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--THE FILES OF; JOLIE CYNTHIA ROUGE; CLASSIFIED; PRIVATE ACCESS ONLY--PATIENT NAME; JOLIE CYNTHIA ROUGE
AGE 23
APPEARANCEHer hair is lush and black, and she also wears the hair of her deceased sister. Pale skin, surprisingly searing blue eyes, perfectly white, straight teeth. Has a ruby grafted into her wrist, claiming she can draw etheric force from it for telekinesis. Also wears a signature, ratty sailors hat
PERSONALITY Sly, sarcastic, caustic, quick witted, often acts animalistic. Likes to blab on about her history and adventures as a pirate lord/ captain, and how she beat all her sailors into wordshiping her, like an alpha of a wolf pack. Demands 'respect' and to be called 'Captain' and often has wonderfully creative threats.
HISTORY Born in England, her parents were raped and murdered, and so as the eldest sister, was forced to take care of her now deceased younger sister. Once her sister died, her only remaining brother joined the army and was stationed in Hawii at age 20, and went AWOL by age 22. Rouge was reported to go on a killing rampage in search of him, and has been living as a stat; WANTED CRIMINAL for a year now, hunting down her 'sister's demons,' convinced a kraken was the fate of her sisters death.
DIAGNOSIS Cannot tell reality from fantasy.
REASON FOR ATTENDANCE Said Diagonosis has caused her to slaughter many citizens.
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Patient Name:
Sophia Maria Clemons
Age:
16, August 16
Appearance:
Sophia is a normal girl, she's pretty, young, but is past the breaking point. She's almost always crying, or looking for someone to cling to. She has bright blue eyes, and long brown hair. She's a really plain girl over all in appearance, but is still young and pretty. She doesn't wear makeup, not liking it. In her words, "Get them off! Get them off stop them get it off!" She's normal, besides for her emotions and mind being jumbled.
Personality:
Her mother had Schizophrenia, Sophia had an obsessed with bugs as a child. These two morphed into Sophia's Schizophrenia. In her case she imagines things all the time, and will often freak out, screaming. She often believes bugs are eating her, or that people who try to touch her are turning into bugs. Some days she'll just whimper and brush off herself for a whole day, others she'll run around the room screaming at the top of her lungs and crying about how someone needs to help her get the bugs off. Her real personality is blocked out of her mind, and her mind has changed her into someone who hallucinates all the time.
History:
I look at my mother in her bed. Daddy calls it... her death bed. I think that means she's sick. They have these weird brown things over her arms. She's been like that for a while, even during my 5th birthday. She didn't get my present, but she talked to me. She told me there were people out there that wanted her. She said that the people in white coats wanted her. I told Mrs. Janie about it. She said Mommy was just scared. Mrs. Janie's really smart, so she must be right. She teaches me math and words and I know stuff because of her. I wonder if I'll be smart like Mrs. Janie when I get big. Oh, Daddy just came into the room, he said Mommy's gone. I asked him where and he said she went up. He won't let me see her. Bye bye Mommy.
Happy birthday to me! I'm 9, and I got a lot of presents from Daddy. Mom's died now. I found that out today. Dad says I was old enough to understand now. He's gotten really sad, and sometimes he would says I'm just like her. I don't talk to anyone at school, no one likes me, not even Mrs. Perez. I think they think I'm weird. I'm quiet but smart. I know where I live (Lundene, England?), my social security number, and the names of 55 rare bugs. I'm learning more each day. Daddy says I better get my grades up though, before I turn into Mom. I responded saying I would like to do that. He sure wasn't happy after that, but whatever. No one understands it. I'm somewhere else, not with them. Bye, bye people.
