Name: Haze Stone
Age: 26
SO: Pansexual
Personailty: By just going off looks, Haze looks like a slacker. His facebis almost always relaxed, and easy going, and people almost always thinks he doesn't have any goals or anything. Though it's the total opposite. Those who know Haze Stone knows he's ambitious and keen to get what he wants in life. He's very dependable, and he's very likable. Though he does have some not so likable traits. When angered, he can become rather aggressive, and violent. He rather not talk an argument out. Though Haze rarely ever gets angry. He's also artistic, and does tattots all over his body. And even though hes amazing at tattoos, that not his goal in life like most think.
Upbringing/Background: To most, Haze Stone seems to be a man who loves rock music, drinking, doing drugs, and is a tattoo artist. And by one good look at him, this all seems to be true. However, it isn't. Haze doesn't drink at all. The only time he drinks is if he's never tried it and wants to. And even then he only takes one sip. Nor does Haze do drugs. He's against the very existence of them. And he may tattoos himself, but that's only because he sees himself as an artist, who's art should be worn. Haze has goals in life that he set for himself way back when he was only a child, abd he stuck to those goals. And that was becoming a doctor for the mentally ill.
Now why would a child want to become a doctor for insane people? The answer is simpler than you think. Haze's mother was mentally ill. But she wasnt always like that. Once upon a time, she was this raven haired beauty, with chestnut eyes, and evenly tanned skin. She had a smile that would stop people in their tracks just to stare. And she was as graceful as a swan, only moving with elegance. Her name was Hazel. Hazel was an average everyday housewife. She cleaned, cooked meals, and took care of her only child while her husband worked all day. Life was comfortable for the small family. And she couldnt ask for a better life. And life only got sweeter as they welcomed their second baby into the world. Haze's little sister, Cloud. Cloud was just as beautiful as her mommy, and Haze swore he would protect his baby sister. Having a five year age difference, it wasn't much the siblings could do together, but Haze made sure he always made time for her. Around the time Haze turned ten, he began to notice his father's behavior was strange. He would sometimes come home smelling like women, and lipstick on his collar, and he always said to keep it a secret from his mother. Haze became fed up with this, and finally told his mother. Turns out his mother knew for a while, but now that her son was telling her, it broke her. His mother became depressed, and Haze resented his father for it. He began to take care of his mother, no longer having time for Cloud. His mother needed all the love she could get at this point. Those one day, Cloud was five, and she was outside, in their gated backyard. She played out there every day, but one day a strange man climbed their fence, and lured her over with candy and toys, before taking her away. Turns out they were being stalked by a man who kidnapped, and killed little girls. It was late evening, the time Cloud usually came back inside, that they realized she was gone. Instantly Hazel called the police, soon the whole town was in search for this child. Hazel grew anixous, and scared, worried for her baby. She was already depressed, and Haze was afrajd his mom would do something irrational. Haze just prayed his baby sister would come home safe. But, Haze learned that the world was a cruel place, and his innocence was stolen a week later. A week later, Hazel was still searching for her daughter, and she found her baby...Not alive. Dead on the side of the rode. She had stab wonds up and down her arms, and a silt neck. Seeing her baby in this state drove the woman insane. Even though they found the man and he had the death sentence, it still didn't lessen the hurt that her baby was dead. The image of seeing the girl on the side of the rode burned into her mind. Haze knew his mother needed help, and he told his father, but what did he do? Divorce her and leave. Haze knew he had to step up. He took care of his sick morther, trying to help her. He read as many books as he could, reasearched anything he could that would help his mother. Even if she was crazy now, she was all he had. His sister was gone, his douche of a father left, and he didn't have any grandparents. All he had was his mom.
However, even that would change. Teachers fro. His school noticed the boy wore dirty clothes a lot now, when he used to always have nice things. They also noticed that when he ate lunch, he would eat like he haven't ate all day, especially on Mondays. Wo they sent officials to his home, they instantly noticed how...dirty the home was. Haze was only twelve at the time. He tried his best to keep things clean, though with his mother having violent episodes, it was hard. They instantly put his mother into a mental home and him into a foster home. They yanked his only family from him, and this is what started Haze to dress alternative. For a little bit he rebelled, before he noticed that it wasnt going to get him anywhere. He knew if he truly wanted to help his mother, he would become the best doctor out their, and cure her. So he studied his hardest in school, and ended up with a full scholarship to Harvard University. Though he had yet to to graduate just yet, he is on his merry way. All he needs to do is help one patient, and he passes, and he graduates as the valedictorian of course.