Post by Zachary Hazel on Jan 29, 2015 16:02:58 GMT -6
ZACHARY A. HAZEL
these are the days when i hate the world
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| positive | negative |
| o1. loyal o2. reliable o3. forgiving o4. sensitive o5. flexible | o1. reckless o2. guarded o3. lazy o4. selfish o5. covetous |
| likes | dislikes |
| o1. suits o2. sunglasses o3. classical music o4. listening to the radio o5. gambling | o1. his job o2. rainy days o3. cleaning messes o4. lots of human contact o5. formal outings |
biography
Zachary Alexander Hazel was born on the nineteen of June in a small town called Irisia not too far out from his current residence in Paralia. Irisia – humble and small – was hardly a fitting place for the Hazel family, really; for as long as any of his close relatives could remember, his mother's family had been incredibly wealthy, and the home he shared with her was easily the largest in town. The Hazels, despite earning their wealthy through entrepreneurship and inheritance, all seemed to share a common pastime in bird keeping, shipping in various breeds from all over the world to raise, sell, and show to any and all who cared. Irisia, itself, harbored a vast variety of bird species, so it was quite the place to raise a boy who was expected to inherit the same profession.
Zach was born to Samantha and Anthony Hazel, a single child, who came into their small family during a time of great turbulence. What had been a stable relationship for years had been dissolving into a pair who lived their lives in constant anger toward the other. As such, despite the disapproval from both pairs of parents and the fact their son was only three years old, the two broke off their marriage and went separate ways. In the end, it was his mother who gained full custody. The sudden lack of a father figure had the young child upset at first, but as the years passed, a certain hatred started to take root in him when he saw the way the break had impacted his mother. Eventually, his father became nothing but a memory he worked to erase from his mind, and as the years passed, it became easier and easier. His mother, herself, however, was hardly a paragon of parenthood. She was able to find work – an incredibly well-paying job, in fact – that ate up most of her time, and shortly after he started his years in school, her time at the home decreased from most of the day to perhaps a couple of hours between each twenty-four hour cycle. Communication occurred through a series of sticky notes on counters or tables, and the young boy was often left to his own devices. In order to entertain himself in an equally massive and empty home, he took to reading and tinkering with all sorts of things – and, with electricity set to become more accessible, he'd come to be quite good with the new radios, refrigerators, and other such electronics that were due to hit the market in years to come.
Upon entering school, the blond was easily labeled as a "nerd", an easy target for many of the haughty kids around him and a ripe picking for the childish term known as a "bully". Therefor, as a child, he was picked on... quite frequently. He was also a bit of an antisocial, preferring to stay cooped up in his room for hours on end, listening to his mother's classical music and disassembling and reassembling all of the new appliances not yet available to the poorer folk. However, this did not keep him from befriending a young girl by the name of Danica, who would endure the same endeavors as he through most of their young lives. While he often chose to stay passive about many things and try to shut things out, she would often stand her own ground and stick up for not only herself, but for him when he couldn't. While their personalities vastly differed, the two got along like two pees in a pod, practically joint at the hip from the time they first met to the time where he made a later decision that would change the course of his life. The two broke his mother's household rules when they discovered an injured dog in the woods and decided to take care of it on their own, raising it in secret from his mother and dubbing it their sort of "pet". The affectionate creature, however, would wall victim to the crossfire his passiveness had landed them all in.
Danica's verbal and physical counters did little to stop a constant stream of overlooked harassment, the two falling victim not only through their elementary school years, but through most of their time spent in junior high as well. When the small animal they'd been raising in secret was discovered by their antagonizing classmates, said classmates took it upon themselves to play a little “prank”. When the two friends returned to it the following day to feed it, they found it beaten to quite the bloody pulp. Between the beaten and broken canine that he'd failed to protect and the tearful reaction of his best friend, Zachary had an epiphany. Or, at least, this was what he believed it to be at the time. If it was his supposed “nerdiness”, “lameness”, “weakness”, and every other name that his offenders called him that hurt not only him, not only his friend, but an innocent animal who'd nothing to do with their feud, it only made sense that being the opposite would protect the people and things he cared about. If being a “nerd” made Danica cry, than being “cool” would keep her from every crying again. He fled from the scene that day, broken inside and full of self hate, and that was the day he changed: in his mind for the better, but to the onlooker, most certainly for the worse. It was with a pair of shades (a new sort, special ordered for him by his mother in order to block out the sun and help with his terrible eyesight) on his nose and an air of “mysterious” indifference that climbed up the social latter, and by the time he was at the top of his game, Danica had been lost to him forever. How funny: the person he'd been trying to protect rejected him for his method of protection.