"Schizophrenia is a mental disorder that makes it hard to: Tell the difference between what is real and not real; Think clearly; Have normal emotional responses; Act normally in social situations." At the age of 10, Sophia's Schizophrenia was starting to surface. Nobody noticed, not even her father. Her grades had just started to slip, and she just started to daydream. She hadn't lost touch with reality. Yet. At age 14, her Schizophrenia really kicked in. She was failing her classes, all of them, and she was daydreaming through everything. Schizophrenia had run in her family for generations, but apparently her father didn't know, and he didn't understand. After her sudden withdrawal from life, he realized that Sophia was like her mother. She looked so much like her, and she had Schizophrenia as well. He needed to send her somewhere else, anywhere. Then an offer came along. She would be gone, and he could live normally. Her father's attitude had changed. He was frightened at how soon she had become her mother. He needed to get rid of her, she was becoming more and more ill by the moment. Her father contacted the asylum, and within the next few days she was taken away. As soon as the walked in, her day changed from one of the whimper days, to the screaming days. Sophia had screamed so much, she was chloroformed and the next time she woke up she was in a room. Covered with bugs. Bye Bye Sophia.
Diagnosis / Why she is Here:
Schizophrenia
Other:
Bugs. All the time.
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{Patient Name:} Zoya Fedora
{Age:} 17
DOB: July 19th 1851
{Appearance:}
She has blonde hair that reaches the small of her back, she has light blue eyes and she reaches the height of 5'6. She has a rather average build, but there is a scar on her shoulder blade from an accident when she was little.
{Personality:} Zoya is all talk and no bite, she feels as if though nothing can be done to her, or it already has, but she won't actually hit someone or make a vilent assault. Though she does like to be rebellious, she often acts out around the asylum.
{History:}
Zoya lived in Russia when she was born, but that didn't last long. Her family traveled around the world, they told her it was because they needed excitement, but the real reason is because they were running away from their crimes. They were all criminally insane, or at least that's what she picked up on when she got older. She felt as if though she didn't belong so she pretended to be insane herself. So she turned herself into the asylum, and she just arrived. She herself doesn't now what she has gotten into.
{Diagnosis/Why she is Here:} There is nothing wrong with her, she turned herself in.
{Age:} 17
DOB: July 19th 1851
{Appearance:}
She has blonde hair that reaches the small of her back, she has light blue eyes and she reaches the height of 5'6. She has a rather average build, but there is a scar on her shoulder blade from an accident when she was little.
{Personality:} Zoya is all talk and no bite, she feels as if though nothing can be done to her, or it already has, but she won't actually hit someone or make a vilent assault. Though she does like to be rebellious, she often acts out around the asylum.
{History:}
Zoya lived in Russia when she was born, but that didn't last long. Her family traveled around the world, they told her it was because they needed excitement, but the real reason is because they were running away from their crimes. They were all criminally insane, or at least that's what she picked up on when she got older. She felt as if though she didn't belong so she pretended to be insane herself. So she turned herself into the asylum, and she just arrived. She herself doesn't now what she has gotten into.
{Diagnosis/Why she is Here:} There is nothing wrong with her, she turned herself in.
__Fɪʟᴇ Nᴀᴍᴇ: RIVERS Cᴏɴғɪᴅᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟ; Aᴜᴛʜᴏʀɪᴢᴇᴅ Pᴇʀsᴏɴɴᴇʟ Oɴʟʏ__
Pᴀᴛɪᴇɴᴛ Nᴀᴍᴇ: Charlie Angela Rivers
Aɢᴇ: 20 DOB: January 22nd
Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ:
[ http://susancoffey.net/gallery/cache/... ]
The patient has supposedly natural bright red and curly hair that currently falls at around shoulder length. Her eyes seem to change in different lights, although they are mostly a pale blue-green. Her skin is soft and pale, almost porcelain-like to look at, aside from the light freckles she has across her nose and cheek. She also has them on her shoulders. Upon closer inspection of her body, there are scars that have faded across her back, as well as some more prominent ones on her wrists and thighs. Her teeth are white and almost perfect. She stands at about five foot six inches.
Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ/Hᴀʙɪᴛs:
The patient is seemingly quite calm about being taken, and while she doesn't seem to be quiet, she's not exactly talkative either, however, her replies are generally well put together, if not a little snarky. It is unknown whether this is due to the person trying to speak to her or just part of her charm. A habit she seems to have is she signs when she speaks. When asked about it, she almost immediately brings her hand up to her mouth and bites down upon it hard enough to leave a lasting mark. This is a reoccurring thing, as we've asked about it several times. The patient also has a habit of stopping in the middle of sentences as if listening for something, usually followed by a flinch, then continuing as if she didn't even pause.
Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ:
"From a young age, something was off about Charlie." - Patient's Father
The patient's mother died during her childbirth, however, it is known that cases of depression ran in the family, and it is very likely she had it in life. The patient grew up with her father (whom admits he had a drinking problem after the mother's death) and two older brothers. According to her father, she had episodes where she'd close herself off from everyone for days to weeks, followed by extremely normal and happy episodes of similar time periods. He also claims that these episodes started around the age of eight, and only got worse the older she got. Starting at the age of thirteen, she began to talking to herself (when asked about this, she claims she talks to her mother mostly, but she can also talk to other people who have died) and using her father's razor to cut at her wrists and thighs. While the family noticed, they did nothing to stop it, or rather didn't know how. The patient refused any help and ran away for weeks every time they tried to give it to her. Three years passed like this, and then she didn't come back for a month. The father and brothers went looking for the patient, and found her being sold off in the Unfortunate Girl's Music Conservatoire. The nickname she insists on, "Her Majesty", originated here, as that's what they called her. The abuse many of her "customers" put her through is where the scars are from. The father took the patient back, but she had only gotten worse in her time gone. She started to hallucinate more often, and the cuts she'd give herself multiplied. She started to cut herself off from reality, according to the father. The patient went through a year of not talking to her family. "It was almost like a switch was flipped." When she began to speak to them again, he said it was sudden and unexpected. "Almost like the past years didn't happen and she was normal." He claims that this didn't last long. The patient turned eighteen and when she did, she almost immediately reverted back to the state she was in before, only worse, the father claims. She spoke to herself and began harming herself again, and ran away often. Years passed of this, until one day, she was found nearly dead in the tub, the cuts on her body causing severe blood loss. That's when her father had contacted the police, unable to handle any more. However, before anyone got there to take her, her brothers tried to help her and wrap her wounds, and she went berserk, clawing at their skin and biting them, even grabbing a kitchen knife and stabbing one of them in the side. During her time here, her danger level is unknown, but she has not tried to attack anyone as of yet, but the father gave warning to keep close check on her with others whom may try to touch her.
Rᴇᴀsᴏɴ ғᴏʀ Bᴇɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ Asʏʟᴜᴍ:
Bipolar Disorder; Schizophrenia; Attempted Murder; Attempted Suicide
Dᴀɴɢᴇʀ Lᴇᴠᴇʟ: Unknown
Sᴜɢɢᴇsᴛᴇᴅ Cᴇʟʟ Bʟᴏᴄᴋ: A or B *May be moved up based on behavior
Oᴛʜᴇʀ Nᴏᴛᴇs:
*Keep watch on behavior around others
Pᴀᴛɪᴇɴᴛ Nᴀᴍᴇ: Charlie Angela Rivers
*Note: Patient insists upon being called Her Majesty
Aɢᴇ: 20 DOB: January 22nd
Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ:
[ http://susancoffey.net/gallery/cache/... ]
The patient has supposedly natural bright red and curly hair that currently falls at around shoulder length. Her eyes seem to change in different lights, although they are mostly a pale blue-green. Her skin is soft and pale, almost porcelain-like to look at, aside from the light freckles she has across her nose and cheek. She also has them on her shoulders. Upon closer inspection of her body, there are scars that have faded across her back, as well as some more prominent ones on her wrists and thighs. Her teeth are white and almost perfect. She stands at about five foot six inches.
Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ/Hᴀʙɪᴛs:
The patient is seemingly quite calm about being taken, and while she doesn't seem to be quiet, she's not exactly talkative either, however, her replies are generally well put together, if not a little snarky. It is unknown whether this is due to the person trying to speak to her or just part of her charm. A habit she seems to have is she signs when she speaks. When asked about it, she almost immediately brings her hand up to her mouth and bites down upon it hard enough to leave a lasting mark. This is a reoccurring thing, as we've asked about it several times. The patient also has a habit of stopping in the middle of sentences as if listening for something, usually followed by a flinch, then continuing as if she didn't even pause.
Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ:
"From a young age, something was off about Charlie." - Patient's Father
The patient's mother died during her childbirth, however, it is known that cases of depression ran in the family, and it is very likely she had it in life. The patient grew up with her father (whom admits he had a drinking problem after the mother's death) and two older brothers. According to her father, she had episodes where she'd close herself off from everyone for days to weeks, followed by extremely normal and happy episodes of similar time periods. He also claims that these episodes started around the age of eight, and only got worse the older she got. Starting at the age of thirteen, she began to talking to herself (when asked about this, she claims she talks to her mother mostly, but she can also talk to other people who have died) and using her father's razor to cut at her wrists and thighs. While the family noticed, they did nothing to stop it, or rather didn't know how. The patient refused any help and ran away for weeks every time they tried to give it to her. Three years passed like this, and then she didn't come back for a month. The father and brothers went looking for the patient, and found her being sold off in the Unfortunate Girl's Music Conservatoire. The nickname she insists on, "Her Majesty", originated here, as that's what they called her. The abuse many of her "customers" put her through is where the scars are from. The father took the patient back, but she had only gotten worse in her time gone. She started to hallucinate more often, and the cuts she'd give herself multiplied. She started to cut herself off from reality, according to the father. The patient went through a year of not talking to her family. "It was almost like a switch was flipped." When she began to speak to them again, he said it was sudden and unexpected. "Almost like the past years didn't happen and she was normal." He claims that this didn't last long. The patient turned eighteen and when she did, she almost immediately reverted back to the state she was in before, only worse, the father claims. She spoke to herself and began harming herself again, and ran away often. Years passed of this, until one day, she was found nearly dead in the tub, the cuts on her body causing severe blood loss. That's when her father had contacted the police, unable to handle any more. However, before anyone got there to take her, her brothers tried to help her and wrap her wounds, and she went berserk, clawing at their skin and biting them, even grabbing a kitchen knife and stabbing one of them in the side. During her time here, her danger level is unknown, but she has not tried to attack anyone as of yet, but the father gave warning to keep close check on her with others whom may try to touch her.
Rᴇᴀsᴏɴ ғᴏʀ Bᴇɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ Asʏʟᴜᴍ:
Bipolar Disorder; Schizophrenia; Attempted Murder; Attempted Suicide
Dᴀɴɢᴇʀ Lᴇᴠᴇʟ: Unknown
Sᴜɢɢᴇsᴛᴇᴅ Cᴇʟʟ Bʟᴏᴄᴋ: A or B *May be moved up based on behavior
Oᴛʜᴇʀ Nᴏᴛᴇs:
*Keep watch on behavior around others
Wow, that is very detailed indeed. As a Mod I say approved, but wait for Sora's final say
{Patient Name}: Eliza Rawlings{Age}: 19 July 22
{Appearance}: http://trendshaircut.com/wp-content/u...
Eliza has brown, shoulder length, choppy hair and dark brown eyes. She is tan and has a skinny, curvy body. She is from Italian origin and has a thick Italian accents and often speaks/mumbles in Italian.
{Personality}: Eliza is a relatively quite girl. But when she does talk she has a sharp and sometimes lethal tongue. She is quite the loner and has a hard time making friends because she always distances herself from people. But she isn't a delicate little flower, if anythings he the exact opposite and is as stubborn as a mule. She refuses to show weakness or emotion, so she often comes across as cold.
{History}: Eliza was born and raised in a small Italian town with her mother and father. Her father was never around because of work, so Eliza was very close to mother. Her mother was the only person Eliza really had in her life, but when she was 13 she started hearing voices, some of them were kind, others were cruel and demanded Eliza to perform terrible deeds, and some where just whispers that she could barely make out. The voices scared her, and she didn't tell her mother. Eliza ignored the voices for as long as she could but soon they got louder and louder, so she gave in and did what they told her to do. At first it was harmless little deeds, such as stealing and lying constantly. Then they increased, demanding that Eliza start bulling and sometimes beating other kids. Soon it got out of control and she stabbed boy who was making fun of her with a small kitchen knife. After this incident her mother pulled Eliza aside and asked her why she was doing these things. Eliza told her about the voices and how they would get louder and louder until she couldn't bear it any longer. Eliza's father soon found out about this and feared she would kill him or his wife and sent her to the asylum.
