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My name is Hazel Pauling Grange and I'm eighteen years old. Among my friends I am known as the dreamer. I'm blonde and my eyes reflect my name. Out of all my friends I'm the optimist and the one who falls into daydream a lot, but I do have my serious side. I was born and raised in England, a complete and utter Brit. I have led a far from normal life. I'm straight but also curious, currently I am single and looking for a relationship. I'm a popular face in the media and work as an actress and an occasional singer.

I was named for the colour of my eyes as a baby, because unusually, I wasn't born with blue eyes. My first name has never really been shortened into something else and I don't think it will, although I do have a nickname. My middle name, Pauline, comes from my Mum's Great-Great Aunt who died from cancer. Like most people my surname is my Dad's last name and there isn't anything unusual about that I guess...except that it's one letter short of Granger... My friends christened me with the nickname 'Pegs' after an incident I don't wish to recount. So among most people I'll be referred to just as Hazel but among close friends and family Pegs, is me. I was born in late March on the 26th in 1944. My parents can never remember the day of the week, and I've never bothered to look, but I know I was bought into the world after nineteen hours of labour at 08:16am. I'm a legal adult now and very happy about that! Not all of my friends are eighteen yet but being who I am they're usually served. Which takes away some of the fun I know normal people have with fake IDs...but what can you do?

When it comes to looks I've always seen myself as rather pretty but nothing special. I've got a natural look and my blonde hair has only once been questioned as dyed in my whole eighteen years of life. The tones of the blonde in my hair are quite different in places but simply, it's darker underneath - dark to the extent of a light brown - and lighter on the top with some caramel streaks through it in places. I have a side-fringe, that was cut in when I was six, and it falls over my right eye. I never refer to it as 'bangs' though. I'm quite short at 5'4 and I really hope I grow, at least, to the height of 5'6. My weight reflects my height and I'm the one most of friends want to give a piggyback because I only weigh 100lbs. My eyes are hazel, again my name, with some darker flecks of green in some light and lighter flecks of gold in other light. Personally I think I look prettier when my pupils are dialated but I would never voice that opinion to anyone, even my best friend. I'm slender and still hoping for some small curves to add to my body. I've got an 'ample bosom' as my sister described to me once. She can be quite awkward at times. My legs are the longest part of my body but only my second favourite feature. My first favourite body feature are my finger nails. I used to bite them down to non-existence but now I'm really proud of them, because I forced myself to stop. They're lovely. And they're quite useful in fights because they jut dig right in. The only things man made on my body, are my clothes, make-up and my lobe piercings. I don't usually wear extravagant earrings but little studs shaped like paperclips, superman logos etc. However when the make-up artists and hair stylists and wardrobe team get ahold of me, my opinions don't matter.

When it comes to fashion I'm not that bothered. Obviously I'll only be able to buy stuff that is in fashion at any one time, because shops never display old fashions, much to my distaste. Then again I only go shopping when I really have to and even then it isn't always to the most popular, mainstream shops. When I wake up I'll look at my clothes at wear what I feel like. Usually though it will be blue skinny jeans or short shorts - depends on the weather - and then a graphic t-shirt or an off-the-shoulder top or just a top. Again, just what I feel like. Dresses and skirts aren't my favourite things to wear but when I wear them on occasion they'll be quite short, maybe cinched in around the waist, thin straps but not spaghetti ones or strapless and some sort of pattern on them. Converses are my favourite footwear and I've got six pairs of them. Pumps are my second choice and then I go to other brands - ie Vans. Heels are certainly not out of the option but my parents are very restricting on their height. At the beach I'll wear shorts until I get to the water when I'll wear bikinis, one-pieces are a no no for me at the beach - that are either halterneck or strapless. And I like hats. I may not be the best model of them but I like them. Beanie hats are my favourite. Another random fact is that I like vintage. However only proper vintage, not the fake vintage that has come back into fashion recently. Since I've become famous though I've had to change my outlook on fashion quite a bit, even if I am one of the controversials when it comes to the magazines dissecting my outfits.

