Character Format/Creation

[Kat]

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Name: (First and Last please)
Age:
Appearance:
Orientation: (Straight, Gay, Bisexual, Lesbian)
Gender:
Personality:
History: (Include reason why in the Asylum)
Current Placement: (Patient, Nurse, Volunteer, Visiting Family Member, etc.)
Obsessions: (If any)
Other:

[Moon]

Name: Astrid Clancy

Age: 15

Appearance:





Astrid has neat, stick-straight auburn hair that reaches her midriff. Her bubblegum pink lips are usually not seen in a smile nor in a frown, as she usually has a neutral or faraway expression on her face. Cinnamon brown freckles seem to blend in with her face and are hard to spot. In the empty spaces between her freckles, a pallid complexion lays there. Her eyes are reminiscent of cherry wood, in terms of color and hardness.

Orientation: Straight

Gender: Female

Personality/History: When Astrid was little, she was normal. She had one brother and both her parents, and she was content. A little rambunctious, she loved to play house with her younger brother and do gymnastics. She lived in a very small town, where everyone knew each other, and the biggest event of the year was the annual Porkpie Day Carnival.

When Astrid was eight, she went to the carnival with her mom, dad, and then five year old brother. Her parents decided that because she was very well behaved, that she could explore the carnival on her own, so she took her little brother by the hand. Unfortunately, none of the Clancys knew that a mass murderer/ pedophiele had broken out of jail, and was at the carnival. When Astrid was just about to climb the ferris wheel, she heard screaming, and within all the chaos that ensued, lost her brother. She then turned to run and hide in the nearest ride, the carousel. After a while, she got out and saw that nearly everyone was dead except for the murderer and a few other people who were hidden. He grabbed her and almost hurt her, but what happened next was what changed everything for her.

She closed her eyes and would later go on to say that she saw herself float out of her body and that her body was the one who stabbed the man with a fake sword, not Astrid. The police had arrived at the scene just as he had grabbed her saw her, and according to the official police reports, Astrid had gotten a feral look in her eyes and had taken the guy's machete to brutally stab him until he was full of 64 holes. Yet, this is not how Astrid remembered it. She insisted that she was innocent, and that her body was somehow was able to do things without her consent.

After she had been interviewed and all the dead bodies had been accounted for, she was sent to live with her older cousin, because her parents certainly didn't want her anymore. Later, she was sent to live with her great aunt, then her other aunts and uncles, but no one wanted to keep Lidia's and Jason's crazy daughter who said that her body sometimes didn't want to listen to her. Eventually, all her relatives got fed up with her, and they sent her to the asylum.

This changed Astrid heavily. The once playful little girl morphed into a more solemn girl who now often stares out into space and has a hard time controlling her temper. She hates the fact that no one believes her when she says that it isn't her that those all those things to other people. She says that she must have a doppelganger because she says that she feels herself float out of her body and someone else takes over. When she isn't angry, however, she can be nice enough to make friends with others. One problem, though, is that not everyone likes being friends with someone who is eerily quiet at times. However, she does have a bit of a maternal side, especially when it comes to the younger patients here. The doctors say that it is because that is the start of the natural healing process, but that's not the case. Astrid feels guilty that she didn't look for her brother in the frenzy that started before she decided to hide, so she feels that she needs to watch out for the younger kids.

Current Placement: Patient

Obsessions: none

Other: She has been diagnosed as having Depersonalization disorder, and depending on the doctor, Bipolar disorder. Astrid insists that she doesn't have either one, and says that she has a doppelganger who fills in her place when she does an astral projection.

[[deleted user]]

Name: Matthew Sebastian Arriguetti

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Personality:Matthew can be seen as very brash and manipulative towards others when he wants his way, though he is a kind hearted being. He’s also cocky and not the first to lend a helping hand when an intense situation has risen. He is reserved and tends to stay away from people he doesn’t know to the best of his ability. He really does try to be sociable, but he’d prefer to stay in his shell.

Orientation Bisexual

Appearance:[image error]
Matthew stands at five foot ten and weighs one hundred forty-seven pounds. His skin is a creamy caramel and his green eyes stand out tremendously from any other feature he holds bringing out the essence of his skin. His hair frequently shows different variations because he is much too lazy to comb it out to perfection. Matt is seen as lean with perfect toned muscles

History: It's been nearly five years since he has witnessed his sisters rape, and he's felt helpless since he didn't do much to stop it. Not only does the experience haunt him, but so does the grotesque murder of his father. Seeing a rape traumatized Matthew more than needed, but how much more taking the life of a close family member and not being able to feel the remorse?

After being released from the hospital for the deliberate attempts to hurt himself, Matthew was sent to St. Peters. You see, the boy always wasn’t a bad kid. He wasn’t always getting into trouble or hanging around with the wrong kids. He wasn’t always perceived as a crack head by others or seen as a hoodlum with no home training. It was never like that. Just after that one incident, Matt’s life when tumbling downhill.

His father never gave a crap about Matt. He wouldn’t care if the boy came home late high or drunk. His father wouldn’t care if his only son were commit suicide by jumping off a bridge. He wouldn’t care if he were kidnapped and held at ransom. Matthew’s presence never bothered his father. In fact, the boy was a ghost to him and over the years, the gaping hole of love in Matt’s heart grew worse. It was filled with rage and anger. The only way to relieve the hostility was to put and end to the cause-and that’s exactly what he did. After that he was infatuated with the thought of death and he felt like a God.
Four years later, he was released seeing he has progressed mentally. He’s been a volunteer for eight months now and he’s about to go into his first year.


Current Placement: Volunteer

Obsessions: The thoughts of killing one with his bare hands. Bludgeoning the person to death has been his fire for living, but the feeling has subsided and eventually died out.

Other: Another alias he goes by is Matt. He also smokes outside while he thinks no one is watching.

[Maggie]

name: Jill Highton (but she refers to herself as "Yellow")

age: 7

appearance: Yellow is small for her age. With big blue eyes and curly blonde hair, her unassuming figure can sometimes seem out of place in the Asylum. Her quiet voice is usually overlooked, but can carry gravity if anyone cared enough to listen. Before being admitted into the Asylum, Yellow enjoyed wearing knee-high socks and a certain purple bow (which she still has in her cell). Meek and calm, her eyes seem to mesmerize those who look into them, their cute blue little-girlness charming many people.

orientation: Straight, but not really old enough to explore other possibilities.

gender: female

personality/history: Yellow had a normal childhood. If you count countless therapists, counsellors, and special schools as normal. Yellow always refers to herself on the third person.

Yellow is usually quiet, yet uses her near invisibility to observe everything. She is perceptive and quietly takes note of everything around her. She's always known she was strange, yet doesn't think she belongs in the Asylum. Given the attitude of the men sent to investigate her, she narrowed her eyes and stared pointedly as she was taken away. Sometime soon, she hopes to use some of what she's gained to escape.

Other than referring to herself in the third person, Yellow can lapse into strange, zoning silences, unexplained and just plain creepy.

current placement: patient (low security)

other: No one knows why she calls herself Yellow. If someone were to become close to her, closer than her parents, then maybe they might learn why.

[sandstorm22]

Name: Katie Simmons

Age: 18

Appearance: SHe has long, dark brown hair that covers over her face. Her eyes are more of a bownish green. He skin is tan from playing volleyball.
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Orientation: Bisexual

Gender: F

Personality: She is very interactive.She just never had any friends.Katie was a bit of an odd kid. HE family just never new wat it was.

History: She loves to be outside and hang out with her family. She never liked to be alone though. But, she could never make friends.Her only friend was her baby sister. Since she saw the death of her baby sister.She hasn't been the same and is trying to help out at the an asylum. Her mother was sent there for making her kids trying to work at jobs and to try and kill them for being too loud or not enoguh with helping around their house.



Current Placement: Volenteering
Obsessions: None

Other:

[Carly]

Name: Alec Xavier Reynolds
Age: 19
Appearance: [image error]
Orientation: Straight
Gender: Male
Personality: Considering he suffers from severe multiple personality disorder, it can change at any time. Before he was put in the asylum, he was an alright person. He didn't go out of his way to help people, but he wasn't heartless. Until the second personality started revealing itself, that is. He would go from being very laid back to angry and spiteful. Something depressed him severely and other times enraged him to the point of harm. 
History: Alec's disorder caused him to spiral into bouts of depression and anger. He started cutting himself, drinking, pushing himself closer, as others might have. He tried killing himself several times, more than he'd let anyone know about. The failures enraged him. The one time he'd nearly done the deed, his friend had decided to pay a surprise visit, only to save him just in time. Instead of thanks, his friend received a beating so brutal he ended up in the hospital. The physical violence toward others ended him here, as well as the suicide. 
Current Placement: Patient
Obsessions: Other than his numerous attempts at offing himself? Well, he likes to wander. It's a bit obsessive for him, but at least once a week, usually on a tuesday, he goes to the graveyard and sits by the headstone of a stranger. 
Other: 

[Carly]

Name:  Alice Beatrice Reynolds
Age: 21
Appearance: [image error]
Orientation: Straight
Gender: Female
Personality: Alice was always the shy, quiet older sister. She tried for a long time to be her usual innocent self, and not see the signs of her brother, Alec's, slow deterioration. When the suicide attempts started, the beatings followed. Even Alice fell under her brother's hits, and the fear it caused her has resulted in a long lasting distrustful manner. 
History: When her brother was admitted at fifteen, she was seventeen. Her parents were so worn physically and mentally by her abusive, insane brother that they refused to visit him. Alice was different. She forgave him, instead of avoiding she started visiting the asylum every day. She's graduated high school, and is enrolled in community college in a town close enough to the facility that she can get to the asylum every day. She comes to see her brother, and see the doctors at work. She's studying to be a psychiatric nurse. 
Current Placement: Visiting Family Member
Obsessions: Alice doesn't really have one. Other than visiting her brother every day, that is.
Other: 

[Moon]

Name: Marguerite Michele Moreaux

Age: 21

Appearance:






Despite her age, Marguerite has a look of childlike innocence. When she is scared, Mar's verdigris eyes become even larger and doe-like. Her long castaneous hair drapes down to her stomach.

Orientation: Straight

Gender: Female

Personality: The rather remarkable thing is that Marguerite is nearly as innocent as she looks. She is extremely sweet and is as shy as she is friendly. Some of the younger kids cling to her because she always has a friendly smile on her face, even if she is a bit of an introvert.

When she gets a panic attack, she usually runs off and looks for a solitary space with a lot of room.

History: Marguerite lived in an affluent area, where most people owned three cars, everyone had at least a two story house, and most owned two houses. Basically, she was a rich girl who lived in a neighborhood full of rich people.

She was wealthy enough to have her own tutor, and she was home-schooled. This lead to her graduating from high school when she was only 14. She went off to college and graduated with all her college credits, she was able to graduate at after three years.

She went to live on her own, and then the trouble started. Marguerite didn't know that she had been stalked for six years. She was kidnapped and then kept hostage in a small closet for two years.

Eventually, the huge ransom was paid, and she decided to come back home to live with her parents temporarily. She developed post traumatic stress disorder and claustrophobia. At first, her parents didn't notice anything strange or seemed to ignore. However, she had a huge panic attack, grabbed a knife and started cutting herself. That's when they decided to send her to St. Peter's asylum. She has now been here for a year.

Current Placement: Patient

Obsessions: none

Other: She has more privileges than other patients in the asylum. One reason is because her family is rather wealthy, so they decided to pay more for Marguerite. As a result of that, she has a much larger dorm than others and better menu options. She also has more privileges because she is considered a 'mild case', is usually on good behavior, and because she is much older than some of the other patients.

[Carly]

Name: Professor Greyson R. Chancing

Age: 67

Appearance:
Old and feeble, Professor Greyson has hair white as snow. His skin is papery, thin and translucent. Wrinkles map out across his well worn face, and sunken into his skull are a pair of cerulean eyes. Along his arms are bluish veins that run their way all up past his shoulders and wrap down his legs. His fingers are knobby and clubbed, usually trembling along with his hands. He normally wears what he's forced to wear in his always locked room - white shirt, white pants, white shoes. White. His life has become a blur of linoleum and florescent lighting. 

Orientation: Straight

Gender: Male

Personality: For an elderly man living in a metal hospital - especially under his conditions - he is eerily happy. He always has kind words, presented in a nerve wracking, calm monotone. The way he speaks is inviting, and always warm and welcoming. The man is unbelievably calm, and unknowingly brutal. People must always be on their toes around him, for he's ruthless. 

History: At age 24, Professor Greyson graduated Oxford University in England. He studied science; all different sorts, but anthropology and anatomy were two of his favorites. Humans were an obvious test subject for his studies. Knowing Professor Greyson, some of his colleagues knew from the start he was strange. Even as a child his obsessions with science caused him to be an outcast. 
At age 35 it began with a woman. Her name was Anita. She was a beautiful European woman, with olive skin and green eyes. She was the only woman Greyson would ever love.She was 21, significantly younger than the professor. His partners and colleagues told him she was just using him for a grade in his class, that it was lust. She was sleeping with him for a grade, they told him, but he wouldn't listen. She was the only woman that'd cared for him, shared his passion for the culture of indigenous tribes off the coasts that practiced cannibalism. To his misfortune, his colleagues were right. After he passed her, she revealed she was leaving England to elope with another professor -- his enemy. The heartbreak and rage made Greyson seek revenge. That was when it started. He murdered Anita and her lover, going so far as to cut her heart out and eat it, along with resorting to cannibalism as a ritual of love toward her. He was arrested three days later and locked away. 
His story doesn't end there, though. At age 43, after being locked away for eight years, Greyson made an escape. Over the course of a year, he hunted down a colleague who'd known about Anita's plans to elope. The cannibalistic spree resumed. Over the course of four months, he killed seven people; all linked to Anita. His crimes of passion ended him here, where he's remained for years. 

Current Placement: Patient - High Security

Obsessions: He's obsessed with two things; Anita and People. He loves watching people, and eating them. He writes letters to Anita sometimes, and requests doctors mail them to her. They all end up burned. 

Other: He needs a designated nurse to attend to him daily, seeing as he's - well - a killer. He sometimes talks to a psychiatrist. 

[Anastacia]

Name: Lilac-Michelle Hunt
Age: 9
Appearance: http://images2.wikia.nocookie.net/__c...
Orientation: shes 9 so right now n/a
Gender: female
Personality: Shy,likes to be left alone,often stareing into space or seeing things others don't,sometimes talkes to her bear,dosent really talk to other people unless she has to say something
History: (Include reason why in the Asylum) her mother was raped at age 16 and became pregnat with her and died in birth.Lilac remembers her own birth and a little bit before that. On her 7 birthday she began to see ghosts and went mad so her father brought her here to live and never visits her as far as he's conserned he has no daughter
Current Placement:Patient Low secrity
Obsessions: No one can touch her and when the nurses try she begins to scream like your beating her. She carries around a stuffed teddy bear that was her mothers no one can touch it or she runs and hides till someone can find her
Other: http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_E7ik4q_NXFA...
this is her bear

[Olivia]

Name: Kagome takshi

Age: 18

Appearance: http://www.google.ca/imgres?q=kagome+...

Orientation: straight

Gender:female

Personality: sweet loving and sentive

History: Kagome began to see ghosts when she was two. Her mother thought its was only an imagineary friend. But as Kagome got a little older her mother relized that wasent the case so she was sent to St. peters asylum and has been here ever since then
Current Placement: patient

Obsessions: ghosts

Other: her mother is a regular visitor

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis), Life's a dance, you learn as you go.]

Name: Margot Middleton

Age: Fourteen

Appeareance: Never one to smile, Margot has small parenthesis from her constant frowning around her dark pink, cherub lips. In addition to, her sad, eyes with large circles under neath them in a light lavender add age to Margot's face, making her look older than she truly is.

Over the years, the only thing that Margot had taken time to care for was her hair.This stopped shortly after she arrived at St. Peter's. What used to be silky waves of dark brown and honey colored small strands has turned to a rat's nest of unruly curls that always find a way to fall into her mystical eyes of dark chocolate with a ring of bright emerald green around the black, large, endless pupils.

What used to be a muscular and lean body has turned to a sickly thin body. Margot no longer has the delight of using a tennis racket, or baseball bat, and doesn't have the knack for basketball, or other- safer- sports. Now the only excersise she gets is walking around the asylum, her little plastic doll in hand, out of the way of the sun because it will drain the color from her doll's skin, hair, and eyes. Now no sun has taken a toll on Margot's skin as well. Now instead of skin that's smooth and always kissed by the sun, Margot has sickly pale skin with hardly any soft texture.

Planning your death with pleasure...


Do you really want to be on my bad side?

Orientation: Straight

Gender: Female

Personality: Margot is always unsure of her decisions, not able to trust herself, she turns to Dolly Miss Molly. Dolly Miss Molly has made Margot's decisions for her since she was three.

If you first looked at Margot, you would think that she were cursed with a disease like ADHD or even Terets(?). She is always twitching, moving, and flitting around like a cheetah after drinking a whole six pack of monsters in under twenty minutes. But that is not the case. Doctors believe that she is this fidgety because she is always nervous, and surrounded by people she doesn't trust. Margot has been told, and believes that it is because she alwasy wants her hands on a weapon, or around someone's throat.

History: Raised by a rich family, Margot had always been adourned with expensive toys and jewelry, and never wore anything lower than fifty dollars. But Margot never cared about any of that. All she ever cared about was her Dolly Miss Molly doll. It had been a gift from her parents when she was just a child.

Dolly Miss Molly and Margot were immediately never seperated. Ever. If anyone tried, Margot would throw a fit. Scream and kick and cry when she was too young to speak until she got her doll back. When she could speak, she would threaten people, their lives, and even her life. Scaring her parents into giving her doll back.

