hazel sasha lathom !

[sirhiss]

"A mere slip of the forked tongue" - Sir Hiss

NAME: Hazel Sasha Lathom
NICKNAMES: Haze
AGE: 25
BIRTHDAY: April 24, 1984
ORIENTATION: Lesbian
NATIONALITY: English
PLAYED BY: Lara Stone
DISNEY: Sir Hiss -Robin Hood
USER GROUP: Minion
OCCUPATION: Secretary for the CEO of Knottingham Finance Inc.

PERSONALITY !

MANIPULATIVE! Known amongst foes and friends alike as a manipulative little monster, Hazel isn't afraid to play around with her meal in order to get what she wants. Her eyes are her greatest asset in this as she trained them over the years in the flicks, spins and tricks required to get just the right right response. She hasn't been known to do harm with her manipulations but it has certainly paved her way to her cushy secretary job. At times Hazel has found that she could do good by convincing people of certain things, it is not something she does often, but impulsive moments can sometimes lead to good, for others and not for her. Even with all of her practice and talent she's found, obviously, that the stronger willed don't break as easily, this often leads to bouts of sulking.

SUSPICIOUS! The Lathom family has a history of paranoia, and Hazel is no different from generations of people that came before her. She harbors ill expectations of new people and those below her. She's made it thus far and many want to be sitting just where she is. As far as she's concerned she "ain't no buster". Often times in first meeting with suspect people she will set up little gauntlets in order for people to prove that they are trustworthy. She keeps a little list of people that she knows she should stay away from, a little mental ledger. In public though she appears very friendly on only attempts avoid people if she's strongly uncomfortable around her. Most of her thought processes revolve around second guessing herself and people.

TRUTHFUL! Truthful to a T, suspicion may be one thing that plagues Hazel, but hypnotizing eyes lay folly to her not so silver tongue. Her ability to tell the truth can be akin to being dashed to a cliff of rocks. Aside from relaying any unexpected detail of what she's been told, she's moved from just telling the truth to outright complaining about it. As a suspicious person she can't help but be suspicious for others and is often upset when they shrug off warnings Often times her complaining is fueled by being shrugged off when she's simply attempting to warn a person. Most often she feels her advice is justified, but at her most frustrated her harsh tongue can often make her honest opinions hard to hear.

FUMBLING! Her pretty little hats, capes, and clothes often take dangerous tumbles when she does. Not so light on her feet, Hazel is given about to shuffling on them. They hardly ever not touch the ground! this leads to tripping, leads to injuries, to all of her. She's usually not with out a scar or little injury. She forgoes band-aids for a good medical salve and the fresh air treatment. Not to mention they're darned painful to rip of the skin.

LOYAL! The few friends and confidants that she makes will find that Hazel is extremely loyal, and while her loyalty may manifest in a protective manner one will see that she genuinely cares for the wellbeing of her friends. She enjoys a good laugh and time spent clowning about. She tends to be more guarded about what she says among friends and people that she trusts, but can often be the friend with the "I told you so" attitude, even if it is a more joking "I told you so".

QUIRKS: Because of the gap in her teeth most "sh" sounds sound like a little whistle. She's also a little farsighted, and has some lovely little glasses for reading papers. They give her "the real secretariat edge".

LIKES: Getting her way, coffee houses, clothing, feathers, comfy chairs, paperwork, money, flying, her brother, and marmalade.
DISLIKES: Being reprimanded, alcohol, shifty people, poor people, mirrors, band-aids, outdoor sports, "parlor tricks", wicker furniture, and cats.

HISTORY !

The Lotham family is and old English family, rich and stuffy, and Hazel speaks with a thick New York accent. How could this be? In the later years of her grandfather's life her picked up the family, sold the estate, and used the money to move to the golden country. There he bought himself a similar estate in upstate New York, near the border with Vermont. He began building up the family name in America with his previous reputation in Britian.

After his death his son continued creating a tight business for the family as a financial consultant for Wall Street. He relocated his family to the bustling center of New York, raising his twins, Hazel and her brother in a spacious pent house. With their parent's busy and unable to provide them the attention they needed the twins often spent time together or accompanied by numerous hired maids. Growing up with such independence, Hazel learned to supply for herself. At her school, many people were putty in her hand, and although not the top of the picking order she found her niche in the middle, working off of the leftover underling students. Unfortunately she never made many friends as she was relatively unpopular with her friends for the following reason:

Hazel was often if not always a bit of a teacher's pet, while not always the best student, she was a notorious tattle-tale, which may have driven her paranoia a bit. Student above her in the food chain despised her, those below her were somewhat frightened of her. The few friends she was able to make were often much like her, or just trustworthy people in general. They found, that under her exterior of terrible traits she was a very trustworthy friend, if a little bit jumpy.

She graduated 6th in her undergraduate class for economics and decided to see how far she could run with the degree. She moved to Fantasia with her brother, and began building a small career for herself. Numerous jobs followed from small secretary to financial advisor for a small firm. Now, she's moved for a bit of down time and taken a secretarial job for the CEO of the second largest firm in Fantasia. It provides and excellent salary, which covers well beyond her klutzy mishaps and has wonderful a wonderful comfy chair.

(more to be added once brother is found)

SAMPLE !

It didn't occur to him where to go now. Ten minutes into being alone and he missed the shrill voice of his mother telling him to do this and do that. Stand up straight, try not to walk like a duck. He almost didn't notice the woman attempting to talk to him as he corrected his spine and tried not to waddle, which resulted in an even sillier stride. Something akin to a flamingo trying to see how far it could step before falling over.

He turned around as he heard Vika's voice. It was a tall woman, but everyone looked tall to him, and now everything did too. She had found clothes which meant she'd been in a luckier place than he had been when she'd changed. He looked at her, and with all seriousness on his face replied, "I don't know who you are." And then he about faced and continued down the sidewalk, watching for doors left ajar. Unfortunately, he couldn't remember what ajar meant. And he didn't need jam. So he stared looking for doors that were open. Even less fortunate was he that they weren't open.

He turned back to woman, a puzzled glazed over look as he wondered whether he should speak to her more. He decided that should she attack him he could take her, and continued to ask a question, "Do you have anything I could wear?" He didn't seem too unhappy running around in the nude, it was warm, so he wasn't chilly, but he felt that he should ask that question. In case, you know, someone started screaming.

Then, just as he had before with his previous sentence, he turned on his heels and continued his way on the sidewalk. As he did he noticed something up ahead; in one of the doorways was a large, evenly cut hole. He wiggled about on his toes in revelry, and then sprinted towards the door. It took some effort to pull himself up the small step,, but he managed. Once up on the step he stopped, as if waiting for what he had decided was his companion in his little quest.

"Comeon, we can find STUFF inside!"

ABOUT YOU!

OHHAITHUR, I'M LOCK AND I'M A PRETTY SILLY PERSON. I'M 17, BUT DON'T FRET YO, I THINK THIS PLACE IS AMAZING. I'M SO GLAD I FOUND IT THROUGH RPG-D. OH, AND JUST SO YOU KNOW, MY FAVORITE DISNEY MOVIE IS THE INCREDIBLES

[. NIKKI MOUSE]

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