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Stephanie is a mentally unstable wench who currently believes hockey sticks make formidable weapons. She lives in a house in a small city who's main high school can't seem to get their budget priorities straight, explaining the absence of both nurses and staples.She believes that eggplants are a holy vegetable, and henceforth should not be eaten at all, lest the all-mighty Aubergine Gods smite with the force of a disgruntled, twelve year old donkey with a hernia.
Stephanie hates daylight with a passion, and only ventures out into the godforsaken world of sun when her writing and drawing supplies run low. She skulks about most often during twilight, when the wolves howl and your whip-wielding granny practically inhales her brandy store. When creeping about, she has been known to carry a shortened hockey stick (for Stephanie isn't very tall) and a half-full bottle of Molsen Canadian. She raids CD stores every so often, dousing cardboard stand-ups of anyone with the beer and setting them aflame. If you see a pillar of smoke coming from downtown and hear fading cackles of glee, that is her.
Stephanie enjoys any form of the fine arts, prodding unconscious (or not) animals and people with sharp sticks, and running around screaming "NAKED TORSOES!!!" when the mood strikes her.
If she is seen in your area, distract her with a ferret and manga. Also, keep a good eye on your wallet, since Stephanie is a part-time pickpocket in addition to being a megalomaniac.
Note: If you are interested in joining her for a nightly raid on a CD store's stand-ups and/or a session in eggplant cult worship, drop her a note and she'll see if she can do anything that doesn't involve having you redecorate your living quarters with a torch.
That is all.
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