If you want to give me a stereotype you'd probably class me as the "dreamer" or maybe even "believer". I see them as different things though, but I guess, yeah...similar, in some ways. I get lost easily in my own little worlds and you have to physically jolt me to get me out of it. I'll just be staring into some random space without blinking for minutes until one of rescuers - my best friends - poke me in the ribs or something and I'm back in the real world. As a child I had more imaginary friends than most other children and only said goodbye to them, really, when I was thirteen. I wasn't like this naive little kid though who was blind to everything around me. I saw the bad things in the world too and came to notice the small beautiful things in it too. Like the way the sun reflects of a dark river in the middle of the day and it looks as if it is reflecting the light, or the way the shadows dance across someones skin, how the wind moves the leaves in their own little trot and other, less noticeable things too. I love the world. And then comes the second stereotype. Yes, honestly, I do believe in magic. Maybe not the Hogwarts magic, anymore, but that there is some sort of magic in the world somewhere and it sometimes slips up and we see it. I also believe in a better world, without war and stuff, but I keep my beliefs to myself. I guess though that the "dreamer" is what most people see initially and then the rest of my awesome personality takes some getting to know to get to know. If that makes sense?
To me it seems that to get into my group of friends you have to be a dork. I fit that perfectly. And trust me, dorkiness is way different to nerdiness. Dorks are cooler than nerds. Anyway, my dorkiness comes in three levels. Immature-ness. Know-ness. Random-ness. IKR. Get it? I'll start with the first one. Immature-ness. Still dressing up at Halloween, playing battles with little figures with your friends like "die you, die!" etc., throwing tantrums when you get really annoyed about leaving somewhere, telling the most ridiculous lies that work somehow to get you out of tough spots. All things that I do and enjoy. Stage two; Know-ness. I can recite every single line in the Harry Potters films and tell you who plays who in the cast list and who comes up first in the cast list. I know the producers to each film and the conductors too. I can recite paragraphs from each of the books have been able to answer every single question given to me about Harry Potter since I first read the series. I know whole scenes from Marvel and DC movies and own hundreds of comic books that I keep in the best condition I can. Well actually, I have two copies of each - one for pristine and one for loving and reading and reading and loving. Now my nerdiness dips into the dork side of me. Science, History and English are my best subjects and I'm a quick learner and know most of the textbook stuff. That is simply what the Know-ness bit is; knowing things that aren't just from school. Random-ness. Do I even need to explain this? There it is, my dorkiness revealed to all. But I'm not going to defend myself for something that isn't offensive.
After dorky I'm clever, a good listener, sensitive, funny, laid-back and serious. When it comes to someone wanting me to listen, I will. I'll stop myself from going off into my own worlds and listen. I think that is why some people pour out their sorrows to me; because here is someone who is actually making an effort to hear what you have to say; to not go off into their own worlds. But if you want advice I am useless. If you just want to tell someone you worries then fine, but I cannot give advice for the life of me when it comes to life problems. Clothes, hair sure. Boys, life, family no.
So that might be why I don't take criticism well. I can't give other people advice so I can't give myself any and thus other's isn't my favourite thing. My friends know I am quite sensitive though and always keep actual criticism to a minimum. Their sarcasm is impossible to reign in though, and mine too come to that. I see sarcasm as a different thing.
I am hilarious! Haha, see. No, I'm not the most original joke teller and my favourite jokes are actually the jokes on the back of penguin chocolate bars. I may not be the person who is always cracking jokes that get the loudest laugh or whatever but my jokes are few and far between. But when I tell them they are funny. I guess I wait to think of something and then tell the joke, spending a lot of time perfecting it. If that's the best way of telling it. Laid-back links to this but is also controversial to the sensitivity thing I have.
So laid-back...yeah..peace dude. No, I'm joking - told you I was funny. I stay out of fights and very rarely cause them. I don't gossip among anyone other than my closest friends who I know are awesome secret keepers and I am very casual when it comes too general things that don't really bother me. Serious and clever come as one with me - a package deal. I'm serious about getting into somewhere good for further education but that isn't the whole serious side to me. I know how to take someone seriously, I can be serious but try to always keep a spark in my eye because I don't want to lose optimism. It's simple. (Squeak. Sorry, I watch too much of the comparethemarket adverts.) Yes, I think that sums me up. I mean of course I have other traits and I've got flaws and attributes, but I think mainly that is me.

