Post by DREZZ ZACHARIAH HAYNES on May 24, 2010 4:35:06 GMT
DREZZ Z. HAYNES
as i said, my darling,
spring is constantly calling me,
and there's no place that i'd rather be.
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HAI THURRR~ MY NAME IS SARAH and I HAIL
FROM DA EAZT-TURN!
AREN'T YOU JEALOUS ;] YOU CAN CONTACT ME
BY PMIN' DAT SHIT. OH,
AND I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR EVER NOW!
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as i said, my darling,
spring is constantly calling me,
and there's no place that i'd rather be.
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HAI THURRR~ MY NAME IS SARAH and I HAIL
FROM DA EAZT-TURN!
AREN'T YOU JEALOUS ;] YOU CAN CONTACT ME
BY PMIN' DAT SHIT. OH,
AND I'VE BEEN ROLEPLAYING FOR EVER NOW!
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[/b] drezz zachariah haynes* / FULL NAME
* / NICKNAMES[/b] naw
* / AGE[/b] 18
* / GENDER[/b] male
* / SEXUALITY[/b] straight
* / MEMBER GROUP[/b] druggie
* / CONDITIONS[/b] many, many accounts of drug trafficking. underage possession of cocaine, marijauna, meth, and alcohol. driving while under the influence. caused an accident while driving under the influence that took the life of a teenage girl. unwillingness to cooperate with a police officer. believed that his behavior is due to a heavy case of paranoia and childhood abuse.
Drezz Haynes is absolutely scared of his fucking mind. No, seriously. He has absolutely not idea what he is doing ever. He is addicted to the drugs and the highs and the reckless behavior and there is no way out. He is caught up in so much and yet so little at the same time. He feels like he is missing out on his whole life. All he can think about is drugsdrugsdrugs. He wishes that he could just be a normal kid for once. That's going to be a little difficult now that he's got himself in this hellhole. Can't really pretend to be normal here.
He's got a nightmare disorder. Can't ever sleep. When he does manage to get a few hours of shut-eye, he constantly dreams of the girl whose life he took away.
All he wants is to erase the past few years of his life and start over. He wishes he had a time machine.
* / FACE CLAIM[/b] ash price, hollaaa
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[/b] sitting, thinking, walking, art, drawing, painting, piano, guitar, alcohol, cigarettes, kush, coke, fire, piercings, tats, hair, girls, naked girls, xbox, poptarts, not sleeping, faggot jeans, cameras, poetry, singing, beanies, eyes, breaths, violence.* / LIKES
* / DISLIKES[/b] rules, having people telling him what to do, being lied to, his parents, adults in general, school, being called a scene kid, people who assume he is gay, baggy pants, liars, swimming, bugs, when people stare, long nails, the wizard of oz, bad hair days, shit talkers, being alone, not being in a relationship, and amy winehouse.
* / POSITIVE TRAITS[/b] can make people laugh easily, just plain fun to be around, you never have to worry about embarrassing yourself around him, because he doesn't care how weird you act; he'll just act weirder, really good at handstands, easy to talk to, pretty good writer, very loyal friend, just as nice as the next person when he wants to be.
* / NEGATIVE TRAITS[/b] worries about everything, stressed out all the time, terrible vision, too confident, kind of annoying at times, always says the wrong thing at the wrong time, asshole, not athletic at all, messes with his hair too much, stays up too late, smokes, does drugs, doesn't think of the consequences of his actions, short tempered.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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[/b] Minneapolis* / HOMETOWN
* / PARENTS[/b] Michael and Sapphire Haynes, currently in their early 40's
* / SIBLINGS[/b] none
* / OTHER FAMILY[/b] Anthony, stepfather, 54
* / HISTORY[/b] Many people say that instead of disliking drug dealers for trafficking drugs and for introducing underage children to addictive substances everyday, drug dealers deserve sympathy, understanding, and a helping hand. Now, why on earth would a drug dealer deserve sympathy? If anything, they deserve to be thrown in a prison cell and treated as if they were barely human, correct? Well, the theory is that drug dealers begin to do what they do best because of traumatic childhood experiences. Many of them have led very hard lives. Many of them are failures. They might not know how to make money any other way; many of them dropped out of school or just simply failed. In a way, dealing drugs was their way of coping with things; a rather strange way of coping with things, but nevertheless it was what got them by. Kind of a poor argument, right? Yeah, I know, but Drezz Haynes is convinced that's what happened to him.
No one would have guessed that sweet, adorable little Drezz Zachariah Haynes would grow up to be one of the wealthiest drug dealers in Minneapolis.
He was born to a very loving family in 1991. His parents were Michael and Sapphire Haynes, two young adults who quite frankly couldn't be much happier about the arrival of their firstborn son. They were ecstatic. And the rest of the Haynes family was just as thrilled; Sapphire proudly took her adorable baby boy with wide, emerald green eyes to meet his aunts, uncles, grandparents, and cousins for the very first time, all of whom couldn't stop cooing and commenting on how utterly adorable Drezz was, and how one day he was going to be so smart and successful, and he was going to make some lucky girl very happy indeed. Everyone agreed; Drezz Haynes had a whole wonderful life ahead of him, and he was just getting started.