{Diagnosis/Why she is here}: Schizophrenia / compulsive lier
→Eliza Rawlings is Approved ! and placed in Cell Block A←
I believe that is the appropriate place for her currently. When Sora comes back, if she wants to move her, she can.
I believe that is the appropriate place for her currently. When Sora comes back, if she wants to move her, she can.
UNDER CONSTRUCTION!!!!
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|| Pᴀᴛɪᴇɴᴛ's Fᴜʟʟ Nᴀᴍᴇ || Belle Fleur Delacroix
| Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ | Petal, Rose
| Aʟɪᴀs | N/A
|| Aɢᴇ || Seventeen
| Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ | 27/08
| Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ | Arles, France
| Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ | 01:13 PM [13:13]
| Lɪɴɢᴜɪsᴛɪᴄs |
▸ English
▸ French
|| Sᴇx || Female
| Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ | Feminine
| Sᴇxᴜᴀʟ Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ | Heterosexual
| Rᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ | Heteromantic
| Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs | Single
| Aᴠᴀɪʟᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ | (view spoiler)
| Cʀᴜsʜ | None at the moment
|| Pʜʏsɪᴄᴀʟ Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ||
Her hair is reasonably long in length, reaching her breasts. Her hair is rich black in colour, many people declare there is no such thing as black hair but it is in fact natural in its pigmentation.
Belle's eyes are upturned in shape. They are framed by long dark eyelashes. Her eyes are chocolate in colour, the shade varies often, the reason for this has yet to be pinpointed. They always seem to be focused and quick moving, she tends to analyse every object. Belle's eyebrows are thin and straight, they start low and then they go higher. Her face is oval shape with a somewhat pointy chin. His face holds all of his features, her cheeks are sharp and angular, many claiming her features are very feline. Her skin is extremely smooth and almost flawless to the human eye, her pigmentation is a soft mocha which is due to the mixture of her parentage. She is quite tall for her age, but many would like to describe her build as willowy, with her long graceful limps and her elegant way of walking.
|| Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ||
Belle's personality tends to stick quite firmly between three sets. Her playful flirty side, her viciously aggressive persona and then her introverted tendencies.
Playful and flirty tends to be the dominant traits of her personality. She's always been a flamboyant young woman who believes life has no boundaries and wishes to revel in the wonders of life itself. Nothing is ever as serious as people make out it is, or so she believes, there's always something to mock or tease in any situation. Although Petal is firmly heterosexual many people question her sexuality as she tends to make outlandish offers to her fellow inmates and her male keepers. She uses her fiendishly exotic good looks to her advantage, either to worm her way into people's good books or a way to manipulate them. She's never been too shy to use sex as a tool to get what she wants, believing it's merely a means to an end.
Anger comes second. There doesn't tend to be a reason behund the anger some days, there just seems to be that uncontrollable rage that sits silently behind those burning eyes of hers, waiting to be unleashed onto the world and its unsuspecting inhabitants. Many people assume it will merely be harsh words and the odd shove,you are very much mistaken my friend. You're in mortal danger here, I advise you to steer well clear of our little Petal at these times. Nobody is safe, restrain her at all costs. Keep her isolated if you value your inmates and employees safety.
Intovert. Like many people Belle isolates herself from others, she abandons those who speak to surround herself in memories and thoughts that are usually trapped within the deepest depths of her mind, perhaps for a very good reason. We do warn you though, if she was previously infuriated beforehand, do not assume your troubles are over with. They have merely just begun. This girl is very dangerous when left alone to her own thoughts, if you have angered her you might as well start praying now, she will make you suffer as you made her.
|| Backstory ||
| Chapter One: Hello lady of the night |
I wandered aimlessly down the back streets of Arles, my body was cold with the sharp breeze that accompanied the night air. I could hear the loud voices of the men that stood not to far from me, they all stood littered outside the pubs. Their faces slack but their voices merry as they called out to me and my fellow sisters.