I have been called many things in the past for the things I like to do and the things I like, but the one that resonates more than the others, to me anyway, is crazy. It could be because I love comic books and I can argue why superman is better than batman for several hours on end, or because I always have at least one tube of bubble stuff with me, wherever I go. I don't know. I love Marvel and DC comic books and films, especially the X-Men and Spiderman series, and bubbles are wonderful. I love to read and my bookcase is bigger than my wardrobe - which I think, in the girl world, says something. I like art and poetry, but not all - only the ones I think are good. I like dancing even though if I ever went on Strictly Come Dancing I would lose, drastically and music is a passion of mine even if I can't actually play any instrument other than the recorder - but my singing is great. But more than music writing and reading reign. I like chocolate and my favourite ice cream flavour is cookie dough. I love baking but prefer to just eat the mixtures...my cakes and biscuits are always quite smaller than they should be. I like plaiting people's hair, quoting people/films/books, I adore all Disney films and my favourite Disney Princes are Eric, Eugene (Flynn Rider) and Phillip. My favourite Disney Princesses are Ariel, Jasmine and Belle. I love Pixar too and Ice Age, Madagascar, Shrek, Mosters Inc' rule in my opinion. Finally I love acting - you kind of have to be to get where I am. Of course I have other likes, but these are the main ones that come to mind.

When it comes to dislikes I think I probably have more than I do likes. Also, some of them actually contradict my likes slightly...for example I don't like batman but I like superheroes. I just don't really see batman as a superhero, the only powers he has is his batmobile - and even that isn't a power. And being a ninja - and thus able to be 'invisible' - doesn't count either. I really like Mystique from X-Men but at the same time hate her for what she did to Xavier. Besides my comic book hates though I'm a wuss. If there's a dark room or corridor with lots of places I can't see, I'll send someone down there first or turn on the light for it. I hate horror movies and scary rooms. I am an utter wimp. I also hate ice cream, to an extent. I only like melted ice cream, that is vanilla, and cookie-dough ice cream. And 99s. I do like ice lollies though...Now when it comes to people and not inanimate objects or fictitious characters I don't like jerks, cheaters, people who act dumber than they are, adults who treat children younger than their actual age and pretentious people too - just to name a few. Randomly, I also don't like patterned tights. Again though these are the only ones that come to mind now.

Thinking back to my past the word the comes to mind is normal. I wasn't left on the doorstep of a care home, I wasn't abused, my parents didn't get divorced or anything. I had an older sister, who's twenty three now, and we got along like all sisters do - not perfectly. At times we got along well and had a good heart to heart but they were only about once every year or even longer. My Mum worked part time selling children clothes but it was my Dad who bought in the main income. He worked in an office as something. I'm not entirely sure what he did but he got us the money and I don't think most children know what their parents do. Now it's only my Dad working. I was born and raised in the countryside of England and it was a simple life as well as normal. I went to a primary school with only one hundred and one students and everyone knew everyone, I didn't have a phone until secondary school when I only got a nokia anyway. I didn't even hear of blackberries until I was thirteen. I had a group of tight knit friends of five but we hung out with others too, playing lots of kiss chase and mums and dads. I was always the mum, and that says something about me even if only something small. I went to an all girls secondary school until we went to America and although some of my friends went to other schools, all local though, we managed to stay together and I gained some new friends too. During the recession my Dad was made redundant by his company but then he was picked up by another branch...the only catch was the job was in America. I didn't want to go - I had spent all fifteen years of my life in the same room, in the same house, in the same road, in the same village, in the same country, in the same country and now my parents were just asking me to get up and move to what was a whole new world?! My sister wanted to go though, and I think it was due to the fact her twenty year old self knew there was more of a party scene in America. So three months later we were ready. Empty house, loads of boxes, no cars and just four tickets to America.I said goodbye to my friends and my Uncle drove us to the airport, our cars having been sold. I'm happy to say I didn't cry until I was in the shower at our hotel after the flight. I was sharing a room with my sister and we had a sitting room, bathroom, little kitchen and two bedrooms in the hotel and had access to a spa, gym and awesome pool. We started school before we even had a house and it was only a month, and two hotels later, that we actually found a house. It was really nice but I still prefer my England one. Since I'd been a little kid I'd been acting, nativity plays, school shows and the like. When I was five I was in a drama group and I'd been in it until I moved to America, landing rolls in some musicals and the like on the West End. After the move I found another group and three months after that I was in a Hollywood film. It took off from there. Sometimes I look back on my life so far and think 'if I had' done this instead of this, or this differently or 'if I hadn't' done this; usually it just makes me sad and nostalgic. I know there are definitely three things I could have changed or done differently in my life and it would be better now, but it's too late. I've got what I've got and that's all I can do about it - think, 'what if?'