Margot never made decisions for herslef. Dolly Miss Molly always told her what was going aorund, and what was best for her. Dolly Miss Molly told her about the things her parents wouldn't. Like when she told her that Santa Clause was really her parents, and the Tooth Fairy. She also knew about her parents' bribe to one of her teachers so she could pass.

At first, Margot brushed these off. Her parents were just looking out for her. But Dolly Miss Molly told her thaat they were lying to her, and that they had to be punished. Margot immeditaely beleived Dolly Miss Molly, and listened to her instructions so that her parents could be punished for lying to her.

Just like she was told, Margot snuck downstairs and got the knife out of the kitchen, and the hammer out of the garage. After that she snuck back upstairs, and into her parents rooom, where she used the utensils for the worst way possible. Her little sister, May was sleeping with her parents that night after having a nightmare. Dolly Miss Molly told Margot to spare her, and wake her up, then get her out of the bed. May witnessed her parents' murder, and was sent to a seperate asylum after she called the police, and they arrived, and took teh bodies away.

That was when Margot was eight. She's been at St. Peter's ever since.

Current Placement: Patient

Obsessions: Her Dolly Miss Molly Doll, who talks to her, and makes all her decisions for her. She cannot be without her, and panics if she ever is away from her.

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DECEASED

[Anastacia]

Name: Maya Clover
Age: 7
Appearance: http://www.photochart.com/data/media/...
Orientation: as far a she knows straight
Gender: female
Personality: Shy,scared,quiet,withdrawn,likes to be alone unless she likes you
History: Maya was a normal child until about the age of three when she began to stop talking. Her parents became worried and bought her lots of stuff but she became attached to a small stuffed kitten who she named Rosie. ((https://www.goodforthekids.com/item_i...)) Slowly she began to talk again. At age 5 she would hit her parents if the touched her toy. They took her to multiple doctors who told them she had schizophrenia and it was the cat telling her what to do. So Mayas parents tried to take it away from her only to have her throw a tantrum. She began to threaten her parents saying things like "Rosie's going to kill you" and "Rosie hates you". Mayas parens began to worry finally they found St. Peters Asylum. Maya has been here for a year.
Current Placement: Patient
Obsessions: She has to keep Rosie with her and if Rosie is gone they Maya just stops talking, moving and almost everything but breathing. Her hair must be in a ponytail becuase it bothers her having it in her face
Other: Her mother visits her often but her father stays away for fear of causing her to get worse

[Kayla]

Name: Miley Lynn Ross

Age: 6

Appearance: She has nice tan skin, dazzling blue eyes , and curly light brown hair. She is 3, 2” and she weighs only 54 pounds.

Orientation: Straight.

Personality: Miley likes to be called Miley and Miley only. She hates when people nickname her, or calls her by otherwise. She is much of an introvert, disliking anybody who tries to talk to her. She is capable of speaking, yet she chooses not to. She literally hasn’t said a word since she was 4 years old. Instead she writes down her thoughts and memories in a journal. Unlike most people, she doesn’t mind when people read her journal. In fact, in her mind that is the only way people will ever be able to talk to and understand her. She does be normal sometimes. She likes to play with toys and she smiles a lot, she only closes herself off when people ask her to speak. Nobody knows why she doesn’t like talking to anybody, except the people who bother to look in her journal. When she gets angry she REALLY gets angry. She will kick and scream and scratch and bite anyone who happens to be close to her. Not much really ticks her off though, except being told what to do. She absolutely HATES it when people tell her what to do.

History: Miley grew up in a poor state. She has always lived her life homeless. Always. Her father died when she was 3, and her mom didn’t work, nor go to college. So it has been just Miley and her mother sleeping in her car and begging people for change all her life. One day Miley’s mom got a cold, and since she gave up all of her coats to keep Miley warm, she died of frostbite. After a while of walking around town a family started asking Miley questions. Miley had already chosen not to speak anymore at that time, plus she didn’t have any of the answers. The family was concerned for Miley and brought the young girl here, to the Asylum.

Current Placement: Patient

Obsessions: Writing in her journal. Organization:

Making sure everything is exactly the way she wants it to be.

Other: Nobody knows anything about Miley except for a few volunteers, because Miley refuses to say anything.

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis), Life's a dance, you learn as you go.]

Name: Peter Robert Parker

Age: Sixteen
DOB- March 11th

Appearance: It's a shame that Peter's homosexual, for he's quote a looker. Everything about him is sturdy-looking, firm, and well, intriguing.

Tall and lean yet also limber, Peter towers over many at a staggering 5"11. His rippling arms plus strong, square, kissable jaw thrown in with his height makes Peter look like the kind of person to randomly jump into a fight and win.

Even with his lighter complexion, Peter can manage too look dark and brooding. Dark, endless blue eyes are almost always clouded by thoughts and tendrils of light blonde hair from his signature frohawk. If those bright blue eyes are dark and nearly covered by knitted eyebrows, then his full, seashell pink lips are most likely placed together in a "thinking pout" or frown. A look that would give the "Thinker" statue a run for his money.

Peter doesn't look like the other patients. He works too hard to look normal, look happy. But sometimes if you're looking closely enough, you might notice a slight quiver in the lip, or catch a sudden flash of pain and longing in his eyes that goes as quickly as it comes.

Tied together with a smile


Taking in all the pain...

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Gender: Male
Orientation- Gay

Personality: Peter wants nothing more than to leave St. Peter's Asylum. Here, he's surrounded by depressed people with tragedy around every corner. And he feels trapped. A caged animal trapped in a place with no happiness.

A lot of people say that Peter tries too hard to escape. When his is healed, he will be released. No sooner, though Gid knows Peter tries with all his might to leave. He can't take being surrounded by so many sad people, he sucks up their sad energy, and it drags him down. But Peter's an actor, he can pull a brave face together, and seem happy.

There have been days, many in a row, sometimes a whole week where Peter truly is happy. He can forget, it's quite possible, he just needs something to always be happy about. There have been times where release has been considered for Peter, but then something comes up and the consideration is either forgotten or simply revoked. It seems as though Peter is destined to stay at St. Peter's, much to his dismay.

On his bright and good days, petients swarm around Peter to hear his rich laugh, to bask in the warmth of his smile. Peter is quick to make a joke, eager to make someone smile, and possibly even laugh? He's well known around St. Peter's and well liked. A successful people pleaser.

[WARNING- History contains extremely vulgar language and suggestive dialogue]
History: It wasn't very long before Peter realized he was gay. It was probably around twelve, a confusing age, especially for Peter. Of course, why else would Peter suddenly notice how beautiful his friends' eyes were, or how plush their lips looked?

He thought his life as abnormal before Peter realized his orientation. His parents divorced (what a terrible word- why couldn't it be forbidden?), just on the brink of the bloody custody war that always took place with divorces. Not that Peter really liked either of them. His mother was a constant drunk, but concealed it well. About as well as Peter conceals the bruises he receives from her. And his father? Peter hates him, and believes he always will. His father has scarred him in horrible ways. RP will reveal more details about his father's abuse.

Still, Peter was friendly, amiable. He tried so hard to be normal. Too hard, really. No matter how hard you try, you can't be someone you're not.

The day that Peter Parker realized he was gay was the same day- moment, really- that everyone else around him did. One of his dear friends had been speaking. His friend was so beautiful, Peter couldn't stop himself. Before he even realized it, he was kissing his friend. As you can imagine, this ended well.

People had shrieked, and his buddy had wrenched away from him, screaming something about how nasty queer tasted as he ran to the bathroom. Others at the table picked up right where Stanley had left off as far as insults went. Things like, 'You know how gross that is? You f*cking homo bastard,' or 'I'm getting my gym class changed. I wouldn't feel safe to turn around with him in there.' Many more, many worse insults and names were thrown at Peter, who was fighting tears. He ran into the bathroom in hysterics.

Stanley was still in there, washing out his mouth, soap and all. He turned in Peter, rage flooding through all of his senses. Stanley's father, to Peter's luck, was the biggest hater of gays in their small town. Forgetting that Peter was his friend, stanekt cornered Peter, and as Stanely's father would put it, "gave that ugly cocksucker a beating he'd never forget". He never did.

Peter soon saw himself as a freak of nature. You didn't like people you shared a locker room with! But Peter did, and his classmates let him know that they wanted nothing more to do with him. So, on that extremely cold November day, Peter became a homosexual, a homophobe, a depressant, an "emo", and patient at St. Peter's mental Asylum. Though the "emo" and "phsycho" but happened after school, when he cut his wrists for the first time with his mother's razor, and struck a vein.

Current Placement: Patient------- Low Security

Obsessions: Peter loves to write, it's his passion. Poems, especially. He's not that bad, either. Peter always has a own and notebook by him, for whenever inspiration hits.

Other: Petet gets no visitors. He's thought of it as no one wants to see a weird queer boy. Unless he's in the circus.

CHRACTED DEAD DUE TO SUICIDE.

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis), Life's a dance, you learn as you go.]

Name: Domonic Michael Taylore (named after the famous singer, Michael Buble)

Age: Sixteen
DOB* March eleventh

Gender: Male
Orientation* Straight

Appearance: Covering half of his round face are curly dark brown bangs. His thick hair is always slighlty off, never quite the way he would like it to be, but close. He likes it as even as it will go, with slight curls at the soft ends.

Always shinging with whatever emotin he is feeling, Domonic's eyes are a bright silvery gray.With such a contradiction against his peach-colored skin and darker brown curls, his gray eyes tend to stand out, the big emphazise on his prominant, boyish features.

Domonic gets a fairly decent amount of exercise from running around the asylum to help out his nurse friends or is on duty with a patient. He never leaves the asylum, though, it seems, and so that's the only kind of exercise the young boy gets. If he's had a slow day and has a break, he'll walk down to the peach tree, the park, or around the graveyard and back, but his days are udually busy and so he likes to sleep rather than exercise.

His rare glare of frsuteration and stress




Hahaha, come at me, bro!


Bright and cheery, as always

Personality: Domonic is a gentle, sweet soul with a seemingly unlimited amount of patience. He is like a magician, able to pull patience out of thin air like a magician can pull rabbits out of his hat of tricks.

You can always see a great big toothy grin painted across his lips. He loves helping those out at St. Peter's. Seeing patients being cured and released always gives Dopmonic a warm feeling of pride and accomplishment. To him, it's all about making the patients happy.

Wanting to be a nurse for a few years now, Domonic has mastered a way to mask his worry and control his temper, so he always looks happy around the patients, which isn't a hard struggle for him. But for when times get hard, Domonic will hum a song that makes him happy and boom, he's back to his normal, cheerful and pleasant self.

Since the death of his beloved patient, Domonic has become less and less cheerful. For the most part, he's still the same guy, but there are times when someone will say something or do something that will remind Domonic of Cadenza. At those times he has a wistful, far away look on his face. Domonic has more serious times than he did before.

History: The signs first started when Domonic was six. His skin suddenly bruised too easily. Instead of coming home from school, a bundle of excited energy, Domonic lugged around, only lasting about five minutes before he would pass out until dinner time and stil be exausted enough for sleep for six hours straight that night, every night. And when he brushed his teeth, blood would flow heavily from the gums.

Concerned for their son, Amelia and Brian Taylor sent their son to a doctor, where he sprang the word of Death onto them after doing some tests on Domonic. Leaukemia.

Domonic's white blood cells were not producing properly. They were being produced infected and deformed, unable to do their job. The disease had been caught at an early stage, thank God, but Domonic would still have to be hospitalized with chemotherapy. He lost his hair and some of his spirit, all in vain. The chemo did not work. One of his two other siblings had to volenteer for a bone marrow transplant, as his parents were unelligable.

It was his little sister who had offered at the small and measly age of five. Her parents worried, for she was so small, but her marrow was too pure to be passed up. The painful procedure of the transplant was preform, and a few weeks later, Domonic showed improvement. Within a ouple months, Domonic was cured.

The disease has not passed over to Domonic a second time, and he has been healthy since then. After his cure, Domonic remembered how nice the nurses had been to him, cheering him up whenever he lost hope. Domonic knew that he wanted to help others as he had been helped. He started his training at St. Peter's almost immediatly after his release from Cancer. When Cadenza arrived, Domonic was the only one close to her age, so the spider-webby haired girl became his personal and by far faovrite patient.

Current Placement: Nurse

Obsessions: None.

Other: Domonic has gotten himself a dorm at St. Peter's so he can be closer to his patient at all times, if she ever comes to need him in the middle of the night.

The song that Domonic hums, and sometimes sings is a rather old dsong, a favored one of his parents. They used to sing it to him when they came to visist him to the hospital. It would always calm him and put him to ease. Sometimes, it was the only thing that would get him to sleep.

Song link-
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=luZGma...

Relationships:

*Cadenza- Domonic's former patient. He had to always enter her room symmetrically, but he didn't really mind. He'd grown very fond of the fair-haired patient, and always went out of his way to please her. A sort of attraction budded between them when he was first assigned to her, and a relationship more than nurse-patient developed. Sadly, Cadenza died in the fire, and Domonic's heart shattered after he discovered that the girl he loved had been dead. He hasn't exactly been the same ever since.

[Demi ✿The Caster Girl ✿]

Name: Serenity McCall

Age: 7

Appearance: Gentle, straight, blonde hair that reaches almost to the endo of her back. Her eyes are bright blue. Wide and innocent. Her skin is pale, and her legs are long for a 7 year old. She has some freckles around her nose too. Overall an adorable little girl.

Orientation: Straight as far as she knows.

Gender: female

Personality: Serenity demands to be noticed by others as important. She needs attention and recognition. Her old living situation situation was leaving her feeling unnoticed, so she wouldn’t let anyone get close to her. Bitter from never having any attention from her mother, she decided to stop trying anymore. She made a deal with herself to just keep her past a secret from anyone and everyone. And she does just that very well. You see, she is able to make others like her, because she is beautiful and friendly. She can have an over-active imagination, which leads her to fantasize and daydream a lot more than the average kid. She is easily impressed by unique and “one of a kind” things. Her secret? She takes the characteristics she likes in other people and applies it to herself so she comes across as an average seven year old.

History: When Serenity was 6 years old her father died in a car accident, and she has always been a total daddy’s girl. She liked to receive compliments often and get hugs from him and be able to share her feelings with him 24/7. When he died she was heartbroken. She believes that she really tried her hardest to make it the same with her mom, but it didn’t work. Her mom blocked herself out from everyone, locking her own feelings up from even her daughter. Serenity got annoyed. Later Serenity claimed she could hear her father whisper things into her mind, almost as if he was right beside her. When she tried to tell her mom, she freaked out and demanded never for Serenity to mention it again. Also, she sent Serenity to the school counselor. When she told the counselor, she sent her here. To the Asylum. Serenity decided it best if she just keep her mouth shut from here on out about her dad.

Current Placement: Patient

Obsessions: Serenity has to constantly be moving something on her body. Whether it’s her finger or her foot, she doesn’t care, as long as it’s in constant motion.

Other: She has a minor case of bipolar disorder, and she has Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder

[John]

Name • London Toby

Age • 18

Appearance •


London takes to his mother and appears far more Korean than English. He does, however, have brownish hair which closely resembles that of his father. He is always wearing sweaters, even in the summer.

Many wouldn't guess he was eighteen -- he looks very young, perhaps not older than sixteen. But if you were to express this to him, he would take it as a grave insult.

He has had braces since he was fourteen because of his awful teeth. But you wouldn't know it -- he rarely even opens his mouth.

Orientation • He doesn't feel like he deserves someone, so he's never stopped to consider it. He has, however, noticed that he finds men attractive.

Gender • Male

Personality/History • At first, it was just harmless self depreciating. Everyone does it -- they talk lowly about themselves and hope to be reassured by others or as not to seem arrogant. And London's mother and father, Thalia Kim and Richard Toby, were perfectly happy to dismiss it as such. Even though they were seeing this behavior in an eight year old.

It got gradually worse over the years, of course, and London was eventually just diagnosed as being moderately depressive. Nothing to worry about. Just give him some pills and maybe a therapist and he'll be fine.

And London was, relatively, fine, for a long time. Then, when London was fifteen, Richard decided to teach his son how to drive. London picked it up as a pro and was ready to have a license within a month. So Richard saw no harm in letting his son drive the car to the store, just once, on a snowy day.

London hit ice, lost control of the brakes and crashed into another car. He killed a single mother and her eight month year old child. Because of London's age, the ice and the fact that the woman had no family he didn't have to go to court. It was just ruled out as another horrific accident.

Richard and Thalia got London a private tutor so he didn't have to face his peers at school. He spent his days locked up in his room, usually trying to block out the screaming of the mother and her baby that was constantly replaying itself in his head. Just that month alone he attempted suicide at least twelve times, which were all covered up by Richard and Thalia who believed that their son would just "snap out of it" eventually.

He didn't. It came to the point where London could literally not have any sharp object in his vicinity. He was put in a room without any windows, having threw himself out of the one in his own room. Glass was a no, as well. However, it was when London tried to dig out his eye with a spoon that Richard and Thalia finally decided he needed professional help. They sent him to St. Peter's.

They don't visit.

As expected, London is quite the Eeyore. That is, if you could get him to say something he would be. London will acknowledge you speaking to him, stare right at you and even nod along every once and a while, but in case it's life or death (or he just really likes you) he won't vocally respond. If, on a rare occasion, he does, expect it to be an apology of some sort.