As the years passed, unbeknownst to her son, Samantha Hazel's health began to quickly deteriorate. Afraid that her time was to come before Zachary was legally able to make it on his own, she made a point to send him off on frequent visits to her younger sister, Melissa Pine, whom would take care of him should she be unable to. Melissa Pine was an aspiring young scientist, the sort who need just one breakthrough to go from “talented novice” to “the big cheese”. Her profession seemed unfitting when held up to her personality, though; she was a genius among geniuses, but to call her “rough around the edges” would be a grave understatement. Her tiny home was always in a state of chaotic disarray, her regard for strangers and other people lacking, and her general appearance as unkempt as a caveman's. Their first meeting was during Zach's sixth year of schooling, and he simultaneously feared and hated her from the get-go. To be fair, she, in turn, was none too motherly toward her reserved nephew. The only upside to spending time with his aunt was her surplus of books and essays, along side a variety of machines she'd engineered or tested that he could fiddle around with. It didn't matter that he was too young to really understand what any of it was: it was all incredibly fascinating, and if his aunt wasn't smacking his hand away and telling him to go play with her small supply of dinosaur toys, she'd sometimes teach him about some of the things she was working on. As the years flew by, both ended up growing on one another... even if she did always make fun of the ridiculous sunglasses he insisted on wearing around the home. It wasn't until he returned home one day to find his mother face down on the floor, presumably gone for hours before he'd arrived that the two finally clicked; it would take the death of someone they both cared about to finally get him to open up to someone.
Having passed high school with flying colors, it was really only a matter of picking which one was best out of the handful of colleges scattered about the country when it came time for higher education. Seeing as Mrs. Pine took up residency in Paralia, however, and it was the most prestigious of the nearby schools, the University of Paralia was ultimately where he ended up attending. Following his aunt's footsteps right up to his major, the two continued growing closer and closer through the next handful of years. It wasn't until she was caught up in a mafia-related shooting that things took a quick downhill turn, though, and when the recently-recognized scientist ended up being the second maternal figure to end up in a casket before he'd even hit the age of twenty-five, something in Zachary broke. He graduated, yes, but cast away his degree with a heavy heart. Without Pine, without his role model, there just... there wasn't any point. It wasn't as if he needed it, anyway – realistically, his inheritance money from his mother was enough to keep him supported through most of his life regardless of what job he was able to pick up. In the end, he settled with being the secretary for a higher up in some corporate business his aunt had once spoken of, his apathy toward the whole situation nearly getting him fired on multiple occasions, but a lack of a proper replacement keeping it in his hands.
For the last two years, Zachary had wanted nothing more than to find the man who did away with his aunt. Unfortunately, with each day that comes and goes, the chances of that become more and more slim – and the angrier and angrier the blond grows.
Zach was born to Samantha and Anthony Hazel, a single child, who came into their small family during a time of great turbulence. What had been a stable relationship for years had been dissolving into a pair who lived their lives in constant anger toward the other. As such, despite the disapproval from both pairs of parents and the fact their son was only three years old, the two broke off their marriage and went separate ways. In the end, it was his mother who gained full custody. The sudden lack of a father figure had the young child upset at first, but as the years passed, a certain hatred started to take root in him when he saw the way the break had impacted his mother. Eventually, his father became nothing but a memory he worked to erase from his mind, and as the years passed, it became easier and easier. His mother, herself, however, was hardly a paragon of parenthood. She was able to find work – an incredibly well-paying job, in fact – that ate up most of her time, and shortly after he started his years in school, her time at the home decreased from most of the day to perhaps a couple of hours between each twenty-four hour cycle. Communication occurred through a series of sticky notes on counters or tables, and the young boy was often left to his own devices. In order to entertain himself in an equally massive and empty home, he took to reading and tinkering with all sorts of things – and, with electricity set to become more accessible, he'd come to be quite good with the new radios, refrigerators, and other such electronics that were due to hit the market in years to come.
Upon entering school, the blond was easily labeled as a "nerd", an easy target for many of the haughty kids around him and a ripe picking for the childish term known as a "bully". Therefor, as a child, he was picked on... quite frequently. He was also a bit of an antisocial, preferring to stay cooped up in his room for hours on end, listening to his mother's classical music and disassembling and reassembling all of the new appliances not yet available to the poorer folk. However, this did not keep him from befriending a young girl by the name of Danica, who would endure the same endeavors as he through most of their young lives. While he often chose to stay passive about many things and try to shut things out, she would often stand her own ground and stick up for not only herself, but for him when he couldn't. While their personalities vastly differed, the two got along like two pees in a pod, practically joint at the hip from the time they first met to the time where he made a later decision that would change the course of his life. The two broke his mother's household rules when they discovered an injured dog in the woods and decided to take care of it on their own, raising it in secret from his mother and dubbing it their sort of "pet". The affectionate creature, however, would wall victim to the crossfire his passiveness had landed them all in.