I believe in love. Maybe I am foolish according to some but I'm sure there is love out there, someone for everyone. It could just be because I've watched Disney films too many times. But who cares? Everyone is entitled to their own opinion, and I've come to know that it's free speech in America. Of course I've dated before but with those three boys, I've never actually felt like they were "the" one. Harry, Jason and Sammi. All three American boys, and all three loving my British accent. Though that wasn't the reason they went out with me. Harry was the worst - he broke up with me through text. Jason wasn't any better - voicemail. Sammi and I agreed mutually to break up through because it wasn't working for us. We're still really good friends though and I've gone to him for advice at least twice, since we broke up, on boys I thought may be potential bofriends. Neither of them were though. I've never dated or kissed a girl, except for on the cheek, and seeing one of my friends a bisexual has kind of made me curious into the other gender. I haven't told anyone and am waiting for a chance to 'try it out', even though I'm not one to snog at a party and then never see the person again. So...bicurious, I think it's called. In my curious....let's call it a phase, in my curious phase though I don't have my eye on anyone - boy or girl and am happy to just flirt gently until I come across someone willing to be comitted. Not for marriage or anything just for boyfriend and girlfriend, of maybe even girlfriend and girlfriend. I'm waiting for someone I like to date. With and in the media though everything's complicated. So...I'm on the market and looking!

My bedroom is quite spacious but cluttered with all of my stuff - lights, books, comic books, photos etc. The bed is opposite my large wardrobe - which is filled with t-shirts more than anything else. I have an iPhone but mainly because my parents wanted to be able to contact me and due to the fact I like playing TempleRun and TinyWings. And of course my agent needs to contact me. Since I got it four years ago, I've collected several cases but mainly use the chocolate one or I don't put a case on at all and just have the phone, which I have covered in sharpie ink. My awesome transport is my yellow vespa, which I adore.

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Oh kiss me out of the bearded barley,
Nightly , beside the green, green grass
Swing, swing, swing the spinning step
You'll wear those shoes and I will wear that dress


Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift you open hand
Strike up the band, and make the fireflies dance
Silvermoon's sparkling,
So kiss me


Kiss me down by the broken tree house
Swing me , upon its hanging tire
Bring, bring , bring your flowered hat
We'll take the trail marked on your father's map


Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift you open hand
Strike up the band, and make the fireflies dance
Silvermoon's sparkling,
So kiss me


Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift you open hand
Strike up the band, and make the fireflies dance
Silvermoon's sparkling,
So kiss me

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.


Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free.


Blackbird fly Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.


Blackbird fly Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.


Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.

Come on skinny love just last the year
Pour a little salt, we were never here
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer


I tell my love to wreck it all
Cut out all the ropes and let me fall
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Right in this moment this order's tall


I told you to be patient
I told you to be fine
And I told you to be balanced
And I told you to be kind


In the morning I'll be with you
But it will be a different kind
I'll be holding all the tickets
And you'll be owning all the fines


Come on skinny love what happened here
We suckled on the hope in lite brassieres
My, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
Sullen load is full, so slow on the split


And I told you to be patient
And I told you to be fine
And I told you to be balanced
And I told you to be kind


And now all your love is wasted
And who the hell was I?
I'm breaking at the bridges
And at the end of all your lines


