Robert 'Hayden' Stevenson

[Hayden Stevenson]

Hey Hey it's your favorite person Hayden

The mastermind behind it all

~Name: RJ

~Age: 15

~ Password: snowflake
~ Where you find us? St. Sophia ;D- tis River for support
The little things

Name:Robert Hayden Stevenson
Age: 16
Grade: Junior

Baby where you get that body from? I got it from my momma!

~Eyes: Hazel; oval
~Hair: Short, straight, brown
~Body shape Tall and Athletic
~ Appearance overall Hayden used to be a dorky looking kid during Freshmen year. He was constantly wearing dark colors and even seemed a bit overweight. He used to look like a kid and people often teased him for that. The summer before sophomore year, puberty seemed to slap Hayden in the face hard. He grew to be almost 6'4 but never quite stretched the far. His body filled out as he still wrestled with his brother, whom he knew was almost an inch taller then, bring a new sense of pride to Hayden that he wasn't the munchkin.

Needless to say, the moment Hayden returned to school, he started to turn heads. His chiseled look brought him a particular amount of female attention and he gladly received it without a single word. If it wasn't for his looks, there would be no way Hayden would have been classified into his clique. No one would have looked at the little nerdy boy until he came back looking the way he did.

This is real! This is me !

Likes:
+ Himself and how he acts (in a healthy none arrogant way)
+ The people he chooses to surround himself with
+ Peace
+ Respect given and received
+ His laptop, his one and only true best friend (a joke)
+ Paintball
+ Soccer
+ All sorts of music
+ Logic
+ Art
+ Fiction
Dislikes:
-His friends being mistreated
-woman being mistreated, especially in front of him
-Jerks who think they're 'players'
-Country kids that think they're ghetto
-County kids that think they're ghetto
-Slang
-immature people
-Disrespectful people
-Rap Music
-Techno
-Arguing
-Ignorance towards Race, Sexuality, and religion
Dreams:
*Be a successful Director
*Speak at Assemblies promoting knowledge
*Be a Successful Writer
Secrets:
*Hayden has told no one that his brother is technically socially retarded. He is scared of ridicule brought upon his name as well as his brother's name.
*Hayden is a former Porn Addict, which he got into when he was in his groove of emotions.
*He saved one of his friend's little brother's back at home from being hit by a truck.
Fears:
*His addiction returning
*losing his control
*Seriously hurting someone
*Needles, hates medical needles.
*Being an outcast again
*Becoming an Alcoholic (his grandfather (mother's side) was an alcoholic, and flipped a truck over on himself, thus killing himself)
Clique/Status: Blue-Blood, Member
Overall personailty: Hayden’s diagnosed personality is INTP. This mean he is introverted, intuitive, a thinker and a perceiver. Hayden is quiet mostly and thinks alone. He can think fast and puts things together quite well. Hayden is an observer and a writer. He has an artist’s eye and can express himself quite articulately in his literature. Hayden is intelligent but not a super genius, he’s smart enough for recognition academically, but low enough to mask the intelligence and seem normal. He’s creative and funny mostly. Sometimes he seems to have a bit of a sarcastic witty demeanor and can be a bit of a jerk. Hayden is also a loyal and protective friend and strongly believes in having to go through him first. He is wise beyond his sixteen years and quite mature. He’s been claimed for good advice and gladly gives it to his friends.

Hayden's only a tad bit of a charmer, but he's extremely chivalrous, of no fault of his own. However, his violent demeanor makes it a bit weird, per say. For example, once a boy was making a complete ass out of himself in a biology class and using a live bess beetle to torment and ridicule girls in the class. Hayden, be the kind of guy he was even when he was small, told him to knock it off or he'd castrate him with a pencil.

There are remnants of his cold nature still in Hayden, and there are times that he still doesn't speak up when things bother him. He doesn't believe in conflict, but willingly will knock someone's block off if they go against what he believes in or harms his friends physically, emotionally, or spiritually.