Danica's verbal and physical counters did little to stop a constant stream of overlooked harassment, the two falling victim not only through their elementary school years, but through most of their time spent in junior high as well. When the small animal they'd been raising in secret was discovered by their antagonizing classmates, said classmates took it upon themselves to play a little “prank”. When the two friends returned to it the following day to feed it, they found it beaten to quite the bloody pulp. Between the beaten and broken canine that he'd failed to protect and the tearful reaction of his best friend, Zachary had an epiphany. Or, at least, this was what he believed it to be at the time. If it was his supposed “nerdiness”, “lameness”, “weakness”, and every other name that his offenders called him that hurt not only him, not only his friend, but an innocent animal who'd nothing to do with their feud, it only made sense that being the opposite would protect the people and things he cared about. If being a “nerd” made Danica cry, than being “cool” would keep her from every crying again. He fled from the scene that day, broken inside and full of self hate, and that was the day he changed: in his mind for the better, but to the onlooker, most certainly for the worse. It was with a pair of shades (a new sort, special ordered for him by his mother in order to block out the sun and help with his terrible eyesight) on his nose and an air of “mysterious” indifference that climbed up the social latter, and by the time he was at the top of his game, Danica had been lost to him forever. How funny: the person he'd been trying to protect rejected him for his method of protection.
As the years passed, unbeknownst to her son, Samantha Hazel's health began to quickly deteriorate. Afraid that her time was to come before Zachary was legally able to make it on his own, she made a point to send him off on frequent visits to her younger sister, Melissa Pine, whom would take care of him should she be unable to. Melissa Pine was an aspiring young scientist, the sort who need just one breakthrough to go from “talented novice” to “the big cheese”. Her profession seemed unfitting when held up to her personality, though; she was a genius among geniuses, but to call her “rough around the edges” would be a grave understatement. Her tiny home was always in a state of chaotic disarray, her regard for strangers and other people lacking, and her general appearance as unkempt as a caveman's. Their first meeting was during Zach's sixth year of schooling, and he simultaneously feared and hated her from the get-go. To be fair, she, in turn, was none too motherly toward her reserved nephew. The only upside to spending time with his aunt was her surplus of books and essays, along side a variety of machines she'd engineered or tested that he could fiddle around with. It didn't matter that he was too young to really understand what any of it was: it was all incredibly fascinating, and if his aunt wasn't smacking his hand away and telling him to go play with her small supply of dinosaur toys, she'd sometimes teach him about some of the things she was working on. As the years flew by, both ended up growing on one another... even if she did always make fun of the ridiculous sunglasses he insisted on wearing around the home. It wasn't until he returned home one day to find his mother face down on the floor, presumably gone for hours before he'd arrived that the two finally clicked; it would take the death of someone they both cared about to finally get him to open up to someone.
Having passed high school with flying colors, it was really only a matter of picking which one was best out of the handful of colleges scattered about the country when it came time for higher education. Seeing as Mrs. Pine took up residency in Paralia, however, and it was the most prestigious of the nearby schools, the University of Paralia was ultimately where he ended up attending. Following his aunt's footsteps right up to his major, the two continued growing closer and closer through the next handful of years. It wasn't until she was caught up in a mafia-related shooting that things took a quick downhill turn, though, and when the recently-recognized scientist ended up being the second maternal figure to end up in a casket before he'd even hit the age of twenty-five, something in Zachary broke. He graduated, yes, but cast away his degree with a heavy heart. Without Pine, without his role model, there just... there wasn't any point. It wasn't as if he needed it, anyway – realistically, his inheritance money from his mother was enough to keep him supported through most of his life regardless of what job he was able to pick up. In the end, he settled with being the secretary for a higher up in some corporate business his aunt had once spoken of, his apathy toward the whole situation nearly getting him fired on multiple occasions, but a lack of a proper replacement keeping it in his hands.
For the last two years, Zachary had wanted nothing more than to find the man who did away with his aunt. Unfortunately, with each day that comes and goes, the chances of that become more and more slim – and the angrier and angrier the blond grows.
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