Ever since being sent to St. Peter's London has mellowed out. He no longer constantly attempts suicide. But his thoughts are still constantly on it, so he's not exactly getting better. His parents not visiting him has only increased his depression, to the point where it's becoming unbearable for him to sit in a room with only himself for hours at a time. However, the delusions of the woman he killed are beginning to fade -- and the doctors call that progress.

Current Placement • Patient, medium security.

Obsessions • Suicide. He will, in his head, make a list of all of the ways he can kill himself using items in a room he's in. If it's an awful day, he may quietly rattle off these ways to anyone sharing said room with him at the time.

Other • Music calms down his suicidal thoughts, if only a little. Particularly music with vocals and piano.

[Susana]

Name:Dementia Young
DOB 1-17-1996
Age 15
Appearance Small for her age,she wears long clothes that cover everything part of her body, Her hair long and a flaming red color and her eyes the color of the sky.
Orientation: she had one growing up being there for her younger sister but when her sister was killed everything that she wanted died with her sister
Gender: Female
Personality/History She was a quiet kid who never really talked unless ask too, she was sweet when her friend was in need, But that all changed when her single mother left her and her younger sister with her father that she didn't even know existed, during the months that her and her younger sister lived with their"father" they were sexual verbal abused and sold many times for drugs, One evening Dementia didn't find her three year old sister, when she searched for her she never found her, that night she brutally attack her father with a metal bat slamming over and over again till he's face was so disfigured that the police didnt know who he was. She enter the hospital calling her little sister and once in awhile she'll attack a guard or her roommate and beat them to death crying and calling her little sister name
Current Placement • Patient, medium security.
obsession: Her obsession is cuddling items so close to her saying to it" it'll be okay ruby im here no one will hurt you"
Other: the only thing that will stop her from killing people and screaming for her sister is talking pictures with a camera

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis), Life's a dance, you learn as you go.]

Name: Cleo Alexandria Rizzo

Age: 16
*DOB Novbember 12th

Gender: Female
*Orientation: Straight

Appearance: Bold and beautiful with a stride of false confidence and thick aura of spunk. Cleo does not want to give off the inpression of a little, frightened girl when so many men seem to turn their heads when she walks by.

Lightly framing Cleo's slightly colored face are recenblack curls that end at her bust in shiny ringlets. Cleo never puts up her hair, but instead always allows it to hang down around her face to give her chocolate brown eyes heavily surrounded by long, thick lashes even more emphasize and a sense of mystery. Not to mention letting a thick curtain of hair down between two people is a great way to avoid conversation.

Cleo's lips are never aided with cosmetics like chapstick and lipstain. They don't really need it. Her full, colorful lips are annoyingly perfect every day. She hardly ever bites them, and the simple water she drinks seems to be enough to keep them smooth.

At an average height of about 5'6, Cleo has been cursed with the uncanny ability to always seem to find a place to sit or stand amongst people who are above average tall, most of them being boys. This usually results in teeth gringing and a size up in her clothes to hide her curvy body. People always tell her she has all the right curves in all the right places but sometimes Cleo just wants to stay covered beccause she hates some of the looks that passing patients give her, they make her uncomfortable.

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Pink, for Abigail

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Another memory come back to haunt her...


Personality: Before St. Peter's,Cleo was a smart, funny, indearing young lady who almost certainly had a bright future in the arts. A sweet and likeable human being with many friends who she loved dearly.

Now Cleo wants nothing to do with love or the world. What she loves seems to be violently ripped away from her.

Instead of funny and indearing, Cleo has become cold and snarky. She can turn anything into a sarcastic joke with bitter, biting comments. Cleo belives there's no happiness for her. After all, her heart and soul has been split in half, and one half has run away.

But Cleo surely can't be the only one to suffer, definately not. Cleo has started to take a sick joy in toying with other's emotions, then dropping them like a hot potatoe. Men seem to be the easy target,and watching her hopelessly lead them on is very similar to watching a cat play with its prey before killing it off.

Yet even Cleo has her moments of unsurity, hesitance. Sometimes just like any other girl she's lost and doesn't know what to do. She's usualy sefconcious, but smart enough to hide her uncertainty.You can't entirely blame the girl. She's been hurt and has suffered much in the past. The universe has burned horrible memories into her head that she wishes she could wash away forever. She yearns to be cleansed from her past, but her past firmly stays with her, and she lashes out at the world because of it.

History: Living in L.A. was great for Cleo. She had the sun, the sand, and she had Abigail. The two girls met in an AP art class their school offered. Being the only middle schoolers in the class, the two girls latched onto each other quickly and became insperable within a few weeks.

A few years passed, and now at fourteen rather than twelve, Cleo and Abigail did everything together. They shopped for clothes- because after all the trading and borrowing no one knew who's had been who's to begin with spent weeknights together, and were even making plans for college together, as they would both be graduating ealry in a couple of years because of the scholarships their artwork had ensured. The best friends would happily be together forever. Sadly, neither girls remembered that forever never truly lasts for forever.

Just before school was ending for the fourteen-year-olds, Abigail didn't seem right. She never felt well, and one day found an unsual lump on her right breast. The two families brought in thier daughters- Cleo and Abigail refused to be apart in case it was something serious-, both unhappy and worried. Everyone cried when the results came back; one of thier daughters had stage 2 breast cancer. And it was growing quicky.

That summer, the girls stayed in the house, hardly ever going out. Cleo spent the whole summer at Abigail's. She refused to leave her side. Cleo was there to everything. When chemo became necessary, Cleo helped Abigail's mother with the treatments-sometimes it would be Cleo's mother if Marissa had to work. When the first strands of of caramel blonde hair fell out, Marissa and Emily patted Abigail's shoulders while she sobbed on Cleo's shoulder.

Everyone took it hard when Abigail eventually had to be hospitalized. It tore Cleo apart to hear the words 'visiting hours'. She was restrained from being with Abigail at all times. The only upsdide was that Cleo could now have a wig made for her best friend with hair that Abigail had always envied. It was the first time Cleo had ever cut her hair above her shoulders.

Alas, nothing could stop the disease, and the doctors reluctantly agreed that Abigai's slim chance of survival meant removing Abigail's right breast. It was a bittersweet ending for the families that had become one family, but at least the battle was over. Or so they thought.

One month later, the cancer returned, now in hte left breast. The same procedures were constructed and Abigail again, lost her hair which had grown to a cute pixie-cut. But Abigail had lost too much hope and strength. After battling the disease for a year, Abigail died shortly after the removal of her left breast.

Without her best friend, Cleo was lost in the world. The world was moving on, but she was not ready to move with it. Cleo's paintings soon turned dark, at last only displaying the color of Death, the color of blood, and the color of breast cancer awareness. Her scholarship was revoked, no one wanted her work. Cleo slipped further into depression.

Writing helped slightly, but not enough to stop the dreams. Many of them were Abigail rising from the dead and seeking revenge on those who failed to save her. Some dreams were of Cleo suffering the same fate as her friend, surgery and all. Her screams are never remembered, but the dreams are. She writes the dreams down every morning, not like she can forget them in the first place.

Her mother found the notebook where everything was written down, terrified at the descriptive murder stories and dreams of people being mauled- all women- and their breasts being severed. She quickly sought out professional help for her daughter. The psychiatrist wrote it off as trying to deal with the loss of Abigail. She was given pills, how stupid of the psychatrist.

The pills didn't help Cleo's nightmares or her depression. If anything, they only made matterss worse. Driven over the edge in her crumbling world, Cleo took almost half of the bottle at once. Her parents rushed her dying body to the hosptial. After healing, she was whisked to St. Peter's where she broke down,admitting what she had an unexpalinable urge to do to women in Abigail's honor.

Current Placement: Patient-- high security

Obsessions: The color pink. Shades form delicate baby pink to striking hot pinkand everything inbetween. Every day Cleo adournes herslef in pink. Pink for breast cancer awareness, and of course, for Abigail.

Other: Cleo still loves to paint, even though her artwork remains dark and sinister.

Cleo's been here for about a year and a hlaf, almost two years. Though both her families always write to her, they are too busy moving on with new foster children to visit. She somewhat resents them for moving on and not mourning over the loss of their daugters.

[Jo]

Name: Quella Miller

Age: 15

Gender: Female.
Orientation: Straight.

Appearance:


One of those glad days...


Said something, punk?

Ah, yes. Quella is a basic ginger, with long, wavy, fiery red hair, ironically enough. Her milky white skin betrays the fact the nearly her entire back is burned. She has deep, brown eyes. Close-up observations of meeting Quella include her stuttering, a consistent fear of fire, her somewhat deformed fingers from earlier injuries and a limp.

Personality: Paranoid. Quella is a skittish and cowardly girl, reduced to stuttering. Some excuse her because of her past, but her past is one of the least traumatic of St. Peter's Asylum. She is also extremely fond of solitude, and finds a strange comfort in listening to Debussy, and Debussy only. She insists in having her food brought to her room-- and rarely gets her request. She rarely smiles, but she does in her "glad days": usually the first rain after a period of drought, after sketching something beautiful, or after being completely alone for a day.

History: Quella Miller was born in Nebraska to Corporal Francis Miller and Denisa Schmidt in Omaha, Nebraska. She lived a difficult childhood plagued by epilepsy, which caused several hallucinations to the once happy girl. After being made fun of in school, she homschooled with her equally indefense mother, whose sickness had transmitted to her daughter.

Corporal Miller was killed in Iran shortly after Mrs. Miller's birthday, which triggered her depression. She constantly neglected Quella, who meanwhile was being passed around too much, and on the eve of Quella's fourteenth birthday, set the house on fire. Mrs. Miller was incinerated. Quella nearly didn't get out, but her back had several third-grade burns and she refused to accept skin grafts at all. After she attacked an innocent bystander after he made fun of her, her foster parents tried to get her to talk. All they understood that Quella was having delusions about the fire, and claimed she attacked the citizen because she sounded like her mother."

Current Placement: Patient

Obsessions: None.

Relationships: None yet.

[Faith Noelle, The comands we give are always followed by orders. :)]

Name: Jessica Chance
Age: 15

Appearance:

Orientation: Straight

Gender: Female

Personality: Jessica’s personality has changed over the years. She used to be funny outgoing loving, that all changes now she is very quiet and doesn’t talk much.

History: Jessica Chance was born 1996 May 13th in Brain Ohio to the parents of Lauren and Zach Chance. Jessica is their only child so they will go to the ends of the earth for her that’s how much they care. Jessica was prefect in their words she had all A’s a loving boyfriend Taylor Johnson who also would do anything for her to see her smile. Jessica loved school, loved her life everything was fine until she started using Meth. That’s when Jessica’s grades went from A’s to F’s Taylor left her and her parents stopped trusting her. She didn’t care anymore; all she cared about was how she is going to come up with enough money to get her next fix aka high. On the day of January 18th 1997 she will regret ever getting high; while she was high she brain made her do crazy things, things she would never do otherwise. That’s when she murders her parent’s with a knife and fork. After, the murderer Jessica became a whole different person, she wouldn’t talk to her friends, she stopped doing drugs the only thing she did do was school and maybe grab a bit to eat at to local dinner. Jessica’s grandparents became extremely worried with Jessica so they took her to St.Peter’s to see if they could help her.

Current Placement: Patient, high security
Obsessions: Her string, she loves tying knots in her sting, it helps her clam herself. You will always find some sort of string in her hand.

Other: N/A

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis), Life's a dance, you learn as you go.]

Name: Smantha Kaylah Senatra
(but goes by several other names)

Age: Seventeen
*DOB: February 6th

Gender: Female
*Orientation: Straight

Appearance: Like so many other patients, Sam's skin has lost some color. She has paled to a light black, almost like a Milatto. But she is still the darkest patient by far.

Chances are that you'll never miss Sam if you're in eyesight of her. She struts around in the most outlandish and interesting clothes. Most articals of clothing are quite flashy and revealing, always making the adminastrators flinch when they catch sight of her.

Large orbs of light topaz for eyes settle themselves above prominant cheekbones. Her eyelashes aren't the longest or the thickest around, but Sam is advanced in the make-up department and often gives her eyes flare with false eyelashes and other assorted sorts of eye make up.

Sam's hair is anything she wants it to be. In her dorm she has hundreds and hundreds of wigs of various lengths and colors. Her real hair has dissapeared without hopes of returning.

Due to the same disease that took Sam's hair and is slowly taking her lashes, the only eyebrows this chick has are the ones she draws on with her hundreds upon thousands of eyeliner. There is a color for each eyeliner to match her wigs, but she also has other colors to mix and match with for her eyes.

To anyone who doesn't know Sam, one quick look at her and she would be labled as a fake without any reconsideration. But then to those who know her, they know Sam's story behind the glitz and glam.


Sasha, the orphan with a bad temper


Mary the hooker...


Angelica, the shy sweetheart who favors bright colors


Ava the Roman princess


Amelia, a girl living on the streets with a love for gymnastics.


Meet Natalie.


Aquafina loves to shop in the city.


A character in progress.

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First and favorite; Shequandilla.


Miranda loves to dance...

Personality: Sam is a creatice individual, always. That is one quirk that will never leave her, no matter who she is.

Sam has multiple personalities, all created by her. She can't take the sorrow and frustration inside herself, and insteadmakes herself a different person with her own backround and such every day. One day, she can be a hyper, giggly candy-addict and the day after she can be dark and sinister daugher of a retired assassin with a cold esterior aand hard heart.

History: As a child, it was hard for Sam. Not only did she hold a different, more creative opinion on everything in school than her classmates, but she was the only African-American child around. She was different in many ways, making her an easy arget for the other kids to tease. Sam was quickly labled as the oddball.

At home, things weren't much better. Sam's parents constantly fought, usually resulting in sobs from the bathroom where her mother locked herself. Her father took to alcohol like his wife took to drugs. Usually he would come home plastered, the slightest thing able to set him off into an abusive rage.

At the early age of eleven, Sam used make up to cover the bruises rather than long, heavy clothing. By the time she was twelve, Samantha was an expert.

By high school, her fellow piers had come up with some harsher, more creative insults that struck a little too close to home. "Hey Sam, what's with all that make up? Helping you mother on the corner tonight?" Other harsh comments involving drugs and racist things.

It was not yet winter when Sam heard the shot of a gun upon approaching her house one day after school. It turns out that Sam's mother had owned a gun. A close neighbor had heard the shot, and called the police. By the time they arrived, Sam was already at the scene.

The police whisked Sam out of the house, away from the bloody mess that had been her mother and out into the yard for questioning. After that, her father was called and the body was driven to the morgue. Sam's father locked himself in his room for the rest of the night.

Crying over her loss, Sam thought that she had to grow tougher if she were to survive her father. But she couldn't, she wasn't that way. That's when Shequandilla came into her head. A girl who's mother had died in childbirth, and Shequandilla had been living on the streets, growing up as a hooker just to get enough money to eat. A whole person appeared before Sam's eyes, and she went to work creating Shequandilla. The next day at school, none of the kids could recodnise Sam with her new make up, clothes, hair, and personality.

Every week, Sam would create a new person to become, leaving herself behind. She purchased thousands of different wigs, eager to cover the bald head that the disease, Alopecia Areata had given her. The teachers were confused, but didn't say anything. The students were intreagued. Her father was angry.

Not recodnising Sam's tactics to becoming a better persons, Sam's father grew a whiplash from the different names andpersonalitites. After all, there were about fifty of them. He sent her off to St. Peter's then with nothing else to lose, jumped off a bridge and killed himself.

Current Placement: Patient-- low security

Obsessions: Her people,personalities, real-life characters. Whatever they are, she is obsessed with them and keeps them all documented. She keeps their files in her dorm, and looks over them to choose a personality each day. All their clothes and hair pieces go into neat boxes with their names on them. Sam is always trying to improve her personalities whether it be thier looks, their lives, or their personalities, there is always room for improvment.

Other: The strange disease has left Sam wth no hair, or eyebrows, only a few eyelashes that dissapear more and more each day. There is no cure, but it is not fatal.

DECEASED DUE TO FIRE

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Name: Alice Elizabeth Stone
Age: 14
Appearance: http://i.backpackgnome.com/7108644844...
Orientation: undetermined
Gender: female
Personality: scared, confused, very emotional; can't handle sadness, change, or fear very well
History: Alice was in a coma for three years. No one knew exactly why she was in a coma, but they had a pretty good idea of what happened that night. Alice murdered her parents. She was the only one found. Her mom had called the police in a panic, but could barely say anything but her address, and her desperate cries for help. The rest was just screams. When the police and ambulances got there, both the parents were dead and covered in blood. They had been stabbed. The only survivor was Alice, holding a bloody knife in her hand, but out cold. They found her and took her to the hospital, keeping her alive for three years before she finally woke up. That was 2 weeks ago. They tried to question her. The only problem is that she remembers almost nothing of real importance. She remembers all the facts she learned at school; the civil war, the great depression, long division, but nothing about her friends, her family, or her life. She never told them the one thing she remembered; the voices telling her, the night of the incident: "do it Alice, its your only choice". The other strange thing was she had no records. There is no Alice Elizabeth Stone alive today, as far as anyone knew. Sometimes though, she remembers bits and pieces of who she was, and what she did in the past. Not things of great importance, but more like a face or a word she used to hear a lot. Overall it doesn't add up to much. Every once in a while, she'll wake up screaming, but later has no idea why she screamed, or that she even screamed in the first place. She was sent to St. Peter's Asylum for murder and complete loss of memory. She hears the voices sometimes too. She always hears them, and feels like she's forced to follow their advice. Her first memory of the voices, and her first memory at all was the voices screaming at her "do it Alice, its your only choice".
Current Placement: Patient; low security
Obsessions: The 'voices'. She must listen to their every word. If they tell her to do something, she'll do it. She never had a choice. They haunt her, and yet she is somehow forced to listen. She has no one else to listen to. After all, she's been asleep for 3 years. Maybe if someone were to become close to her, she would start to remember her past...
Other: She loves to write about how she feels, and she writes whatever she remembers. Her few belongings are a notebook, a pencil, and obviously, some clothes.