Who will love you?
Who will fight?
Who will fall far behind?
Ooh, ooh

Name; "Jecka Lyn Zimmerman-Teth.. It's a mouth full, I know." Her name really has no meaning, it was really just started as a letter, then found it's way to her full name.. She likes her name, though. She enjoys telling it to people because they can never say it completely on the first try.
Nicknames; "Jek.. that's the most common.." She does have plenty of them though. Jek is the most common, but her close friends normally call her Grizzly, but that's a long story she's not willing to tell. That's pretty much it..
Age; "I am 12, thanks!!" Jecka is 19, and will be 20 on January 2nd.
Family; "Well, my mom and dad.. and dad.. and brother." Jecka's mom is named Lily, her real dad's name is Roger, but she never knew it, at all. Her step father's name is Robert, and her step brother's name is Aiden. He's 5 tomorrow. Oh, yea, and she lived in France when she was younger.. She has a British accent, though, but can speak fluent French. Her mother was French, and her father British.
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Hair; "Light brown, long, naturally curly.." Jecka has dark brown hair with natural high and lowlights. Her hair is also naturally curly, but occasionally she straightens it. Sometimes she even curls it more.
Eyes; "Blue, light, icy blue." She has very, very gorgeous eyes. They are big and icy blue that get dark as they get closer to the pupil.
Height|Weight; "Ermm.. 2'5 and 180.." Jecka is 5'5, which is just above average, and for her height, she's pretty thin. She is roughly 129 pounds...
Clothing Style; "Anything.." That's almost true. She'll wear almost anything. She's mostly just into loose tops and tight short shorts, but like I said, she'll wear anything. x
Modifications; "Uh, yeaaa." Jecka has plugs and a few tattoos. x o
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Personality; Jecka is the most spontaneous you will ever meet. She does a lot of spur-of-the-moment things and doesn't think things through. She is spunky and reckless, and she rarely says 'I'm sorry' when she plays a prank on you or hurts you in anyway. She is a good person, in kindness, but her actions are rather questionable. She likes to do a lot of illegal things, and she almost always gets away with it. She's not scared to get in trouble, and she is rather annoying in that way. If you don't want to do something with her, she'll try and coax you or smooth talk you into doing it. She isn't the sweetest thing ever either. She can get snappy and mean, but she is generally exciting. She rarely has a frown upon her beautiful face. She can, too, be kinda scary. She's really strong, and can easily beat up a lot of people.
History; When Jecka was younger, she grew up without a father. Her dad left the day her mother announced she was pregnant. He never returned.. By age 3, her mother remarried a man named Robert, and he was the best stepfather ever! He was always so good with her, and he didn't spoil her-

too much. He loved Jecka, and she loved him back. And, when her mother announced yet again that she was pregnant, he didn't leave my mother's side. She gave birth to Jecka's autistic brother, Aiden. He was so sweet, and she had fun playing with him. He was the only person she was genuinely nice too. She teased him sometimes though, but he just teased her back and they had a nice laugh. She always stood up for her brother, who couldn't walk or think right. Once, they were in public, and she was helping her brother try on a pair of pants, and a group of people were making fun. 14 at the time, she turn and blew up on them. They were scared, and ran away. She'll never forget that. She loves her family dearly.
Likes; "Not much.." Jecka likes music, but it isn't her favourite thing. She likes the color purple and teal, and she enjoys animals. All except grizzly bears. She likes coffee, not that she needs it, and almost any energy drink. She also LOVES superheros. Especially Batman and Robin.

Dislikes; "Quite a bit." She HATES grizzly bears, long story, and she also doesn't really like people. They just don't float her boat. In fact, nothing floats her boat, because she also hates boats. She doesn't like eating, especially lunch. She thinks it's pointless.
Fears; "I'm not scared of anything!" No one knows her true fear.. Unless you have been in a boat with her..
Skills; "Everything!" Jecka is really good at drawing. She occasionally does street art, but she mostly paints of canvases, or on the ground with chalk. She can also sing really well, she just doesn't know how to play any instruments.
Sicknesses; "Urgh, I have celiac." Celiac is an allergy towards gluten, which is wheat, barely, and rye. This makes it so she needs to buy gluten free foods.
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Crush; "No one.."Jecka isn't crushing on anyone at the moment..
Orientation; "Straight, sorry girls." She has always been straight. She never dated or liked any girls.
Boyfriend; "Erm.. no one."" Single.. and has been for a while now. She's never had her first kiss..
Fiance; "Nope..." That's a big step, she hasn't kissed anyone yet anyways.
Husband; "Well, not yet." She hasn't gotten married.. yet."
Kids; "Oh no." She is NOT ready to become a parent. Not at all.
Exs; "Uh, a few..." One of her boyfriends abused her, so she technically had her first kiss, but it wasn't like she wanted it. Uhh his name was Bruno, and someone else named Glen. Glen wasn't right for her, but he was sweet.
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Paparazzi girl!

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Character list updated. n.n

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OOC: Could i reserve a famous boy? :3

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Sure. n.n

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{ - Finished with my Paparazzi girl!

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