Lets Talk Past shall we?

Dada: Robert Joel Stevenson, 50, Pastor
Moma: Denise Stevenson, 49, Assistant Manager at Catering Company
Sissy and Bro:Samuel Stevenson, 19, Freshmen in College/Waiter
Pets:

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[li]Ninja, Black Cat, 2,
[/li][li]Teddy, Manecoon (cat),13
[/li][li]Georgia, Beagle, 5
Dad’s house
[/li][li]Cookie, ‘Husky’ mix, mostly likely a border collie mutt, 3
[/li][li]Buster, German Shepherd, 1
[/li][li]Maggie, Cocker Spaniel mutt, 14
[/li][li]Scooter, Tabby Cat,2
[/li][li]Sceezics, fluffy orange Cat, 12
[/li][li]Tootsie, Tabby Cat, 15
[/li][li]Nova, Black Cat, 5
[/li][li]Soma, cat, 6[/li][/ul]
Other: Stepmom: Jane Stevenson, 52
Deatails: Robert Hayden Stevenor was born in late June in St. Louis, Missouri. As a family tradition, Hayden went by his middle name, like his father, Robert Joel did. Hayden is the youngest of two. Hayden doesn't know when it happened, but he seems to always remember his older brother, Sam, having some sort of mental diseases. Sam had ADHD which in later years turned out to be a high functioning version of autism called aspergers. This disease caused his older brother to have levels of maturity, on moment he'd be mature beyond his own age then next he could be normal or throwing himself around like a five year old having a temper tantrum.

Hayden and Sam often fought and Hayden, being the smaller of the two, often got hurt and was often hurt for just making a comment on something that was logical to him. Sam was a tyrant and overly open making everyone in the world know what was on his mind. Hayden was under shadowed and often called stupid by his brother for one reason or another. Since Sam had a mental illness and his parents had to pay more attention to him instead of Hayden, he just got use to not saying anything. He become unopinionated. Whether it was through overall being ignored or just the way it was suppose to be, Hayden luckily turned out to be an introverted person. Home life was a bit hard on him from one perspective, but Hayden hardly noticed it.

For the first six years of Hayden's life he lived directly in St.Louis City and attending the Magnet School, Euclid Montessori and only for half a year before his father found a job in the suburbs, Washington Montessori. Hayden claims that in this period of time he was dumber then a doorknob. He couldn't grasp the concepts of letters and words and thus until he transferred into the suburban Ritenour district, couldn't read and no teacher aided him. It didn't take too long for Hayden to 'get it' in the new district. As if over night, his academic self excelled. Hayden ended in a gifted program from third grade to eighth.

In sixth grade, home life got even worse. Hayden started to 'hear voices' and have very disturbing dreams that went with concealing his emotions. In late September, he was taken into a hospital and told to go to therapy. The voices stopped after that day, but something was different about him. Hayden doesn't talk about the dreams anymore, but the truth about them is they were homicidal towards a friend that was ignoring and angering him under the skin.

Things got even worse for him, unfortunately, in February of the same year, his best friend was forced away by child services. Hayden wouldn't hear from him until April, only finding out that he had been placed into foster care, awaiting moving to his mothers. His friend’s father apparently had done something to a girl their age. The next month, almost out of the blue, Hayden's parents separated. Hayden's father, Joel's depression almost caused him to commit suicide, having shoved multiple pain killers into his mouth, which he claims now was one of his worst ideas ever.

Everything happening so suddenly numbed Hayden, his emotions shut down. He became a different person completely and soon he was so numb, he was beginning to lose sight of wrong and right. He never complained; he hardly spoke. His eyes were cold and distant. His colors went from the bright whites and even blues and reds of childhood in a night-like black that engulfed and ripped away childhood innocence.