Well, that's all very nice, isn't it? But it's bullshit. None of that is exactly the best indicator of how Drezz's life actually played out in the years that followed. You could sort of say that it all went downhill from there.
At first, it was safe to say that Drezz's childhood was basically pretty normal, aside from being a member of a very upper-class family that is. He went to elementary school when he was of the appropriate age, he played on the playground, he drew with chalk, he finger painted, he ate far too many Oreos, he pretended to be a dinosaur, and he cried when he fell on the sidewalk. He was scared of the dark, so he used a night light that was shaped like Mickey Mouse, and he was convinced that all girls were carrying the deadly disease known as cooties. He was pretty much just like any other boy you might find who was his age. And this would also probably be the only time in Drezz's life where he could be considered as a "normal" boy. Then, things began to change.
It all began around the time of Drezz's fifth birthday. Sapphire had set up Drezz's little birthday party for all his friends at Chuck E. Cheese; quite frankly it couldn't have gone much better. Drezz had got to run around chasing a huge mouse for a couple of hours while wearing a ridiculous looking cone-shaped hat on his little head; could life get any better than that? It doesn't seem likely. So Drezz was excited when he came home, grinning that big sheepish grin that he still manages to pull of today as his mother tucked him and his new teddy bear underneath the covers for a good night's sleep. The boy needed his rest. Drezz was just about to drift off to sleep when he heard it. A slap, a scream, a yell, a door slam.
Drezz would find out later that his mother had been cheating on his father for the majority of their marriage. The man she had cheated with would eventually become his new stepfather. His name was Anthony, but Drezz was supposed to call him "dad." Drezz always disliked his stepfather; Anthony would act kind toward Drezz when his mother was around, but as soon as she was gone Anthony would be rude to the boy. One day, when his mother was at work, Drezz decided to use the family computer; on the screen were emails from a woman whose name Drezz did not recognize. Anthony caught Drezz looking at the emails, and that was the first night where Anthony beat Drezz.
Drezz's stepfather continued to beat him as Drezz progressed into his teen years. Not only was he physically abusive, he was mentally abusive as well; he would often bring Drezz down with words, or trick him. At one point, Drezz had to be taken to the hospital, where he quickly explained that the injuries were from falling down the stairs.
Since his home life was horrible, Drezz turned to pot to make him feel better. It was easy to get and even easier to sell; he found that ripping off new smokers was an easy way to make even more cash that usual. Soon he had more money than he knew what to do with - and he loved it. He couldn't get enough of it. Sure, he was still beaten every night as soon as he got home, but he came home later and later every single day, choosing to spend more and more thing getting high and dealing drugs.
Soon his little drug selling hobby became a legit business. He was getting nonstop phone calls, and the stash of drugs in his room was like any addict's dream come true. He had everything any druggie could ever ask for, and it was all for sale. He was making nearly $700 in one week alone. Business was booming, but Drezz doesn't remember much; he was stoned out of his mind for just about every minute of his life for about 5 months. Everything is a blur in his memory.
He and his friends would hang out every day after school, smoke up, get drunk, and then go out driving. Drezz was always behind the wheel; he had much experience with driving under the influence, and besides a few foolish things he was generally a good drunk driver. He'd go way too fast or swerve unexpectedly or yell "SLUTS!" at a car filled with girls, but that was only when he knew he could get away with it. It was great. They'd do this for hours, and then they'd either go to the woods to smoke up some more or go to one of the boy's houses to do drugs all night in the basement. They might go to a party or two to get free alcohol once in awhile.
One night Drezz was the designated driver, and his duty was to take everyone home once they were finished drinking at a popular girl's house party. Drezz, the designated driver, was higher than a kite and his breath smelled of alcohol by the time it was time to leave, but everyone laughed it off. He'd driven like this countless times; they trusted him to get them home safely. Besides, it's not like anyone expected him to stay sober. He was the fucking stoner king, after all.
Drezz was driving down the road, blasting his music and they were all yelling and laughing even though it was about 2 in the morning. Drezz took a swig from a water bottle filled with vodka, and asked if he could crash at anyone's house for the night.
Then glass was cutting his face and everything went black.
He woke up in the hospital later and learned what had happened. Drezz had hit another car. All of his friends were okay, and he had only broken his arm, but the girl who was driving the other car was dead. The doctors had found 13 different drugs in his body. He was in serious trouble. He was supposed to go to jail, but since his mother had told the doctors about his abuse, they decided to send him to Morris instead.
The nightmares were horrible and he screamed and cried for two weeks while he was still at the hospital. He was diagnosed with paranoia once he began seeing a therapist. All he could think of was the girl that he had killed.
But even more than he thought of her, he thought about drugs.
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THIS APPLICATION WAS MADE BY MIADAY PARADE AND IS FOR HER USE ONLY.
THIS APPLICATION WAS MADE BY MIADAY PARADE AND IS FOR HER USE ONLY.