[Tea in Chapter Three]

Name: Lena Paters

Age: Seventeen (17)

Appearance: Lena has ebony hair, that hangs down to the bottom of her back, thick and slightly wavy. Her eyes are a electric green- grey, constantly changing between these two colors. She is slender, and tall, with a fit body. Her features are striking, save for a scar the curls from her hairline to cheekbone.

She is often seen in darker clothing, brown and black skirts, dark blouses and either a pair of ratty converse or deep ebony combat boots. But don't mistake her for Goth. If you call her out on it, she scream random, evil poems at you and cause harm. She perfers comfort, never donning skinny jeans or even jeans usually. And almost always a black jacket, thin and soluble.

Orientation: Straight

Gender: Female

Personality: She is very dark and brooding,but melancholy and looking as if she is always in thought. Lena does not speak often to others, and when she does people describe her as short and temperamental. She is very stubborn and strong-willed.

History: Lena grew up with quite cruel parents, who forced her to do chores constantly, was never allowed to do anything involving other people and was almost never let out of the house, save for school. She was a troubled child, getting sent home often with a behavioral slip and a note to the parents. Like they cared. They thought that all Lena ever did was complain and misbehave, although she never whined nor complained, and her behavior was not enough to constituted the regular beatings she received, leaving new bruises blossoming on her arms, legs and other parts every day. Her two saviors were books and a ratty notebook she carried about everywhere, for which she drew out elaborate poems, depicting the horrors her mind set upon.

One day, her mother searched her room, certain that Lena had stolen her mother’s stash of cake frosting to horde the sweet treat and eat it all herself. Instead her mother stumbled upon the many notebooks Lena had hidden in her closet. With a sadistic smile, her mother read every single word in the books, and determined Lena to be mentally ill. Lena freaked when she found out, after a confrontation with her mother at the door from school. According to Mrs. Paters, Lena pulled a gun and proceeded to trap her mother in a closet, from which Mrs. Paters called the authorities on her cellphone. Although the authorities never found a gun, nor weapon of any sort, Lena was sent to St. Peters. Many determined Lena as extremely ill in her mind, after her mother revealed the times where Lena would scream and thrash out in her sleep, and horded books as if they were food. Lena was put under key at St. Peters, labeled as an extremely ill person with a lot of ‘problems.’


Current Placement: Patient under high-security, after reported attempts that Lena tried to attack others and scream things in an 'insane' way.

Edit: Lena has been switched from high-security to medium security, because of her improvement in behavior and lack of any attacks in the past months.

Obsessions: She cannot live without her books (she has a collection of over 2,000) and she must have her notebooks. She has many notebooks and pens in which she writes almost as often as she reads.
She also has a strong viola and violin ability, able to wrench beautiful sounds out of the two instruments, and the music seems to soothe her.

Other: Lena will not talk to any unless they adress her, and even then she was hesitate a long while before speaking. Recently she has been reported to have raging nightmares, and tantrums within the confines of her room, seeming to scream and shout at a person only she sees.

UPDATE: Lena Paters is no longer being used.

[Oddity]

Name: Dolly Straight
Age: 25
Appearance: Think Christina Perri with dark bags under her eyes, red scratches on her face, a green tattoo of a butterfly on her neck instead of the ones on her chest, and very pale green eyes. Keeps her nails very long and pointed.
Orientation: Lesbian (Which is quite ironic, considering her name)
Gender: F
Personality: Has many personalities, so I will attempt to name them all:
• Dark and Demented
Such behavior includes but is not limited to attacking all in sight, laughing maniacally and saying disturbing things (if it bothers you I'll just say "She said something creepy, etc.)
• Gentle and Quiet
In this attitude will either compliment you or stay seclusive, too shy to say anything. Usually acts rather sane like this.
• Annoying
Repeating and copying people, poking people, pretending she's a race cart driving around you in circles, and singing out of the blue words at the top of her lungs, the actions are endless.
History: Injured in a car a accident once, bullied from elementary through high school, never quite right to begin with, under strange circumstances was locked in a dark, empty room buzzing with white noise. That did her in, and was brought here after stealing large amounts of dairy products, screaming about fire. Her reasons are yet to be discovered.
Current Placement: Patient
Family Members: two brothers, a sister, and an elderly father, ask supportive and hoping for her recovery.
Obsessions: Vanilla milkshake Poptarts, orange lollipops, and chicken is all she eats. Wears a large, floppy purple hat and will scream bloody murder and claw at you if you attempt to take it away.
Other: Terrified of anything that buzzes.

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis), Life's a dance, you learn as you go.]

[Hope he's up to par, Fae(:]

Name: Drake Anthony Beech
Age: 16
*DOB- April 11th
Gender: Male
*Orientation: Straight

Appearance: Black upon black upon black upon black. Yup, Drake is goth. Aside from the first reason behind his black clothes and chain accessories, dressing goth is a contradiction to his personality and he loves it.

Artistically crafted natural black bangs sweep across Drake's forehead, lighlty falling into his warm brown eyes. Drakes likes to keep his hair long, even if it takes an hour or two with a straightener to make it just perfect.

Drake stands tall for his age, or any age really at a staggering 6'4. His body is well toned due to years stuck under cars and trucks and lifting heavy machinary. Drake tends to wear black v-necks or well fitting band t-shirts that conform slightly to his body. Baggy jeans complete his look, thought Drake isn't a big fan of naything too baggy so nothing gets caught in an engine.

Porceline skin brightly contrasts against the endless wardrobe of black Drake wears. He doesn't wear any makeup, preferring to keep his face clean and free of cosmetics. His eyes do not adourn any glamour or mascara but leaving them in their natural beauty. Two pools of warm dark brown able to read anyone's emotions while keeping his own as concealed as he'd like. Not that it matters much as his full bow lips the color of a fresh pink rose usually hold the key to figuring out how he feels. When he smiles, his sunken cheeks look a little more filled in.


Oh, hey.


It's all cool, man. Chill.



Personality: Drake strives for extraordinary, always determined to go against stereo-types and strike through originality. You'll know that just at a glance and then upon meeting this colorfult creature.

An odd but widely known thing about Drake is that he loves bets. Whatever you think he won't do, he probably will as long as it's within reason. Surprisingly enough, Drake has a good head on his shoulders and that head is filled with a well oxygenised brain that seems to work well enough. He's known for distracting patients with random facts and knowledgable information.

Charasmatic and openly-friendly is how Drake has won the hearts of his closest friends and patients at St. Peter's. Drake seems to always be wearing a smile or serene expression that suggests he's been drugged. In fact, he's been checked for drugs in the past becasue doctors suspected that he had been stealing some of the sedatives they use for his own consumption. Results showed that Drake was not drugged, but was just bieng Drake.

In truth, being so calm has helped both patients and fellow staff. Even in the most panic-stricken of situations, Drake can stay calm and keep other people in check as well. Because of his ability to "sweet talk" patients, Drake is usually asked to stay close to the patients that suffer from hallucinations and trances because he can talk them back into the realm of reality and stay calm himself.

Drake's serene nature also means that when it comes to being angry at a person or getting into a fight, he can't. Not very many people make him upset or down right angry and even if they did make him fighting mad, it wouldn't be worth anything. Drake's useless when he's upset, his body locking up with lack of grace and his brain seems to lack the ability for witty comments and insutls. Drake has reserved to the role of a pacifist, which he rather enjoys better, anways.

History: Drake had lived the fairly normal life of any boy living in a small town in Colordo. His parents, Emily Johnson and Anthony Beech had divorced when Drake was only six, but it hadn't fazed him much. He was happier that there weren't any fights and he had seen it coming long before they had announced their decision. He didn't even mind spending the summers out where his mom lived on a ranch house a few miles away from St. Peter's.

During his times at home in Colorado, nothing was ever out of the ordinary. Drake and his neighborhood friends would spend their days roaming through junk yards or the woods or even the big creek in town. As they got older they became more interested in mechanics and started to spend more time in the junk yard or making model cars. And just like any boys would do, there were always bets and dares.

At around thirteen or fourteen, Drake and his friends were marveling over the racecars that had been on display at the mall when Drake accidentally ran into a girl wearing all black. Alexia was in Drake's class at school, and he ahd always admired her for her extraordinary taste in clothing and style, though he'd never really talked to her before. His friends watched hwile Drake apologized and helped her with her bags before she ran off, and they were about howling with laughter by then. That's how The Bet came into play.

No one actually thought he'd do it, of course. Drake would be nice enough to talk to the goth people, but he'd never dress like one; and surely not for a whole year. But in the matter of a week, his wardrobe contained nothing but black and after a YouTube video tutorial for hairstyling, became the Drake that St. Peter's has come to know and love. His paretns panicked, afraid that this was some sort of delayed reaction to their divorce. Drake laughed them off and explained hte bet. Grudgingly, they allowed him to keep his style for a year. Eventually, they got used to the look and weren't very upset when their son decided that he liked the look and kept his goth style.

In the course of a year, someone else had noticed Drake's change and had apparently liked it. After months of talking to Alexia, he began to court her, finding that she was extremely unique and so interesting. He loved learning new things about her and there was so much to learn. Eventually, Alexia even took up space in the garage while Drake would work on a car and talked to her and his friends, who were uneasy at first aobut the relationship but they gave into the idea in time as well.

When Alexia was transferred to St. Peter's, it broke Drake's heart. His friends advised him to move on, but it was harder than he thought. There weren't any cars that needed fixing and Colorado became boring. When his mother called and told him that Alexia's institution was close to her ranch and looking for volenteers, he packed up his things and drove down to the ranch, promising his friends that of course, he;d visit at some point.

Now Drake resides at the ranch, though seems to be spending more and more time at St. Peter's where they've allowed him to volenteer. It's interesting there, more interesting than he ever thought a mental institutin could be. On the ranch, there's never a dull moment with the ATVs constantly breaking down (not that Drake really minds fixing them) and all the animals Drake and his mom now car for. It's like his own deranged paradise.

Current Placement: Volenteer
Obsessions: None. Unless you count fixing cars and other vehicals.
Other:
Relationships;
Alexia- Fellow goth girlfriend that resides at St. Peter's as a patient suffering form hallucinations. She's the reason that Drake is here in the first place. Not that he minds.

[Mr. Never Smiles]

Name: Winter Castillo
Age: 18
Appearance: Winter has long jet black hair that flows down past her waist. She is tall at 5' 9" and has a fairly slim figure. Her skin is light brown from her Mexican heritage and she wears it well. She's had several piercings but upon arrival at the asylum, they've all been removed. Her most captivating feature are her emerald green eyes that always seem to shine mischievously. Normally she can be seen wearing jeans and a plain T and a button down shirt.
Orientation: Lesbian
Gender: F
Personality: Wise ass who solves her problems with violence. She's very rough around the edges and is a sort of acquired taste. Once she's let someone in though, she's gentle and loyal. Although Winter seems to be a real toughie, she's easily hurt and prone to severe depression.
History: Winter has been in fights since grade school. It never ceased and her anger and acts of violence increased exponentially. She has PMDD but no medication or therapy has helped in any way. Doctors have given up on her along with her family. When she sent a girl to the hospital within inches of her life, that was the final straw. She was ordered to go to the asylum and her family turned their back on her.
Current Placement: Patient
Obsessions: None.
Other: She has random fits of sadism. It's something she's very ashamed of. Winter believes that it isn't really her when it happens, but that she's being controlled or heavily persuaded by someone. In her dreams sometimes she can see a malicious face with red eyes and sharp, pearly fangs. (Not a reason she is in the asylum. She's kept this a secret and hasn't told a soul...yet.)

[Tea in Chapter Three]

Name: Jake Wards

Age: 17

Appearance: Jake has extremely short (think shaved) brown hair, that had once been long, before the ‘accident.’ His eyes seemed far off, a once brilliant blue that had now dulled to something almost grey in color, bleached of its vibrance. Old burns that had transformed to a darkish purple color dot his arms and other areas of his body, while a grotesque scar curls the corner of his lip down on the right side of his face, causing him to permanently scowl. He is a tall, thin Caucasian male, who has an unhealthy pallor to his skin. If you look closely, you may notice Jake walks with a limp and his legs are always covered in jeans or long pants, as well as long-sleeved shirts.

Orientation: Straight

Gender: Male

Personality: Jake used to be a brilliant and radiant soul, constantly joyful and slightly cocky, has transformed to one of a sullen character, seeming angry or depressed. Though he seems rather intelligent, he will never voice it, choosing to shoot a why-are-you-staring glare or scowl your way. It is difficult to relate to this boy.

History: Jake was born to a Marie and John Wards in Oregon, September 15th, 1994. He had 1 sibling, a younger sister by the name of Emyelen, whose radiance was greater than Jake’s himself and shone in his every waking moment. As children, Emyelen being only 2 years younger, they frolicked and play in the field nearby their house, or anywhere else for that matter, wherever they could find. Making the field even better, a lovely stream, curling about the house and field, trickling water slowly.

One day, while playing outside on a cloudy day, the rain dragging behind the clouds in wait, Emyelen and Jake had decided to play near the stream, taking turns jumping over the narrow slant of earth. Previously, Jake’s parents had informed the children that they were going on an errand and to be careful.

Jake, laughing, pushed Emyelen forward, causing her to trip and fall into the stream. Giggling, she hoped up, shaking curls of chocolate hair that were now dripping wet, all over Jake. They wrestled to the ground, laughing merrily. Both of them never noticed the lightning that began to jump about.

With a mighty flash, the lightning struck an oak that overlooked the quaint stream. As the oak roared to life, fire licking and dancing, it also began to sway, preparing to topple. The laughs turned to screams, as fire curled onto the grass, smoke exploding into the air, whirling about the two terrified children. Jake, in an attempt to protect his sister, shoved her backward, out of the line of fire, out of the ring that began to form around him. The fire greedily rushed to Jake, kissing his legs and arms, while Jake batted away the fire. He had not learned yet how to properly protect himself, being of only 10 years old. Emyelen screamed, rushing forward. And the fire swallowed her whole. Jake watched in absolute horror, as the young girl’s screams pierced the air, flesh dripping from the once so beautiful features. He jumped forward, as if to try to tug her away from the flames. As the tree finally toppled, its branches crashing down, on top of the unfortunate Emyelen, whose screams had gurgled away. The falling branches sliced Jake across the face, but still he bent, fingers scrabbling at the trunk, coppery blood filling his mouth. But it was too late. Emyelen was dead. Jake, without looking back, ran, right through the ring of fire to collapse beside the house, the world turning black.

Over the next few years, Jake was terrorized with nightmares, mood swings. And most of all, the terror and pain for his sister. He never really got over it. When Jake was 16 years of age, 6 years after the fatal day, his parents dropped him before St. Peters, telling him that this was a better place for him. That this would help him get over it. Jake has lived here for about a year now. But for some odd reason, none actually know what is wrong with him. He suffers internally, you can tell. But you don’t know what.

Current Placement: Patient, moderate security.

Obsessions: If you count solitude as an obsession, then that is it.

Other: Jake will not sure much about himself. Preferring solitude due to his traumatic events. Though, if he gets to know you enough, he may reveal something about him, just maybe. Just maybe. Also, he carries about an old, torn photograph of Emyelen at all times.

UPDATE: Jake Wards is no longer being used.

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Name: Eilir Fallon Bernhardt

Age: 17

Appearance: https://models.com/newfaces/i/2012/03...

Orientation: Straight

Gender: Female

Personality:

Eilir is rather sarcastic to those who don't know her. She likes to keep all her emotions inside. No one but Wes really knows what's going on behind that pretty little face of hers. Inside, she is sweet, caring, and, well, terrified. Extremely ashamed of what she did to her mother, she dislikes to talk about anyone close to her, except for Wes.
History:

Born to a pain of Scandinavian immigrants, Eilir grew up in NYC. Life was comfortable, not lavish by any standards, but certainly her family was better off than many. By the age of 6, Eilir was a standoffish, independent child, always picking fights with those who angered her. Fiercely loyal. She was always seen with the little black-haired Miller boy, romping around town. All the other kids flocked to her, as she was a natural leader. But the only time one could ever catch Eilir venerable was during the winter.

It was strange, as her father and mother both loved the cold season, as it reminded them of their homeland. Their child, named for the white, fluffy crystals, instead turned into a scared, silent girl when the temperature plummeted. At first, her parents thought Eilir just didn't like snow. But as she grew older, and refused to step outside in the cold, having to be dragged out of the warm apartment to go to school, they began to worry. After a traumatic visit to the doctor, she was diagnosed with chionophobia: a chronic fear of snow.

After that, it just got worse. The winter turned her into a hermit. Her parents' pleas, to go outside and just get some fresh air, were met with blank stares and distrustful looks. Her parents finally gave up, leaving Eilir in the care of Wesley Miller. He was the only one of her friends who hadn't given up on her, calling her a freak and such.

Wes, and only Wes, was one who could coax Eilir to go outside. And even then, it was with severe trepidation, pale hands clutching his shoulders. Wes was there for her. Wes was summer, Wes was fall, Wes was spring. Eilir's parents were the dreaded winter.

One dark winter monday, Wes was running a little late. Eilir refused to go outside, but her mother decided that she had had enough, that her teenaged daughter was to go outside, without any complaints. She pulled her out the door, made her walk through the cold snow.

Eilir snapped.

It was a good thing that Wes got there soon enough, or Eilir would surely have killed her mother. As it was, she left bruises on her throat where she had tried to strangle her. Eilir's father disowned her, and Wes and she moved to the asylum.

