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Name: Stephanie Turner<br/>
Nickname: Stef<br/>
Age: 25<br/>
Occupation: Model<br/>
Personality: Stef is a free spirit. While she almost always is broke or ends up losing the job she has, she is always taking one day at a time. She is impulsive, sometimes even acting a bit reckless. She is a very emotional person, who always tries to put a smile on the ones she loves.<br/>
Background: Stef is born and raised in New York. She was raised by her single mother and while they were poor, Stef had a happy childhood. Her mother was an artist and while Stef didn't inherit her talent, she has always appreciated and respected the work other artists put in their creations. After turning 18 years old, Stef's mother ended up killing herself. Her death was traumatic for Stef and while she is happy today, the memories from that time still haunt her.</div>
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<br/>​</div><br/>As any other late evening, New York was still as busy as during any other hours. However, Stephanie Turner was used to it. She had lived in this metropolis for 25 years and for her, the loud noises of different vehicles and people didn't bother her. For her, it was music to her ear and as she walked up the street towards her favorite bar in SoHo, the sound made her feel calm and she was smiling softly as the warm Summer wind hit her skin.<br/><br/>The bar Stef was visiting was a small bar called The Ear Inn. This old pub has always been a gathering place for Stef and her friends before they head out to party. But tonight, Stef wasn't intending to waste her time dancing for hours. In fact, she really shouldn't be here. Her wallet only contained 20 dollars, which was what she had left for the rest of the month.<br/><br/>Anyone else would in this situation act reasonable, or at least not waste their money on alcohol. But Stef was optimistic. She had gone through worse and while she may end up with zero dollars at the end of the night, she knew she could turn it around. At the moment, she had three part times job that she was rotating with. While the payment was awful, she had a way to charm her bosses and sometimes even receive an earlier payment than what has been decided.<br/><br/>Soon, Stef reached the entrance to The Ear Inn. She opened the door and as soon as she entered, she heard familiar voices. "Stef! We are here!" A short, redhead woman was waving her hands from a table. Together with her, a man with a very extraordinary looking hat and a beard was sitting next to her. "Hi, Ann and Jack." Stef greeted them in a cheerful tone. But before she joined them, she gestured that she wanted to order something from the bar.<br/><br/>The bar was packed, which wasn't uncommon during this time of the day. The three bartenders behind the counter were moving back and forth, taking orders as they also mixed drinks and poured beer. Stef waited for 10 minutes before one of them noticed her.<br/><br/>"A beer, please." She said and while she waited for the bartender to fix it, she pulled out her wallet from her purse and picked out as much she had to pay for her beverage. After she received her chain, Stef quickly turned around, with her beer in her hand and accidentally, she stumbled into someone.<br/><br/>"Oh, I'm sorry..." But the accident was already done. Some of her beer had dripped out from her glass and had splashed onto the person's pants and shoes. Stef almost dropped her jaw. "Oh no! This wasn't supposed to happen." She said loudly and looked at the man she had accidentally bumped into. "I'm so sorry. Are you alright?" She asked him and looked up at his face.<br/><br/>The man in front of her was tall, had dark hair and while he was handsome, he had a certain demeanor that made her feel a bit uncertain. "Sir..." She didn't know why she had called him that, but she wanted to assure he was alright and if there was something she could do about it.