The load finally broke from Hayden’s icey fingers and fell to the floor in an emotional outburst. His mother, afraid that Hayden, who seemed to never have a mental problem, would actually consider harming someone, sat the boy down and talked to him. He didn’t want to go back to school. He wanted Sam to win his long fought battle. Hayden wasn’t stupid but he felt like it and he was losing control and he felt it in his mind and heart. His mother feared the worse, thus sent him to his father's for a year. There, he was tested and found to have depression. He is now on prozac to prevent a outbreak of mental angst.

As school became too much for him around his dysfunctional family, Hayden's father sent him to the school with his own name. Hayden Academy was a new frontier for the boy. He didn't have to live in the shadow of Sam, his genius socially challenged brother, or deal with him. He didn't have to be anything but himself. He was restricted by the bonds of his family. However, Hayden was a bit late in puberty. Everyone was bigger then him, and he was a chunky little guy with a baby face, and people looked down on the little freshmen for that, by the end of the year, Hayden had a small growth spurt but hadn't broken six foot yet.

Leaving ashamed, Hayden pondered if he wanted to return to the school the next year. He didn't want to be ridiculed anymore. He returned to his mother's house to find that his brother, Sam, seemed to have matured significantly in his absence, he appeared to actually be taking his medication and was mellowed and even nice. The brother's still wrestled around considerably but there was a different bond now that they weren't at each others throats constantly.

That summer was a summer of change. His body grew longer what seemed like everyday, and as it grew, the weight leveled out in his stomach. The wrestling matches started to change him for the better, the activity was molding him into a different person, when Hayden Stevenson walked into school on the first day of sophomore year, heads turned to him and didn't for once turn away. He felt sort of awkward and shy as he walked through the hallways but glad that it was that way instead of those ridiculing eyes.

He was quite surprised when the Blue-Bloods approached him half way through the school year. They had kicked a boy out and now he was in. Hayden was looking around for the boy they were talking about... until he realized, it was him. He accepted and vowed to follow their monarchy to the tee. He was almost like their loyal puppy of a newbie. A year later, Hayden is well adapted to his position and has become himself again. He's managing his way through highschool still, one day at a time.

Sample!

Roleplay Sample: (from another site with another character]
Jason set his bags up in his room and abandon his clothes there as well as he changed into a tank top and a pair of shorts. He utterly disregarded the obvious fact that both his tattoos were showing. He felt that it didn't matter. If a student asked he'd tell them about it. The Shadow was more recent then the Death wish as was evident by the flesh around the injected ink. The Shadow tattoo just looked more fresh. He didn't actually like it, he was going to go back and have it made to look more sadistic. It was just something he thought about occasionally. He left a note at his door that explained that he was back in case someone actually cared and wanted to leave something in his room.

The odd man left his room with a dull expression on, he wanted to work off the weeks without a single ounce of labor and since he was sure that no one would want to go down to the danger room any time soon, he decided the Gym was the place to go. Someone would probably be there, if not many students, wanting to get in that hard work out between break and the school year. Jason never understood the students that wanted to stay at school while he was a student. Then again, HE had to stay at school or go to Juvie for the amount of break. They wouldn't let him go stay with Monster until his parole was up. It was a dreadful period of his life and caused a bitter after taste towards the staff that had been there when he was a young man. Jason never thought on it too much, however,as it was never particularly important to him at any given time.

The gym looked different then it did when he was a student. The equipment seemed new almost, the weights polished and gleaming. The entire place screamed of organization and the up hill climb for strength, balance, and toned physique. It used to reek of sweat with ten or fifteen guys facing off and trying to lift three times their own body weight just to impress their so called friends. Many people hurt themselves doing so, and Jason always laughed at them. If they were stupid enough to get into it, they ought expect to get laughed at for their ignorant deeds.

He found himself a treadmill first, as he stretched out his legs before getting into a full blown work out. He'd suggest stretching for anyone that would ask, and that was just to prevent injury. His knee groaned and popped in protest but he knuckled through it and walked slowly trying to keep the weight from causing too much medical problems.

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Lycric credits:
Where you get that body from- by will.I.AM
This is me - by demi lovato

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