It's been a year or so now, and Eilir has still not improved. She's entirely dependent on Wes in the winter months, and even his absence during the rest of the seasons sets her on edge. She has extreme anxiety about hurting him as she hurt her mother.

Current Placement: Patient, moderate security.

Obsessions: Warm things. Hot tea, coffee, fuzzy socks, sweaters. Anything to battle the cold.

Other: Anyone up for making Wes?

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Name: Dinah Chloe Hill (Pythia or Oracle)

Age: 15

Appearance:

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Dinah takes after her mother, with fair hair and striking green-blue eyes. Though above average in height (5’7’’), Dinah is still quite thin. However, the young woman has curves, though she is not, in anyway, voluptuous. Petal pink lips are soft and full, almost begging to be kissed.

Dinah is often seen wearing one of her many divining robes, or a chiton (http://allthosewhowander.deviantart.c...), expertly tied by the Oracle herself. Cosmetics do not usually adorn this girl’s face, though she is often wearing some sort of natural perfume, not just for hygiene, but for the fact that some help clear her mind during prophesies.

Orientation: Straight

Gender: Female

Personality:

Dinah was always more of the quiet, soft-spoken sister. While the Miriam before the accident was sometimes headstrong and independent, Dinah was kind, caring, and cautious. Though in recent years, she has gotten used to spouting anything and everything she thinks, the minute she thinks it.



History:

You could have said it started years before it really did, on a sunny April morning in 1997, at the local hospital. That was where the first Oracle in thousands of years was born. The firstborn of an Abigail and Walter Hill, Dinah was raised in a quaint suburb of LA, in a small house on a quiet street. She was fond of her younger sister, Miriam. All seemed rather normal on the outside-- the girls were always well, but plainly dressed, always neat, always on time for school, despite the rather long walk. Perfect models of young Catholic girls, in many’s eyes.

But what most didn’t know, was that the oldest Hill girl had a thing for Greek mythology. It had started when her mother had recited stories of the nine muses, the Olympian gods before bedtime. Dinah drank it all up, utterly entranced by the world of gods and goddesses, where one could be anything and everything that one wanted to be. Though her family was Catholic, not incredibly devout, but going to church every sunday, she memorized tales of Jason and the Argonauts instead of her catechism.

But almost all of the stories came back to a mortal so powerful, even kings and those chosen by the gods had respect for her: The Oracle of Delphi. Though, by that time, Dinah was already worshipping the gods of old, she soon grew a particular fondness for the god Apollo, of whom’s temple, the Oracle was the High Priestess of.

In her eleventh year, Dinah come down the stairs one morning and said to her mother,
“I died last night.”
Abigail was confused.
“Honey, you’re right here, though.”
“No, I died, and was reborn as the Oracle of Delphi.”
Leaving her mother speechless, Dinah sashayed out of the tiny kitchen, and went merrily on her way to school with little Miriam.

Her parents both tried to explain to her what ‘death’ was, but she just waited patiently and explained it once again to them. After a while, Dinah got the feeling that her parents didn’t believe her, so she stopped telling them about her strange dreams and the prophesies that she heard in her mind. Her parents passed it off as some adolescent stage.

Dinah started to delve into her new “job”, researching the city which she, in her past life, had inhabited. She managed to buy an appropriate robe, even to buy crystals and leaves with which she divined. One the day of her sister’s accident, Dinah was gathering more oak leaves to add to her stash.

When Dinah got home that day, everyone was a wreck. Her mother was screeching and crying, her father cursing and throwing things. Dinah didn’t understand until she got to the hospital.

She stayed with Miriam until she woke up, never sleeping, never eating. She felt that it was her fault, that she should’ve told Miriam what she had seen. The dream the night before had been too hazy, though. Because Dinah felt that she was the one who had hurt her sister, she began to throw herself into her divining in full force. She began to have seizures, where she would shake and quake and speak a chilling prophecy. Her parents finally discovered all her antics about the time that they sent Miriam to a psychologist. Dinah insisted that there was nothing wrong with her, that she was perfectly normal. The doctors diagnosed her, instead, with epilepsy and insanity.

So Dinah, the Oracle, and Miriam, the Songbird, were taken to St. Peter’s.

Current Placement: Patient, Moderate Security

Obsessions: Having enough of her supplies. Many just come from nature, but if she doesn’t have enough for a ritual or a divining, she will freak out.

Other: Her sister is incredibly dear to her. If anyone messes with Miriam, they will have a rather hefty curse on their heads.

Her previous form:
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Name: Isabella Grey
Nickname: Bell

Age: 16

Appearance:

Isabella has light brown hair that is naturally straight and is very easy to brush. Her bangs have always been swept right above her eye which show how young she really is. Black glasses are always found on her face, even sleeping. No one knows what the color of her eyes are, she doesn't even know herself. A smile is rarely found on her face, usually with no emotion in it whatsoever. She doesn't have a white cane because Bell has trained her hearing so well, she can use vibrations coming off of the walls to find her way...well, once she's been in a place long enough and knows how it's built.

Orientation: Straight
Opinion: Bell finds other people of different orientation interesting and is usually always asking them question, not to be mean, but just because she's curious.

Gender: Female

Personality: Bell is a very serious and controlled girl. You wouldn't think she was sixteen unless she told you and usually is thinking outside the box while well above her teenage years. Humor rarely hits her and she's always thinking about things logically. Even though Isabella might come off as rude, she really isn't, but is instead trying to understand your way of life.

History: Isabella was raised in an orphanage, never knowing who her parents were, why they abandoned her, and where they were then. It upset her, wondering why they'd never wanted their little girl. Belle had a lot of friends in the orphanage, but that all changed on May 3, 1999, 9:36 P.M. on Hummington Street, England. On this dreadful night, Bell lost her sight savagely. One particular girl did not like Bell because of how pretty she was, and especially of how pretty her eyes were. So, one night, when Belle was sleeping, the girl slipped into her room, took a kitchen knife that she'd stolen and had stabbed her eyes out. The girl was taken away the next day, but Bell was blinded permanently and the nightmare of that girl stayed implanted in her mind which eventually seduced her to becoming crazy. Some rumors say that the girl is at the asylum with her, but nothing can be proven unless she was in the same room as Bell with her voice.

Current Placement: Patient~ no security except for people assigned to help her every day

Obsessions: Learning new things and remembering them. Also, her pet cat named Feathers.
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Other: Bell has a photographic memory and pretty much remembers everything she hears, smells, tastes, or feels.

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Name: Wren Macey Ellis

Age: 8

Appearance:
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Wren is often seen in coarse garb, that of wool in the winter and cotton in the summer. She has dark colored hair, cut in a shorter style than before, once she arrived in the asylum. Brown eyes accompany a pale complexion, and pale, pale pink lips bloom from under a button nose.

Orientation: Straight, she thinks. She doesn't really think about love yet.

Gender: Female

Personality:

Mistrustful and wily, the young Ellis will probably not give you a second glance, unless she wants something from you. A cynic, she will constantly be found poking holes in others' statements and such. If she needs something, or wants something, she will come looking for you. If not, then she doesn't really give a crap about what you do, as long as it doesn't interfere with her.

History:

Wren lived a fairly normal life until she was about nine. True, the little girl loved horror movies, Edgar Allen Poe, and other increasingly morbid things, but she seemed fine. Her parents, a James and Lila, were go-with-the-flow kinda people, and they didn't really care what little Wren was doing, as long as she had fun. Big mistake. She began to play video games, starting with cute ones like Wii, then progressing to Halo, COD, and more gory things. She reveled in the thrill when she killed a Master Chief, she giggled when blood filled her screen, and she made a double kill. Soon after, she began to train with a little wooden stick she called a sword, even stealing her father's .45 to learn how to shoot a "real" gun. Then she was ready.

There had always been kids at school who weren't so nice to Wren, who thought her clothes and demeanor strange. They were the bane of her existance. One day, when she was ready, she wore her most poufy skirt and concealed the .45, along with rounds and rounds of ammunition in her pocket. Then, at recess, when the other little girls crowded into the bathroom to gossip, she pulled out her favorite playtoy, disabled the safety, and shot them all, clean shots through the head. Then, running screaming out of the bathroom, tears in her eyes, she went to the teacher and told them what had happened. No one ever suspected a six-year-old to become a serial killer.

After those first kills, she began to strike again. At the park, hiding in a tree. The nosy neighbors, who disapproved of Wren's video games. They all fell, one by one, in a domino. And then, when James and Lila discovered her cleaning her gun, they were done, too.

Wren wasn't all too careful, though, and the now seven year old hadn't hid her tracks very well. The police came to her house, looking for James, as they'd traced the gun back to him. Instead, they found a little girl is a pool of her parent's blood, cleaning her gun and humming. They took her away, and sent her to the Asylum, sure that she was insane. She's been here for about a year now, but still, thankfully, has her gun with her.

Current Placement: Patient, High security

Obsessions: Her gun. She's contemplated naming it, but nothing is good enough for her little silver pistol.

Other:

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Name: Alessandra Fleur DuBois (Lessa)

Age: 17

Appearance:

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Orientation: Straight

Gender: Female

Personality:

Lessa is pretty unremarkable, most would say. She's not exceptionally pretty, not mean, not popular, not anything. She's average, in aspects of what meets the eyes. But she really is a cold, calculating girl inside. She will be polite and sweet and nice, but she's judging you, wondering whether you're good enough. What purpose do you have on earth? Or are you expendable? Those are the questions lurking behind those toffee-coloured eyes.

History:

She was born on a hot summer day to a young woman named Susannah Black. Susannah was only sixteen, you see, and Alessandra was the result of a boy, alcohol, and even a few cigarettes. Susannah didn't want her. No one wanted Lessa.

Growing up, shifting through the foster system, Lessa had to learn to fight her own battles. Too slight to be any good at fighting, Lessa instead watched the schoolyard battles and the kitchen matches, calculating, thinking. Soon, she was teaching the younger kids how to fight for themselves. Those little girls and boys that Lessa taught to survive in the foster system became the cream of the crop. Some of the only ones that survived in almost one piece.

At 12, Lessa was moved to her most permanent foster home. The DuBois' were a young couple, french as well, but unable to have children of their own. Little Lessa was perfect for them, and everything was fine and dandy until she was fifteen.

That summer, Lessa met some girls down by the elementary school, smoking cigs. They weren't really her kind of people, but she reconized one. Amanda, one of her little protégé's. After talking for awhile, Amanda and her friends adopted Lessa as one of their own. They called themselves the Blanks, for when you searched for one, you only came up with a blank. While the others were a bit too goth for Lessa, the young DuBois believed wholeheartedly in their "the meek shall inherit" attitude. So much, that she unwittingly joined a cult.

Soon, they were planning murders, arsons, tortures. The overachievers, the populars, they were their targets. They didn't belong on the earth. Lessa made foolproof plans, the others carried them out. It was only when their newest member, an Elizabeth, botched their biggest murder yet-- that of the mayor's wife-- did they get caught. Lessa was charged with being a murderer's accomplice for at least four murders. Pleading not guilty due to so-called "insanity", Lessa was sent here.

Current Placement: Patient, Moderate Security

Obsessions:

Other:

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis), Life's a dance, you learn as you go.]

Name: Rebecca Eve Merchant

Age: Sixteen
*DOB- January thirteenth

Gender: Female
Orientation- Straight

Appearance: Rebecca holds the complete look of summer that every girl strives for starting mid-May. Lightly tanned skin brings out Rebcca's best features. On a good day, it looks like she has spent hours just lying in the sunshine that no patients ever get to see. Dark freckles of a decent size decorate the smally yet muscular figure of Rebecca with light, smaller freckles dotting the bridge of her nose and under her eyes. While others find her freckles a natural beauty, she hates them and would conceal them with makeup if she onlt knew how to apply it.

Settled above a slightly wide-set nose are wide eyes thickly fringed with lightl colored eyelashes that just barely graze arched eyebrows and a light seafoam green that looks even more vibrant because of her tan. Up close, you can just see the yellow specks that make a soft ring around her pupils. Bright seashell pink and full, Rebecca's bow lips are usually greatly abused. With chapstick too close to make up to use, her lips are usually chapped and bloody, sometimes even split. It certainly doesn't help that she has a habit of biting them when she's bored.

Scars. That's the negative side of being so tan. The scars of past years of abuse shine a bright pink against the light brown of her skin. Sometimes she wears long shirts and pants to cover them up. Now she has attempted to grow out her dirty blonde hair to cover some of her scars which should be easy with its thickness and wavy texture.
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Oh, how carefree and naive


Can't stand me? sit down.


Good morning, Sleepyhead

Personality: Rebecca acts like any other sixteen-year-old girls is thought to act by others. On the surface Rebecca is bubbly, a near constant reay of sunshine lighting the asylum. A pleasant smile that reads "eager to please" can be commonly found on her lips with an outgoing personality to accompany it. She seems to want to always make friends, chatting it up with anyone who will let her. In the past, nurses who have taken pity upon this girl have asked to have her released. She seems so normal, how could she be at aokace like this? Probably because acting is only skin-deep.

In truth, Reeccais a deeply troubled girl with a cringe-worthy past that always haunts her. Memories that would not take kindly to anyone constantly flicker around and replay in the little girl's head, reopening old wounds from years past every day. When the painful memories become too much to bear, Rebecca goes in a frenzy dangeorus not only to her, but to those around her as well. In her times of need when she has "spells" as the doctors call them, the scared Rebecca inside come out of her shell, transforming into a rbellious girl that seems to always go to the extreme, challenging anything and everything she can. During these spells, Rebecca is unpleasant to be around. She seems like Dr. Jekyl and Mr. Hyde at times, but without the potion. Usually the word 'God' will set her off into a frenzy.

History: From the start, Marissa Forrest was alone. Her supposedly loal boyfriend had got up and left as soon as he found out she was pregnant, and Marissa never spoke his name to Rebecca after she was born on January thirteenth, a Friday it had been that year.

Even before, Marissa had been a religious woman, Rebecca was conceived affter her first time that had taken a lot of persuading on her boyfriend's part. Rebecca was named after two important women in the bible, which is where all of her bedtime stories came from,. But as the little blonde quickly began to grow, Marissa ecame more worried about what could happen to her daughter when she was older. She bean to try harder to preserve her precious girl.

And though she was trying her best to do what was better for her daughter, she took it too far. Rebecca could never show skin, even in the summer. She went to church several times a week with her mother, and on Sundays always. At school, a bible was forced upon Rebecca's hands amongst her textbooks. Other than the gentle jokes prodded at her on occasion in school, her only problem with the Christian faith was her punihsment for doing something her mother thought was agianst their religion.

Apples of any form or kind weren't permitted at the house and when Rebecca at ten years of age with a half-eaten apple in her hand waked in, her mother freaked. She waqs shrieking about things such as "the fruit of Satan" and how the devil was influencing her. The apple was slapped from a shocked Rebecca's hand, who cried for almost the whole night. She didn't understand why her mother had been so cruel. It didn't just stop there, either. Every time something such as the apple incident occured, the hysterics and punishments got worse. If Rebecca showed skin (short-sleeves, skirts above the ankles, sirts that didn't cover the collarbone, etc) then the clothes were wrenc hed around to cover everything and Marissa would shake her daughter hard, leaving nail marks. By the time Rebecca was a teen, the punishments would involve beatings, Rebecca being thrown into a locked chapel-room at thier home to pray, and sometimes, sacrificesw being used with the blood of a virgin so God could forgive her sins. It hurt, but Rebecca thought it was natural. And then she realized it wasn't.

No one really knows why she snapped. Some say that it was her hormones, others argue that she broke under her mother's pressure of making sure her daughter was the next Mary to deliver the reborn Jesus Christ. Either way, she did snap, and she thinks she knows why. Her friends and her had been chatting amongst themselves in study hall, introducing the wonderful woas of make up to a fourteen-year-old naive Revecca. A friend had been compaining about being grounded form everything but school for sneaking out. Not understanding how the punishment was painful, Rebecca jumped in as mascara brushes attacked her eyelashes. Soon, her form of punishmetn was revealed and the fact that her mother slicing up her arms was just awful. She went home with a heavy heart.

It brought on one of her worse tantrums, seeing the make up on Rebecca, even though there was hardly any on. Knife in hand, she came at her daughter. She asked her if she knew that cosmetics were the idea of the devil, used to lure men to women. She screamed, asking Rebecca if she was trying to lose her virginity and become the whore of Satan and destroy eerything that she, her mother, had done for her. The ranting carried on to barely audible prayers as Marissa shoved Rebecca into their praying room and made her stay htere for almost four days without food or other necesitites. No one knows what happened in that closet, but what they do know is that Rebecca changed after that. Her goal in life was to watch her mother's hopes crumble by purposely going against the bible, particularly the Ten Commandments.

It started with minor things like sneaking maekeup and revealing clothes to school. She took on an almost hippie-like 70s or 80s way of life, choosing hot bands like Whitesnake and Poison as her new choice of music, and Nicki Minaj as her idol before God. Objects- most small and of little value- wer stolen from stores, abstinance was laughed at, adultery was commited, lies were quickly and expertly created and after a year or so, Rebecca found herself ready for one of the most important of the Commandments.

She told her friends, of course, who were growing concerned for their suddenly rebellious friend. At first, they just thought she was exaggerating, but when she kept repeating "I'm finally gonna kill that bitch," and describing how she would do it in detail, they realized she was serious, and called the police who arrived at the school to escort her to the jail's psychologist. After no less than a half hour interogation, the psychologist suggested sending Rebecca to St. Peter's. Her mother was grateful to be rid of hte Satan spawn, and gave the consent almost immediately.

