a message through. The fear of talking is just another symptom that comes from her fear of 'the beasts'. Hazel has a few other symptoms of this, such as seeking out comfort in other people. She does not care for or know the meaning of 'personal space', and often gets too close to other students.

Hazel excels in almost all her subjects, except math. She fails because she refuses to ask for help when she doesn't understand her subject. In fact, because she refuses to speak, she can't get A's in classes. The highest grade is a B, and it seems fair to her.

Hazel has a longing for friendship, yet she's afraid if she speaks to a person they will turn out to be a 'beast.' Though she doesn't have many friends, she certainly hangs around people like one.

Hazel likes to listen to people talking, but she loves it when someone sings. Especially a lullaby.Though Hazel loves to listen to Piano's being played, and harps being strummed, Hazel can't play an instrument. Either she does't want to learn how, or she's tried and it's difficult Though she'd gladly come to a concert, if the room's bright enough.

Hazel has fallen in love with one other thing, besides stalking: swimming. She love's the feeling of being weightless. Though the ocean does get too dark for her, the school pool is perfect. Sometimes, Hazel is caught spending hours in the bathtub, getting all wrinkly. Hazel has no fear of liquids what so ever, in fact, she would love to go to a water park someday.

Likes:
-Stalking other students, especially during the day
-Being around people, or near people
-Listening in on the choir,
-Swimming
-Comfortable chairs

Dislikes:
-Having to take medicine
-Being forced to talk
-Shadows
-Darkness
-Getting in trouble
-Getting yelled at. (In fact, she attacks you if any harm is directed towards her. Please try not to, it activates her schizophrenia.)

History:
Hazel was announced a schizophrenic at age nine. Her parents sent her to the Phobia Academy, suggesting it could help exterminate the creatures she sees in her mind. But, The school mind not have let her in if they heard of the charges on her. Hazel is guilty of committing homicide. Almost double homicide. Her schizophrenia started on a Halloween night, where she was dressed up as Tinkerbell. All around her were small goblins and beasts, running around her. hazel imagined them attacking her, so she took 'defense' and began beating the crap out of an innocent child. She pushed it to the ground then began punching directly into the child's nose. Hazel was pulled off of him, but it was already too late. The kid bled out like a fountain.

She would have been sent to a mental institution, under the charge she was insane. Her parents lashed out at the judge, screaming she was only a child, and that she could overcome her 'mental illness.' Though, since she's been enrolled, she hasn't had much trouble with her beasts.

With a little help of Ziprasidone pills, Hazel's imaginary beasts disappear completely. Yet, on rare occasions when she's terrified or depressed, she starts overdosing. Overdosing on Ziprasidone pills is rare for Hazel, but it still has happened. Hazel hasn't needed them recently, but that could change at any given moment...



Others:
-Hazel is very immature for her age.

-Hazel spends a lot of time in the school garden, mostly because that's where other students come to relax and settle down.

-Hazel has been caught in other students room before, watching them sleep. It's a common sighting.

-Hazel has been enrolled into the school for about half a year now, and knows the place fairly well. She's found her favorite places to stay, and her favorite people to follow.

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So begins...

Hazel Brooks's Story

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Character Portrait: Wyatt Swindle Character Portrait: Hazel Brooks
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Wyatt inhaled as much air into his lungs as he could, then let it allllll out in a massive sigh. He spun on his heel to face the young girl once again, looking annoyed and desperate for her to leave. "Look I.. I know you're probably lost mate, but I'm pretty sure you have t' find your room on your own, right? Getting used to the area? Your rooms not even on this side of the school, you know.." He huffed lazily, pulling all the books he carried into one arm, and rubbing the sweat off his forehead with the other. He was growing exhausted of having to stop and explain why she needed to leave ever five seconds. "I've gotta get to my own room, too...!" He told her again, but Hazel just wouldn't listen. She stared at him as if she was expecting something, but what? Wyatt glared at her for another few seconds. Was this about what happened earlier? Him tripping over her leg? He told her he was sorry, but he hardly stopped to see if she was okay. Was she still angry? She didn't look angry to him, she just looked... Creepy. Wyatt was okay with her stalking him around for the first five minutes, but every other second after that he was paranoid about her. But seeing the girl hadn't run off yet, he gave up. He couldn't loose her, so he'd have to live with it for now. "Agh.. Alright. Fine. Just 'til we find my room, 'k? Then you gotta skedaddle." He He shifted the weight of the books in his arms before turning back around and quickly walking away.

Wyatt did eventually find his dorm room, and boy was he relieved. The room might have been one of the closest to the library, of which he would visit as soon as he got everything set up. "Alright now, you know what that means. Goodbye!" He chirped, turning around, expecting the girl to still be there. But, for some reason she wasn't. Hazel had already disappeared. Again, odd behavior, because he couldn't get her to leave earlier. Wyatt looked down the hall both ways, but there was no trace of the strange girl. He stood puzzled for a few minutes, before shrugging it off. "...Hmph." Wyatt turned back to his door, put the books down, opened it, picked the books back up, and went inside.The room was pitch dark, save for the light that leaked in while the door was ajar. He found the light switch conveniently placed next to the door, and flipped it. When the lights switched on, the first thing noticed was that the room seemed.. empty. Wyatt didn't really care for how vast the room looked. In fact, he liked it empty. It would give him more room to walk around. But still, putting up a few pictures of his family wouldn't hurt.

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Hazel had already found her room yesterday. The room was now decorated with night-lights and lamps, picture books and drawings, and pillows thrown everywhere. Maybe she did bring a little too many pillows, but she needed them. The window's curtains were taken down, and small boxes were placed underneath the bed, to prevent anything from crawling underneath her while she slept.

Hazel was sitting on a warm bench near the entrance of the school. Currently she's looking for another student to follow. As she watched the students climb off the boats and walk cautiously towards the school, she found out something ...strange. Most of the students came in pairs. Like a buddy system, maybe? This was confusing, but it didn't upset her. more students meant more company. But now, spending around fifteen minutes just watching them, Hazel grew tired. She rested her hands on her chin and her elbows on her knees. She kept watching the students, until she finally dozed off. Hazel curled up on the bench, falling into a dreamless nap.