Other: A bible is stashed in her dorm, highlighted, underlined and starred in al sorts of places. This is where Rebecca thinks she can best go against supposed God.

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis), Life's a dance, you learn as you go.]

Name: Calix Isidore Cooper

Age: Seventeen
DOB* March second

Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight

Appearance: Calix has a bad-boy look to him that makes a lot of people not want to mess with him. He's the type of guy you would imagine looking and acting like Danny from Grease, leather jacket and motorcycle (or greased lightining, if you prefer) included.

Unsurprisingly, Calix is a very thin boy with a light complexion. His staggering height of 6'2 (and still growing) only makes Calix look even skinnier. In a waym, he resembles a scarecrow. Most everything Calix wears is loose fitting so his body is hard to really define when clothed. His high cheekbones and slightly sunken in cheeks show just how slender he really is.

Calix's face will be a face hard to forget with such intense facial features. A sharp-lined square jaw is well profound, leading all the way to his ears that would go unnoticed because of his shaggy tendrils of flaxen locks cut choppily and with an unprofessional hand. Flashes of silver constantly twinkle on Calix's left earlobe with his small piercing that is sometimes only kept open by a paperclip if he loses his actual earring. When it comes to his eyes, they don't get enough justice because of those shaggy bangs that constantly fall into his bright olive-colored eyes. Those are heavily fringed with light blonde eyelashes that just add on to his boyish charm.

Ummm, grrrr?

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Lost in his own little world again. Who's going to pull him out?


Are you real or imagination?
Personality: Despite his rugged looks, Calix is quite the polite gentleman. At times, he can become awkward in his stance or conversationbut that's merely because of his misinterpretation of what he sees. HE confuses himself without realizing so, and that makes others uncomfortale and confused as well. That all aside. Calix is a curious young man who likes to answer his own questions if he can, adventuring about to discover more answers to unknown questions, or to discover questions that he has yet to have answers for.

When living in a world that is so different from everyone else's around you, it can become frustrating. Although he would very much like to, it's difficult to talk to anyone when no one believes in what he sees right before him. Sometimes, he loses his temper and even though it's never been fatal to anyone before, it's not pleasant for anyone, either.

History: Calix lived a normal life with a normal family. A stay at home mom, a hard-working dad, and even a dog. Like most kids, Calix had a bedtime story read to him every night. His favorite story had been Robin Hood. Even at his young age of four Calix could appreciate the simplicityof the olden days, the righteous concept of stealing from the rich and giving to the poor. For years, e built an imaginary world of Robin Hood at his house in the small town where he lived.

All of his drawings were based from the era of time; the renaiseance era, roughly estimating. With the help of his mother, Calix was wearing homemade peasant clothing that hung loosely over his body and his speech wasn't just English by the time he started school, but Olde English. And every ight he would still read Robin Hood before going to bed.

When Calix was seven, school started in the fall. Because their village was so small, his mother was able to walk him to school and back home. She also saw how hte other kids would react to her son's prescence. Many of them giggled, some jeered at him. Calix never noticed, he only bid his good morning to his teacher, who was amused by her most imaginative student's fad. Calix's mother also assumed it was a faze, and she told herself and her husband- who was less accepting to his son's cherades- that him using his imagination was good for him.

School went on. Calix's grade changed year after year, his friends changed, his teachers changed, but Calix never changed. Not even when he was mocked in school or even when his father tried to introduce him to some of the more normal things boys did. Calix didn't take well to basketball or football so he continued with fencing and horseback riding, riding his "steed" (bicycle) to school every day starting in the sixth grade. His father grew worrieda bout his son but his wife, Meghan urged him to let their son be and to wait for him to grow out of it.

Three years passed and still there was no change other than Calix's physical appearance as he became a teenager. The biggest physical change was coming home a few weeks after the start of Freshman year with a bloodied nose and a black eye. A couple older kids had taken offense to Calix's talk during lunch and they ahd attacked him. While Meghan called the school, his father, Tom helped clean his son up and then talk to him. He told Calix that he had to stop with is act of being Robin Hood. Calix didn't understand. He wasn't playing a game, this was real life to him. Somewhere, Robin Hood was probably waiting for him so they could live the simple life and give to the poor while stealing from the rich. He explained all of this to his father, who set him up with the mental health specialist at work the next day. She described it as inattentual blindness. Where Calix had been focusingone one thing so strongly over the years, it affected the way he saw things. It seemed as though Calix had created a renaiseance world in his own head. He was shipped to St. Peter's where he has stayed since.

Placement: Patient- Low Security

Other: Calix's parents are now divorced with his mother having twin babies wiht her new husband and his father expectin his third. Calix woulnd't know this, though. His parents have moved on and all but forgotten about their first child that went wrong.

[Gigi]

Name: Elizabeth (Elle) Black / Vincent Black

Age: 18

Appearance:She is skinny and pale, she shaves completely every day.


Orientation: straight

Gender: F

Personality: Elle developed a maniac psychotic personality with murderous tendencies. She thinks that she must kill some specific people or the world will sunk in "The Darkness". Vincent on the other hand is kind and loving, he loves to read and is very intellectual, he smiles all the time and sings when he is happy, he loves to be by himself alone reading, his hobby is to leave messages to Elle, terrible guilt messages, so she never forget what she did.

History: When Elle was five years old her mom was in a coma and when she went visiting with her twin brother Vincent and their father she unplugged the machine that was keeping her mom alive. After the "terrible accident" she only talked with her brother Vince, she was then in treatment for anxiety. Two years after killing her mother she crushed all her pills and gave them to her dad on a whiskey. Then the brothers went to the street, begging for money to eat and stealing what they could, but as much as Vince tried Elle continued killing lightly. On their tenth birthday they went to the cemetery to visit their parents they fought and he slapped her, and parted ways, she became an assassin for a mob boss and he got adopted by a gay couple. Elle found him in their 18th birthday and killed him, she stabbed him with a katana (sword) that he had stolen from a museum. The police found her in her brother's bath tub, she was submerged in Vincent's blood. She also had killed the gay couple, the old lady next door and her five cats. The Police thought that she was also a victim until the saw her smiling and drinking the blood of the tub. After eight months in prison and killing her two cell mates the psychiatrist at the prison diagnosed her as bipolar, split personality and psychotic and he begged for her to be transferred at St. Peter's Asylum.

Current Placement: Patient

Obsessions: hair, if she can't shave she plucks them one by one and scratches herself until bleeding.

Other: she is a very dangerous person if pissed of she minds her own business and won't attack unless she feels threatened. she is allergic to sedatives so she is not under that kind of medication. she is virgin.

Some days she wakes up as Vincent. "Stop that", "run" and "honey" are trigger words for Elle to "transform" (not physically but psychologically) into Vincent.
Vincent leaves hate messages for Elle to see. he cuts him/herself and stops eating.

[*~Silvypoo~* (Chaser of Artemis), Life's a dance, you learn as you go.]

Name: Akantha Meda Anderson

Age: Eighteen
DOB* June 20th

Gender: Female
Orientation* Straight

Appearance: Akantha considers herself as one of the more noticable girls at the asylum as she has the ability to better care for herself than most other patients who are constantly locked up. She's npt drop-dead gorgeous and she knows that, but Akantha cherishes what looks she does have.

Always surrounded by eyeliner that gives off a smokey appearance her eyes are a hazel green color that can stop you dead in your tracks or bring a warm and cozy smile to your face. A small patch of freckles dot the bridge of her nose and around her eyes, like a discreet Masquerade mask. Heavily framing her eyes and dominant cheekbones are her thick strands of dirty blonde, almost brown hair. Straight or curly, it could really go either way with those steady waves that appear more straight than anything on some days. Her hair winds down to her slender shoulders, ending around her impressive bust. Some day, she hopes that she can get it to grow out past most of her slender but muscular build around her hips.

Badass? You bet your buttons


Got a problem with me? Solve it.


What are you looking at?

Personality: A wandering spirit, Akantha struts around with her hair all done up, her make up just right, and clothes a little more flashy than some would like. In Akantha's eyes, if you look good, you feel confident. The smokey eyes make up, the sometimes potentially revealing shirts, and the jeans so tight that if she had a quarter in her back pocket, you could tell whether it was heads or tails, she's just helping boost her confidence that anyone here needs. If anyone has any other ideas about her attire, she couldn't care less. She's not here to try and impress anyone but herself.

Being stuck here for several years, Akantha knows how to handle the patients. Or at least, she's designed her own wau to handle them. She likes to consider herself an unofficial warden, corrections officer, if you will. If you ask her, this is her asylum and the patients are her puppets. Akantha loves nothing more than to watch her puppets dance.

To be quite honest, Akantha wants the attention and reputation her antics have given her. In the beginning it was to keep herself safe, to scare the patients away from her. Back then she had to make scary things up to build her reputation. Now, she enjoys what she does to the patients who do her wrong and no longer has to make up rumors, her rep is big enough. Yes, that's right, she surprisingly actually has to have a motive to attack.

Her more natural characteristsics that had developed long before her arrival at St. Peter's are her mouth and lack of impulse control. Akantha isn't afraid to talk dirty (profanity, fighting words) to anyone and oftens has something sarcastic, bitchy, and even downright cold to say, and she often does. SHe has a tendancy to say the first thing that comes to her mind, shooting her mouth like a .45 and not caring about the consequences; she does what she wants, when she wants. After all, words were made to be broken.

History: Akantha is an orphan, or at least, she thinks she's an orphan. In a city as large as Chicago, it was hard to track down a specific set of people with such a common name as 'Anderson'. Sometimes Akantha sits back and imagines who they could have been or what they would ahve done. Killed in a car crash while an aunt not responsible enough for a constant baby babysat, a rape victim who just couldn't look into the face of her child without feeling hate and regeret, an uncaring hooker who didn't want the burden of a child, a teenage couple who were unable to take the responsibilities of parenthood, murdered in an alley by a gang with no other family than thier only daughter, or even a dirt broke woman who made a big mistake. Akantha will never know. All shes knows is that it left her on the doorstep of the orphanage at three months old and a name tag.

It had been a large orphanage with many kids and little money. Akantha had been cared for and downright spoiled by one of the caretakers who retired after a year of caring for the now one-year-old baby. After that, Akantha was usually forgotten about and given little to no attention other than the usual things that must be done for a baby that she can't do herself. This went on for years until Akantha was about ten and she started to sneak out to meet the people of the real world.

Two years later, the orphanage was shut down because of lack of funds. The kids were going to be moved to a bigger orphanage with more money out of state. Akantha couldn't bear to leave the city where she was sure she was born, and didn't want to go to an even bigger place when she was practically invisible with the amount of children they already had. Maybe in time she would be able to find her parents. Akantha snuck out to the streets, going unnoticed by the cartakers.

Many people were willing to help Akantha at first and show her the ways of hte streets, which was to steal. At first it was only stealing things she needed to survive like an apple from a street vender or a loaf of bread from the store as she had been taught. When she got better at thefting and her mentors had moved on, she began to steal bigger things in larger quantities as well as breaking into homes to keep herself clean or clean-er than some other street people.

When she was caught at thirteen she had been drying her hair. A neighbor had heard the water runnning in the apartment next door and knowing the owner was at work, called the police. When they arrived, they not only discovered her breaking and entering, but also found a grocery bag filled with stolen goods. Akantha was immediately arrested and taken to the juvinile correction facility where they discovered that there was no room for her. Because she was still just a minor, jail wasn't an option and Akantha couldn't be moved to another Juvy because she had broken the law in that city and couldn't be moved for punishmetn elsewhere, St. Peter's ageed to take the young girl in. And here she has stayed, for five long years, the place has seemed to grow on her.

Placement: Techniqually, she's a patient on low-security, but she's basically just a wanderer around this place.

Other: Her past experiences with theft and breaking and entering has given Akantha an upperhand in being able to sneak in and uncover files. PArticularly fascinating ones she will steal for a bedtime read and return the next day.

[Leonela]

Name:Crystal Amethyst Maerly
Age:17
Appearance:Crystal has blond hair and blue eyes. She looks like she came straight out of a magazine. She is 5"6'.
Orientation: Straight
Gender:Female
Personality:Crystal is very inclosed. She is kind to all people but it very shy and personal.Only a few friends know her and how she really is.
History:Amethyst has always seemed strange. When she turned 10, she got her first laptop. She began to track down all the murdered people and their cases, watching them like there was no tomorrow. Then, she began to get obsessed with music. A normal teenage thing to do. But after that she got obsessed with unnatural things. She began to hear things too. She was taken to doctors all over the country and was tested with multiple things, ADHD and schizophrenia. She read books about faeries and other types of creatures. She wanted to know all about them. Then, one day she thought this one man was a vampire and stabbed a knife through his heart, killing him in a heartbeat. But she wasn't caught and she wanted to keep it that way. Crystal then saw a pregnant woman. She thought she saw her open her mouth and fangs came out. She pushed the woman into the dark alley and murdered her and her unborn child. But this time she was caught. They did not press charges against her, which was very odd but they sent her to a asylum. Which is where she is now.
Current Placement: Patient
Obsessions:Music, Green Day, Ghosts, un-natural occurrences, murders, mysteries, vampires, werewolves, fairies, pixies.

[Drew]

Name: (Sorry for the terrible name, especially last name. Can't handle those.) Kira Hudson
Age: 13
Appearance:
She is younger than in this picture, and usually puts her hair up in pigtails.
Her hair is kinda spiky, unlike in the pic above. She likes finding natural ways to make it as spiky-looking as she possible can. She has unnaturally pale skin, even for an albino. Oh ya, and she's albino. She has a scar on her back, from being pushed into a stone by some bullies. She also has a black eye, from being punched by one of the bullies, right before she went crazy. She has light pink eyes.

Orientation: Lesbian.
Gender: She's female.
Personality: She thinks she's a ghost. She acts like it, and speaks of times that happened, and terrible things that happened to her in her past -- though nothing really did. She enjoys spooking people, and talks strangely.
She also keeps trying to kill herself, though doing it without any blood. Whenever she tries to do this, she always mutters: "I'm a ghost. I'm not supposed to be in this world..." over and over again.

Description of ghost like behavior:
She talks in a high voice, and likes sitting on railing, as in movies she's always seen ghosts acting that way. She blinks as little as possible, staring right at the person who she's talking to. She'll seem side-tracked, and sometimes start randomly talking about her "death". She'll smile when doing this, occasionally giggling. If possible, she'll then skip away to where you can't see her, trying to act as if floating.

Occasionally, her personality will change, to what she was like before being bullied. She was a happy-go-lucky girl, always smiling and laughing. Optimistic and ready to try almost anything.
History:
Kira had always been bullied in school for being albino and lesbian. She was the outsider, the one to bully. One day, the principle held an announcement, that made Kira very angry.
"We are proud to announce, that our school has received an award for the least amount of bullying in the state!"
This was true. There was only one person being bullied at the school. Kira. Humans often enjoy having one enemy, and will unite in those circumstances. This is what had happened at Kira's school.

Kira didn't dare tell her parents, thinking that they couldn't help, that they might even be disappointed in her.

This continued for a long time, until Kira was 12, in fact. Then, something happened. Students from the school started disappearing, one by one. Police were called in to investigate. Kira faked her disappearance, to remove suspicion from herself. They searched for who could be doing it. Eventually, they caught Kira in the act of killing a boy who had disappeared recently. At that time, at total of 12 students had disappeared from the school, not including Kira.
(view spoiler)[ Kira had killed the students by chopping off their head, then their arms, and then their legs. Nobody knows where she hid the body parts. The asylum's doctors suspect that she had gone crazy, and believed she was a ghost around then, and that she might have believed that she was getting revenge on her "murderers" by doing what she believed they had done to her, to them. (hide spoiler)]

Kira was sent to St. Peter's Asylum because she had obviously went crazy. After murdering 12 people, she was too young to go to jail. So, of course, she got sent here. She hates her parents for letting her be bullied, and not realizing that it was happening. For not crying hard enough when she went missing, for not realizing it soon enough.
11 of the students murdered were boys, as they were the ones who bullied Kira the most.

Kira does not remember this, though. She seems to have fake memories, of dying. She remembers being (view spoiler)[ chopped up into many pieces, and then sold for her parts. Occasionally, in remote places, albinos are sold for their parts, because witchdoctors will use them for potions. (*triumph* I found the wiki article I read before, on Albinos. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Albino#S..., in particular.) (hide spoiler)]. She murdered them in different places. Whichever place was the most convinent, and the least likely to be seen.

She acts like a ghost, moaning about what happened to her and how unfair it was. She's pretty messed up.

Current Placement:
Patient-- High Security.
Obsessions:
She's very interested in the paranormal, insisting that she is one herself.

Likes the feel of other's blood, especially mean people.

Tries to kill herself a lot.

Likes hatchet--type weapons.

Other: Kira has no visitors. Her parents don't encourage her at all, and seem to have no hope for her.


She just recently arrived here, and hasn't met anyone yet.

She doesn't remember what happened to her, and she doesn't remember that she has ever hurt anyone. she (usually) believes she is a ghost. When she doesn't, she is confused and doesn't know how she got here.

[Drew]

Name: Tina Jennifer
Age: 12
Appearance:



She a straight-haired brunette, with blue eyes, and a smile. She wears any dress of any type, as long as the dress is comfortable. She prefers not to wear leggings, though will if the dress is too short. Tina tries to go barefoot as much as possible, though will wear flip-flops if necessary. She has a few freckles that dot her face, and the occasional pimple. Her build is in general small, and she could be looked over, though not easily.
Orientation: Bisexual
Gender: Female
Personality: Laughing and smiling. Completely carefree. She speaks her mind, unless it's a sad thought-- then, she'll banish that thought from her brain, and think of other, happier things. Optimistic to the fullest, and she won't believe that anything really bad can happen to her or anyone around her. Doesn't try hard, just wants to have fun for as long as she can. Never dwells on anything sad. She can't stand pessimistic people, but won't leave them-- she'll try to cheer them up as much as she can, and won't stop until she does, or the person leaves. Never, ever, sad.
Tina's not all that smart, with the knowledge of a 10 yr old. She'll try to cheer people up, but usually only does it with jokes, as she doesn't really know how to cheer others up in any way. She doesn't understand people who are careful, because she thinks that if you die, you'll be reborn again, so that your soul is immortal. She does believe that her body is immortal, too, and that that is not normal for others. She believes that when you are reborn, you loose all memories of your previous life. She believes that she is the only one who's body is immortal.
History:
Tina was always a good girl. Her parents loved her, she had average grades in school, and lots of friends. In many ways, Tina had the perfect life, with parents who adored her, and lots of friends. No stress, and no troubles, nothing bad. Her teachers adored her, and everybody who met her liked her. The neighbors-- everyone. Her parents showed her off in church, and at social meetings and parties. Everyone congratulated her parents on having such a good, wonderful girl that worked hard and was successful. They said that Tina would grow up to do great things, as she worked hard and wouldn't let failure get her down.

Then, Tina reached middle school. Her happy-go-lucky attitude didn't fit, as she couldn't work hard enough to get good grades. Her parents urged her to work harder, and not fail school. Her friends started to abandon her. Her teachers started badgering her. And, for Tina, who had had the perfect life right until then, this was too much. She attempted suicide. She was almost successful-- it was her closest friend, Minami, who saved her. Tina had attempted to jump off her father's office building, but Minami had stopped her-- sadly, by force. Tina stopped being friends with Minami. She attempted suicide again-- Minami had not told her parents or anyone about the first attempt. This time, she attempted it by stabbing herself with a knife. She was successful-- with stabbing herself, not killing herself. She was admitted to a hospital, in a coma. She survived. Her brain had been damaged, though, from lost of blood. She was convinced that she was immortal, and couldn't die. She was admitted to St. Peter's Asylum to recover, and hopefully be convinced that she isn't immortal.
Current Placement: (Patient, Nurse, Volunteer, Visiting Family Member, etc.)
Patient-- Average Security
Obsessions:
Writing. She writes about everything that's happened to her, everything she thinks, everything that she can. She doesn't hide her writing, and will sometimes even show it to her close friends. This doesn't mean that she is super-duper-nice in her diary-- she writes whatever pops into her mind, including offensive things.
Other: Her family visits her a lot, to see her recovery. Occasionally, her former best friend Minami will, but the visits are few and far between.

[Iviana (The Sign Painter)]

Name: Tessa Noel Richardson
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
Age: 18
DOB: 16 November

Appearance: With a pair of olive green eyes, Tessa can be quite the pretty sight. Layered, shoulder-length, auburn hair falls to just past her shoulders. Her willowy frame comes from a touch of anorexia nervosa. A few scars lace her forearms, some deeper than others, though they are often covered up with long sleeved shirts and sweaters. Her fair skin can be associated from the lack of time she spends outside. Of average height, Tessa stands at just over 5'8". There are a few dark rings around her eyes from the aforementioned anorexia.


History: Contains potentially offensive and unsettling themes. Reader discretion is advised.

Tessa Noel Richardson was diagnosed with dissociative identity disorder (DID), also known as Multiple Personality Disorder, at the age of 17. Along with DID, she was diagnosed with comorbidities (the presence of one or more mental disorders): major depressive disorder and anorexia nervosa.

Tessa began as an average little--spritely and full of energy. Her parents, Elizabeth and Isaac Richardson, were loving and cared for the well being of their daughter. Isaac seemed to take particular note of his little girl's energy. He was nearly always with her, no matter where they were.

~

Tessa has no recollection of the following.

One night, Elizabeth, upon insistence from her husband, took a girls' night out, leaving Tessa and her father alone. Isaac offered up a game to play with her. Of course, being the child that she was, she couldn't help but jump at the opportunity to play with her father. He took the opportunity to molest his daughter in the cramped hallway bathroom. Along with the sexual abuse, he electrocuted her, threatening her by saying that he'd do it again if she ever told about what happened.

During this, Tessa formed her disorder as a form of coping with the trauma, as so many others have. Because of this, her memory of her childhood is obscured and vague, only recalling a few events, but never the bathroom incident.

A few months after assaulting his daughter, Isaac left the family, much to the confusion of Elizabeth and Tessa. Nearly a year later, Elizabeth remarried to Harry Elliott and their family returned to normal. Or at least, as normal as it could.

~

At the age of 17, Tessa began showing signs of DID. She began acting out of character. Her parents assumed it might have been hormonal changes in her body, though began worrying when they found her cutting herself with a look of repulsion on her face. When they questioned her, she lashed out at them and claiming that her name wasn't Tessa, but instead Tempest. Her parents brought her to a doctor who diagnosed her with the disorder. She began to go through therapy, but when she began developing her other disorders, they decided that St. Peters would be better suited for the job than the local therapist.

Personalities:
Tessa: The host. Tessa herself is a soft spoken. She's kind to most everyone she meets. She doesn't do well under pressure and often times has panic attacks when under stress. When she was at school, she frequented the bathroom as a safe haven for when she needed to calm herself down. Much like her parents, she wishes to find out why what's happening to her is happening. As she is new to the asylum, she's still coping with change.

Tempest: An angry personality who is set out to destroy Tessa. Her resentment towards the host personality is unclear, as she dislikes talking to other people. Her stature is often poor and her tone is distinct from Tessa, often filled with swearing and the like.

Cecily: (SEH-sih-lee) A prim and proper fourteen-year-old who doesn't tolerate rudeness of any sort. She usually takes over when Tessa is about to collapse under pressure, as she picks up material quicker and is overall more responsible. Although her up-tightness might be a bit misleading, she's open to discuss all topics and will state her opinion very blatantly.

Annie: Oh poor timid, shy, little Annie. She comes out during the therapy sessions, when she needs to relive all of the abuse. She was the first personality to emerge from Tessa. She took all of the psychological harm away.

Of course, there are more than these four, though these four are the most recurring personalities in Tessa's daily life.

Current Placement: Patient -- medium to high security, depending on how she reacts during therapy sessions.

Obsessions: A notebook which Tessa uses to communicate with her other personalities.

Other:
Relationships:
Elizabeth Richardson: Mother. She tries to visit twice a month, though work takes priority.
Harry Elliott: Stepfather. He tries to accompany his wife on her visits, though work takes priority.
Isaac Richardson: Father. As far as the family can tell, he's disappeared from the face of the earth. No one has seen him since.

[Eros]

Name: Adrien Xavier Xanthis
Age: 17
Appearance: Dark cold eyes that are never a single colour always changing and swirling with emotion. Brown hair sweeping gently to the side with a liad back yet elegant sweep to it just at his brow line...A sharb jaw line and handsome features...His skin is radiant as the sun and moon combined...with a dark luminesence unable to be described fair or tan....Muscles that are tightened in his abdomen and pecs all through his body it ca be seen Health and Stregnth
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Orientation: Bisexual
Personality: He is rather Quite. He is also very precise on watching people and their every move the way people walk talk and work...He is Sly and CLever...He is also a bit of a Silvertongued Seducer. But Still maintains his allusive and yet alluring quite and shy status...
History: Born in Bristol, England...His family was rather wealthy and well known...He often spent most of his time out of the life of buisness and constantly worked volenteer hours at animal shelters and zoos...His father was an abusive drunk and his mother became a real black widow...constantly marrying men and killing them until one caught on and kille dher...His father let her because it gave them alot of money and made them wealthy...He himself went a bit mental and the maids said the boy had gone barmy when he turned 13...He burned everyone of the family houses to the ground then killed his father...well he drove the man to killing himself at age 15...The boy was seen to have a mental illness ontop of Bipolar, OCD, ADD, ADHD, and Split-Persona Disorder, Anxiety, Depression....and that seems to be it...except he has often been said to be gifted in such an odd way he speaks to himself yet talks to peopple who are not visible....
Current Placement: (Patient
Obsessions: Well having OCD he has meaning Obsessions that he can't help such as little ones when poping a can tab he twist it to the right before drinking....He must watch the ground as he walks in fear it may just very well vanish if he doesn't keep his eyes on it...He keeps his bed sitting in the far corner away from the window and door...and when talking to someone or being questioned he must repeat almost every thing they say back to himself to actually comprehend it...He is often seen twirling a penicil between his fingersof his left hand.
Other:

[MollyRena]

Name:Razor *Real name Tyler Mathews*

Age:26

Appearance:
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Razor has light brown hair that sticks up as shown in the bottom picture. His eyes are a light blue with a hint of insanity in them. His smile is white yet creepy showing he is a killer. His nails are cracked and chipped on his right hand because he is always hitting something or he is biting them. His left hand is covered with a thick glove because his left hand still has the razors he shoved in them. He is very pale. He looks as if he hadn't seen daylight in weeks. He is physically fit because in his spare time he works out as much as he can. it takes his mind off the fact he has nothing left in life.

Orientation:straight

Gender:male

Personality:Razor is an insane murder. He is very rude for the fact he would kill someone in a heart beat and spit on their dead body. He can be very sarcastic when he wants because he hates when people act "stupid". His bluntness is sometimes a great thing if you want to know something but sometimes not so much. He'll make sure you know if he likes you of not..most of the time he doesn't like anyone. He does not trust anyone This is do to the fact his father was a drunken and beat him so much. He also loves pain so if he ever gets the chance he will try to hurt someone.

History:Razor of course is not his real name. Tyler Mathews is his real name. He was sent from asylum to asylum sense age 16 because he murdered his family and wouldn't stop hurting people.

He was born November 5, 1986. He grew up in a trailer home on the outskirts of a small town in Iowa. His father was a drunken and was always hurting him and his mother. He has scars on his back from when his father had hit him repeatedly with a belt. His mother always slept with other men when his father wasn't around. Tyler soon got enough his life was nothing but dust. One night he picked up a knife and while his father was sitting in front of the TV he slit his throat. When his mother came home from getting some cigarettes he stabbed her 10 times in the chest. He was sent to an orphanage. Police not knowing who the killer was. Because Tyler was hurt so much he began hurting others for the enjoyment he had killing his parents. It started out small. such as sticking pins in other kids arms. Then it got worse he broke other kids arms and legs. It got to the point he killed a kid shoving a pillow on his face. He then went more insane when one asylum locked him away for months beating him swearing at him.

Tyler never really cared where he went for the fact he feels deep down he has nothing left. The police getting clues from the murders he had done asked him questions. Of course knowing him he gave them all the answers they wanted. He was thrown into prison for 6 years.

When out he was moved to a new asylum that allowed slightly more freedom. The police thought the time in prison fixed Tyler a little but they were wrong. One night after he was moved to the new asylum it was shower time Tyler slipped away to the girls bathroom and found razors. He picked them up and hid them in his asylum uniform. When locked back up he pulled out the razors and took the apart. He took the razor part in shoved on in each finger on his left hand screaming as he did so. He was finally sent here with a thick glove covering his left hand because by now his skin has already attached it's self to the razors. Pulling them out would not only be painful for Tyler but a bloody mess. This is why Tyler is called Razor.

Current Placement:Patient

Obsessions:Razor has an obsession for Razors...of course. Also he has an obsession over pain.

Other:Nope I don't believe there is anything else to add.

[ℋɑƞƞɑℎ]

Name: Luciana, pronounced like the state Louisiana, but she goes by Lucy, Hildrow
Age: 17
Appearance: Lucy is a tiny, petite girl standing at only 4'10". She is slender and lithe. She has the built of a porcelain doll, but trust me, she is by no means delicate.
Her complexion is that of alabaster, like it had never seen a day in the sun before. She likes it when her cheeks are pink, so she will either slap them or pinch them. She's got a little, petite nose; one that almost looks like a baby's nose. She has large, doll-like peridot color eyes. She has given up trying to make them blue when her marker privileges were revoked since she was caught trying to color her iris. It's a wonder how she's not blind. Long, black eyelashes frame her eyes, but her lashes are thin. She's constantly gently tugging on them, looking for loose ones as she likes to eat the lashes. An odd little obsession...

Lucy has long, light blonde hair that comes to her mid to lower back. It has a bit of a wave to it, but other than that its stick straight. She hates it. She demands it be curled and will throw a fit if it's straight. The easiest way is to either braid it when it's wet then take it out, or put it up and convince her it looks nice.

Orientation: Straight
Gender: Female
Personality: Lucy has the mentality of a young child. She is happy and bubbly like a child. She is kind and sweet like a child. She's talkative and talks to everyone. She won't leave until you talk back to her. However, Lucy does not have the innocence of a child.
She talks of horrifically morbid things, normally nursery rhymes and fairy tales. She may even come up with her own story and explain it in morbid detail. She prefers Grimm's fairy tales. Her drawings are also pretty ghastly, normally including corpses, with rainbows behind them.

Lucy also has the emotional control of a young child. When she's happy, you know she's happy. She is all smiles and she is seen skipping around. Her drawings are fairly normal. If you saw her, you'd think she was just an oversized kid. Why would she be in an asylum?

When she's sad, everyone knows she is sad. Sometimes, it's as simple as asking her why she wants her hair curled. She will either tell you in sobs, or she will get angry. Sometimes, it's more complex and it's hard to tell why she's sad, but her sobs are chilling.

Now, when Lucy's mad, everyone better watch out. She throws a good old two year old temper tantrum. She screams, she throws stuff, she hits people, she cries, she flings herself on the floor. It would almost be comical if she wasn't dangerous. It's hard to get her out of her fits, but it is possible and a different way every time. If you can get past her anger, her sobs, and her graphically morbid mind, Lucy really is a sweetheart.
History: Most doctors believe the reason Lucy acts like a two year old is because of her horrific past, her mind has resorted to it's current child-like state. But let's start at the beginning.

"Let's tell a story! Once upon a time..." Torri Jackson, age 17, was walking home in a bad part of town. She was jumped by a gang and dragged into a dark alley. What happened next was pretty obvious and she ended up pregnant. The true father is unknown. Torri wanted to abort the babies, but her mother refused to let her. She told Torri to suck it up, give the baby life, and give them to a poor couple who couldn't have babies of their own! So she did, she sucked it up. She found a man who was willing to adopt the baby.

Dante Hildrow brought her home to his house deep in the backwoods of Louisiana. He said he homeschooled the girl. He raised her as his own until she was about ten. Dante was a drunk and very interested in how the human body works. He started experimenting with her. Trying things with her, things a grown man should never do with a little girl. He liked seeing how far he could hurt her. He liked to try to see how long she could hold her breath underwater. He would tie weights to her feet and drop her in the lake. He violated her in every way he could. That's how little Lucy lived. Being in pain to the brink of death, touched where she she never be touched, used and abused. As she grew older, it only got worse. She thought that's how you lived, Dante used to tell her that's how his dad raised him. He was manipulative and convinced the little Lucy that he loved her and he was just preparing her for the real word. Lucy believed him.

Lucy is 14 and she is tired of this. She tries to run away. Dante catches her. This isn't the first time she tried to run away, but this is the worst punishment she has received. This has nothing to do with Dante's weird obsession with the human body. Dante is drunk, Dante is angry. The abuse is almost more than she can handle. "After all I've done for you this is how you repay me?!" She hates fire. She hates fire. He is shoving her arm in the hot flames while beating her with a white hot iron rod. She is screaming.

A girl had been kidnapped and the police were investigating the area when they hear a blood curdling scream. They make a dash towards the sound and find Lucy and Dante.
Dante was arrested and actually sentenced the death penalty. Lucy spent a little bit of time in an asylum, but was released after about a year and a half. She was actually living life like a regular girl! She lived with an elderly couple. She went through boyfriends extremely fast. She was starting to act like a child, but it was dismissed as nothing.

One cold December night, the couple decided to light a fire. Lucy went into utter hysterics. The couple panicked and scheduled a visit to a shrink the next day after school. The next day at school, her ex started yelling at her. Lucy, however, didn't see her ex yelling, she saw Dante. She panicked and launched herself at him. Screaming and hitting him and clawing him and biting him. She was finally pulled from the poor boy. After a visit with the shrink and because of her history of being in an asylum and her childlike behavior and the incident, she was sent to St. Peter's.

Something has Lucy convinced if she can change her appearance, she can change who she is. If she is beautiful, her awful past would have disappeared, which is why she wants her hair curled and her cheeks pink and her eyes blue (even though that has been given up).
Current Placement: Patient, medium security
Obsessions: Having pink cheeks, biting on her eyelashes (so she pulls the loose ones out), having curly hair, Grimm's fairy tales.
Other:

[Kat]

Name: Rory Schlouzky
Age: Sixteen (Junior, been in St. Peters for a year and a half)
Appearance:


Bright blue eyes stare up at you from underneath black lashes. His skin resembles porcelain, which crinkles at the sides of his lips when a smile appears. Dark brown hair is often pushed away from his face in a hasty manner or left hanging on his matching eyebrows. His features are soft, face long and handsome. Abused lips that tuck under perfectly white teeth have a pinkish tone.
His body is lean, muscular but not in an obvious way. Hands that often hold strings or a pen are well callused and a posture that is so crooked it makes you cringe. The most popular style choice of Rory is dark wash jeans or cloth drawstring pants with a flannel or sweatshirt, a simple pair of Vans and a beanie. Sometimes if he’s feeling good he’ll sport a nice button down shirt or a t-shirt. He loves his socks, though. It’s a little secret he keeps. Sort of like a metaphor to himself. Always wearing bright and colorful, long socks. No one ever knows except for the people who do his laundry.

Orientation: Rory hasn’t been in a relationship, and really isn’t certain.
Gender: Male
Personality/History: I’m combining these for reasons that you can question after your read my paragraph(s).
Rory is an amicable person if you can break down his walls. See, this certain dark haired boy has an obsession with failure. It is actually what landed him in St. Peter’s. It started out as a competitiveness and self-motivation, which is healthy for adolescents. Then it became obsessive. In the seventh grade, he would cry himself to sleep in worry that he would fail a test and then he would snowball his thoughts to not being able to get into a good college and dying on the streets. Sitting in bed, unable to sleep because of the anxiety of events that haven’t even happened gave him. He began to read to escape, and that worked for a while. That’s when the sleep deprivation set in. Going to school with purple circles under his blue eyes and messy black hair, he would proceed to fall asleep in class. Hence, he would then fail tests. Coming home, he would face his mother who would act disappointed. Right around this time his father also left their family. Rory didn't have any siblings and blame it on himself. He was convinced his father was so ashamed of him that he left. It tore him apart, pressed a weight against his lungs and set a jitterness in his veins. Rushing up the stairs, Rory sat in his room and let it out. Screaming into a pillow with his frustration, and then repeating the cycle. In reality, his father left the family for another woman. There was no escaping the constant anxiety and sleep deprivation. Slowly but surely he became a walking robot at school, and lost his friends. He began to think of how worthless he was. Hell, he couldn’t even go to sleep by himself! How was he supposed to survive the rest of his life? That’s when the self- harm started. He knew about it before, but never understood. Then he got it. When Rory reached a point where he thought he was a poor representation of a human, someone destined to fail, he almost felt it was right to be punished. It would make the panic disappear, just to watch the beads of blood fall from his abdomen or wrists. It was the only way to escape the feeling of perpetual failure, weighing on his lungs and making him breath quick.

Eventually in his freshman year, he didn’t want to continue this lifestyle anymore. So, one day he went to school and stole a bottle of vodka from the liquor cabinet at home. He found some pills from his mother’s surgery and downed them in the bathroom. It felt so good, to know he had not future to worry about. His few moments of bliss ended, though, as a janitor came and found him and his bottles. He was rushed to a hospital where his stomach was pumped and he survived. A bunch of people he barely knew and didn’t like came to visit him and he was shipped to St. Peters for care and diagnosed with anxiety.
If you come across Rory in the facility, he’ll most likely be at the library reading or watching a movie. He also likes to draw, which is the only thing he doesn’t worry about failing at. He’s pretty much given up on his future, because who would employ a person from a mental hospital? Rather to himself, his eyes are always downwards and he rarely smiles. The nurses like him because he doesn’t put up a fit and isn’t completely dormant. He mostly just doesn’t see the purpose in life anymore. Though sometimes his old self will come out. If you ever meet the old Rory, you’ll find a sociable jokester who’s very athletic and kind hearted. Everyone likes him because he can always lighten the mood but you can also go to him for advice. He’s an all around people person. Consider yourself special if he reveals that person to you.
Current Placement: Patient- Low security
Other: His mother often comes to visit him, but he’s not technically cured yet so he has to stay here. He’s also very honest with his doctors and loves music. Especially playing his guitar.

[Kat]

Name: Mai Kawoi

Age: Twenty-Six

Appearance: [image error]
Jet black straight hair frames both sides of her distinctively Asian face. Her features are very oriental, accompanied by dark eyes and brows. Her smile is like a secret, complimenting defined cheek bones and a porcelain skin tone. Her body is rather petite, but don’t mistake her for weak.

Orientation: Straight

Gender: Female

Personality: Mai is a studious girl, very bright and intelligent. Though she is very talented in many fields she isn’t boastful and takes a modest approach to life. She is kind, but tends to fade into the background when in large groups of people. She was taught to speak when spoken to, and follows that rule even today. Though, when she is spoken to, she makes the most of it. Every word is well mannered and thought about before spoken. Though her opinions are strong, they are never impolite and she prefers to argue them with fact than profanity. She was raised in a stern household, and has very prominent views on respect. Mai has no problem reprimanding a child when they are naughty, but she doesn’t do it in a mean way. Mean is just not in her nature, but discipline is. Many children enjoy her company because she is so soft spoken and won’t interrupt if they’re telling a wondrous story that most adults wouldn’t listen to. She has a bright imagination and is great at entertaining younger people because she also has a near endless patience, but don’t take that as being a pushover. She rarely ever really gets mad, and is tenacious about her work. If she sets her mind to something, she’ll get it done. Her uncle always said she’d make a great business man, because she is like a lake. Calm and still on the surface, but teeming with life and activity underneath.
History: Mai was born into an influential household of a rich Japanese business man who had recently expanded to America. She was brought up learning many languages, instruments and skills by various tutors. Attending school in her own household, she found herself sheltered from the outside world so that she would not be harmed. She was taught perfect table manners, always the shining pride of her father at business dinners. Her intelligence also was attributed by being intuitive, though, and she was always coming up with new ideas and plans that were brilliant but dangerous. She could grasp almost any concept, destined to be a brilliant physicist or philosopher, but her family expected her to marry into another influential family and become a, for lack of better term, trophy wife. Mai didn’t like this idea, but she dare not voice these opinions to her father. She went on the internet, and started a blog about her life. She was careful to erase her tracks, not letting on anything about who she was, just a general blog in the sea of the like. Her followers supported her, and by the advice of many of them, she confronted her father and told him that she wanted to become a doctor.
Her father scoffed at her, and brushed her aside. Now, Mai was determined. She knew she could do it, and she also knew that she wanted to help people. So, one night she snuck out, easily deactivating the alarm system and sneaking past the slumbering guards. It was weird, to be outside and not be accompanied by anyone, and on her own two feet, not riding in a vehicle. She caught a train, the whole experience new and exciting. She started college with some money from her supportive uncle, aiming to be a nurse because she didn’t want to draw attention to herself.
One day Mai was walking to a lecture and was kidnapped. Her father’s rival in the market knew he had been looking for her and held her for ransom. Mai was beaten, restrained and tortured for information she didn’t know. The industry her father worked in was never spoken about in her house, and she never was going to ask. Her father paid the money, and she was returned home. She refused to speak to anyone, wondering why she had to be cursed with the life that didn't allow her anything. One day her father visited in her room, and all of a sudden she was a torrent. Screaming, shouting, bashing, the guards ran but her father called them off. She scream, why did I have to be the one with this life, this is your business not mine, I spent my whole life being the perfect daughter, I want to do what I want, and he sat there with his head down, nodding. Then she collapsed and when she awoke she was in St. Peters.
Her sentence was short, seeing as she was smart and quickly learned the pattern of the questions that the doctors asked her. She satisfied them, seeing as they concluded that though the emotional scar of the kidnapping would remain, the constant reminder had faded. Yet, Mai never really thought that was what drove her over the edge. The fact that she couldn’t escape her family was the reason why she went insane, unable to cope any more. Her life was the will of someone else, and that was why she was driven over the edge.
Mai finished college and became a St. Peters nurse to help people like she was helped.

Current Placement: Nurse

Obsessions: Playing her violin

Other:

[Ellen]

Name: Dante Norment
Age:19
Appearance:He has shoulder length black hair and light blue eyes.He has a swimmers lean body and a surfer tan.
Orientation: gay
Gender:male
Personality:hes lazy(shikamrau and worse lazy)and is antisocial. he likes kids that are 8 and under more than adults .he is loyal if loyalty is earned.
History:didnt want to cope with the rest of the world, finds just about everyone normal to be backstabbing peole that he has homicidal feelings for. is rich when orphaned at two weeks old. so he found a place here. since he doesnt have to work he kinda just hangs around.
Current Placement: If young kids come in he takes care of them/moocher/person that is just there.
Obsessions: music obession, people usually dont notice
Other: has atounge ring

[Hope , I belong here more than they do.]

Name: Carlos Miguel Rivera

Age: Fifteen (15)

Appearance: It’s not hard to tell that Carlos is Hispanic by birth. His skin is nut brown, tanned from his heritage as well as the sun, complementing the darkness of his other features: chocolate brown eyes sit below natural, slightly thick eyebrows, framed by lashes that are raven-black to match his hair. Wide and revealing, this boy’s eyes are indeed the windows to his soul—it will only take a glance at them before you’re able to tell his mood. More information on that can be found further south, past his narrow, slightly upturned nose, at his lips, which are full and seem to be puckered in a sort of permanent pout when they’re not smiling (which is, admittedly, quite rare—more often than not, you’ll find them parted in a wide smile that reveals two rows of straight white teeth.) While he’s clearly past puberty, Carlos’s features in general have just begun to lose their more childlike roundness. His cheekbones are round but not quite defined yet, and his high forehead a bit pronounced. The image of boyishness is only accented by his hair, which is cut short and close to his head but still has enough wave in it to fall down in slight curls over his forehead. Still, it shouldn’t come as all too much of a surprise when you learn his age; because this young boy has the figure of a man.

Carlos stands sturdy and somewhat stout at the height 5’7, and weighs in at 120 pounds. He’s got a noticeably muscular frame despite his average weight, and finds most of said weight to be equally distributed all about him. He doesn’t have much of an athlete’s figure or grace—in fact he might seem at first almost awkward on his feet—but can move quite quickly for a boy built for strength (as the many nurses he often leads on wild goose chases can tell you.) All in all, however, Carlos is not much of an imposing boy. He’s got the overall look of your average teenager—but of course, that’s not accounting for his personality.

Orientation: Straight

Gender: Male

Personality: There’s no denying—Carlos is a strange one. He matches up almost exactly to your stereotypical psycho: he’s the boy with the strange obsessions who lurks in the back of the room smiling and talking to things that aren’t there, the boy who bursts into fits of maniacal laughter when asked what many consider to be simple questions, the boy who can can string sentences together out of words or topics that are seemingly unrelated and then smile as if you know exactly what he means. No, there’s no doubt that Carlos obviously has something wrong with him—it takes only a glance to figure that out. The question is…what? No one knows exactly what plagues this boy, be it voices or visions or something else entirely. Many have tried asking, but the responses they receive can range from puzzling (“How do you know you’re not the crazy one?”) to ridiculous (“I don’t know, you should ask that cat in the road.”) to downright disturbing (“See that thing over there? Rip its head off and replace it with a doll’s—maybe you’ll find out then.”) More often than not, there’s just no way to get an entirely normal conversation out of this boy no matter what the topic is—because when one roams the ruin of his mind, there’s just no making light of the thoughts. It’s a dark place, full of shadows and images that haunt both the boy’s dreams and waking hours, hiding the trauma, the scars, the beast that has lurked in the back for more than three years. Behind the insanity, there is more to this boy that meets the eye.

In all reality, Carlos is psychotic. The years he spent enslaved have made a permanent mark on his mind, and behind his broken brand of cheerfulness there is more darkness than most would have ever thought possible. He prefers to think of it as a metaphor: his mind is one of the abandoned houses in the back of the neighborhood, unremarkable and maybe even pretty on the outside, but hiding behind the bolted doors a ruined, rotten interior that time only continues to decay. It’s the part of him—which he’s affectionately termed “the beast”—that he’s hidden well from doctors and peers alike, but that doesn’t mean it’s not there. And like everybody else, there are times when he struggles to keep that a secret. This side of him can become evident through a number of things, from his shattered smiles to the way he laughs at all the wrong times to the darkness that lingers in traces behind his eyes whenever he spends long hours by himself. Carlos is not considered notoriously dangerous despite his questionable past because it’s not easy to set him off—but when his mood does take a dark turn, you would be wise to watch yourself.

[Hope , I belong here more than they do.]

History: The Sunshine State was Carlos’s first place of residence. Though his parents were both from Mexico, his mother immigrated to Florida while she was pregnant with him (his father was out of the picture as soon as he found out he’d be having a son) and Miami was, for a while, the only home Carlos ever knew. He led a good life: he was a rambunctious child, and something of a trouble maker—but none of that stopped him from making friends, or earning praise from his teachers in school, or being the light of his mother Dora’s life. A curious streak and a big neighborhood led to a couple forbidden nighttime runs about the city, and more than once his boisterous nature got him in trouble in the woods or on the playground, but Carlos was never what one would consider a bad child. He was healthy, he was happy, he wasn’t making too much of a fuss; no one saw any reason to keep him in their sights at all times, or keep excessive track of his whereabouts. They knew the young boy could take care of himself—or at least, they thought he could.

Carlos was ten when his life took a sudden turn for the worse. He’d been roaming around the city by himself, exploring the newest of the streets and alleys he hadn’t yet mapped, and it was dusk when he finally took notice of the car that had been following him. At first, he didn’t pay it much attention—he figured the driver was just heading along the same direction as he was, it didn’t once cross his mind that there might have been something more. When the driver stopped across the street and called to ask him for directions, he went right over to see if he could be of assistance. He didn’t see the stun gun—or the other men getting out of the car—before he was flat on his back with a pain in his side and several pairs of hands reaching to grab him. There was no time to scream, and definitely no time to try and run; before he knew it, the ten-year-old boy was face-down in the back of a van and rapidly losing consciousness. When he woke up, he was in the back of a small room surrounded by unfamiliar faces, some of them belonging to adults, some to teenagers, some to children younger than he was. Eventually, it was explained to him that he had been kidnapped, and was now on a large property in the northern coast of Mexico, part of a human-trafficking ring.

For the next two years of his life, Carlos was a slave on a sugar cane plantation for a group of men he didn’t know. It was a traumatic experience for him, and a lot to get used to; eighteen-hour workdays, beatings for disobedience, cramped living conditions with what must have been close to three dozen other workers were just the least of the lot. But they were things he learned to deal with, rather well for his age—more often, it was homesickness and fear and general anxiety that would plague the boy. He wondered often about his mother, the friends and life he was taken from, and about what might happen to him in the future. He was terrified of being sold (over the years, he watched as friends were taken by truck from the plantation never to come back) and often found his sleep, little as it was, to be haunted by nightmares. By the time the ring was broken, he was twelve years old, bore many permanent scars—not all of them physical—and had, by then, developed a reputation for violence. More than once he had lashed out as his captors when they came to check on their workforce (one man had nearly been strangled to death, one beaten into unconsciousness, and one shot in the shoulder with a gun Carlos had stolen off of him during an initial struggle.) By the time he was returned to Miami and his mother, institutionalization had been seriously considered for him.

And so it was that Carlos found himself in a small psychiatric hospital, spending his time trying to readjust to normal life again. It took more than a year for him to gain even the smallest sense of normalcy—by the time he was thirteen the boy was still coping with post-traumatic stress disorder as well as sudden and often uncontrollable fits of violent psychosis—but, with unwavering support from his mother and doctors and friends alike, he began to do better. People dared to hope, the doctors started to think that he was going to make a full recovery, the boy himself began to feel as if he was finally piecing his life back together again. And as was usual of the cruel mistress we call fate, all hopes for the future were shattered. Just when the doctors were considering him fit enough to return home and to society, Carlos began to get worse. The nightmares and anxiety that had struck him when he first returned to Florida had gone away, but the psychosis had done anything but retreat; over time, his fits became more frequent and, to the dismay of all, more violent. He would be seized by vivid flashbacks at the most random of times, and attack those around him with vicious glee, not seeing them as they themselves but instead as the vile figures of his past, the men who had kidnapped and enslaved him. He began to become closed off, prone to spending long hours—sometimes even days—at a time by himself in his dorm or simply hiding among the various rooms of the hospital, spending that time feverishly writing down his desire for revenge, to make the men who ruined his life suffer as he had suffered. They became more than fantasies; they became obsessions.

Carlos escaped from his institution he’d called home for the past year when he was fourteen, making his own on the streets of Miami, avoiding police officers and civilians alike as they searched for him. His fantasies about revenge eventually retreated from his mind, leaving simple rage and a desire for violence behind. It was eventual carelessness that got Carlos caught once more. He had been wandering the streets, the blood of an unlucky victim of an episode (a rabbit he’d caught in the woods) staining his clothes, his hands, the butcher knife he had clutched in a death grip. He wasn’t careful enough in his wandering, and it wasn’t long before several police officers caught wind of the bloody boy on the streets and went to ask who he was and what he was doing alone downtown so late at night and where did all the blood come from? One of the officers had been keeping up to date with the news, and recognized him as the boy who had escaped from the psychiatric hospital a few months earlier, and after several hours of coaxing managed to convince him to come down to the station with her to get the entire mess sorted out. After much deliberation, Carlos was sent to St. Peter’s to see if a more advanced facility could do more for him; by now, he's entering his second year at the asylum. He's improved, since that time—but not much.

Current Placement: Patient—Moderate security

Obsessions: None that can really be considered obsessions--but Carlos had a particular fondness for two things. One, green Jolly Ranchers. He doesn’t know why, but the candies have a strangely comforting effect on him, and he can usually be found with one in his mouth (he’s known to pop them when he’s feeling particularly out of it) and at least another handful stashed away in his pockets. The second thing is a set of glass marbles. There are fifteen in all; five red, five blue, and five green. He keeps them in a velvet drawstring bag, and they are always somewhere on his person. Like the green Jolly Ranchers, they help to keep him calm when he’s not feeling himself.

Other: The easiest way to tell Carlos’s mood is to look at his eyes, at the pupils specifically. Many choose to remember it like this—big pupils = big trouble. He’s known, as well, to lapse into Spanish (it’s not his native tongue, but it’s come close enough since his enslavement in Mexico) when excited, ecstatic, or otherwise upset.