"Bonjour beau, où allez-vous?" They'd call out to us, their drunken eyes locked onto our exposed flesh as we offered them soft smiles. We did not care for our exposure, we did not care these men took their time to observe what should not be so easily seen in public. I moved slowly, allowing them to watch me, I noticed the mixture of looks. Appreciation, hunger, lust and disgust. I was used to all of these, never once has I met a man who hated my profession, no. The disgust I was regularly met with was due to something I could not change, a gift which had been passed down through generations of my family. My dark skin.
"Ici femme de la nuit" I heard softly not far from my left, my eyes were met with an unusual sight. A young gentleman, the reason it was so odd was because he was indeed a gentleman. His attire screamed wealth and riches, not the usual get-up of the men that lurked in these dark passages. I was curious to say the least, he was not the usual sort who called for my attention, I went to him.
| Chapter Two: A new start my precious Rose |
It was nine months after that faithful night when our little inmate was born, she came into this life kicking and screaming in a run down back room of a brothel house, the only one with some form of medical training in the room was the local back street abortionist. It was hard for Marie to carry on her profession whilst tending to a newborn infant who needed every ounce of her attention, many of the other girls who she shared her lodgings with were happy to look after the baby whilst she was working but it stuck with her the unconventional way she was raising her little Petal. It was during one of those nights when she was working the streets did she once again bump into her pale skinned stranger.
"J'ai cherché pour vous," He muttered softly once they were alone, his eyes bright with happiness and relief as he clasped her hands in his. Marie offered him a small smile, there was a tinge of happiness but mostly it was sadness that was contained within that small curve. They spoke till dawn began to break over the horizon, she had confessed to her pregnancy and the gorgeous daughter he had sired.
The father's name was Charles Urnwood, a young man from a distinguished shipping family in England who was currently studying with his cousins. Money was no worry for him, and despite his growing affection for his lady of the night Marie, he could not support them both. An agreement was reached and letters were written in regards to the child, the infant was going to be sent to England to live with some distant aunt of Charles and would receive a yearly maintenance money.
| Chapter Three: A decision by a child |
Belle received a fair amount of racist comments whilst she grew up, there was no mention as to who her parents were as taught to believe she was an orphan and the elderly woman who raised her for twelve years of her life. The money was always tight despite the allowance, but this allowance was kept secret for the young blossoming girl. Her 'aunt' was the only family she'd ever truly known so when she was struck down by Scarlet Fever, the preteen was alone and lost in a world where she had no idea where she fit in and seemed to have nothing to keep her alive but common sense.
She wandered the streets alone, searching for anything that could possibly give her a chance of survival in this cruel world, and in her case a job was the only choice she had. It took her a while but Belle found herself along with several other girls in a washers, cleaning other peoples dirty linens for a living. The wages were poor, the work was hard and the hours unreasonable, but it was her only choice. Belle worked here for many a year, never really advancing in position but she advanced in knowledge, she had been a stable figure in the workforce and as she'd grown so had her beauty catching the eye of the wash-house owners son.
Male attention was something innocent Belle had no idea how to deal with, so when the reasonably handsome son came calling she didn't know how to stop his advances, at fifteen she was pure and sweet whilst he was four years her senior. He stole her innocence and she ran away.
| Chapter Four: Hush Petal, don't cry |
Belle was lost in a world of strong men who wanted to lose themselves in the warmth of a womans flesh, over this time she found herself struggling, with a pimp who allowed her the illusion they had a love hate relationship, the series of men she lured into her bed, and the abuse she received from the bad John, she found a way to defend herself against the pain she was having to endure, mentally and physically.
She divided herself into three.
| Chapter Five: Big mistake Petal |
It was an ordinary night, nothing
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|| Pᴀᴛɪᴇɴᴛ's Fᴜʟʟ Nᴀᴍᴇ || Belle Fleur Delacroix
| Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ | Petal, Rose
| Aʟɪᴀs | N/A
|| Aɢᴇ || Seventeen
| Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ | 27/08
| Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ | Arles, France
| Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ | 01:13 PM [13:13]
| Lɪɴɢᴜɪsᴛɪᴄs |
▸ English
▸ French
|| Sᴇx || Female
| Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ | Feminine
| Sᴇxᴜᴀʟ Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ | Heterosexual
| Rᴏᴍᴀɴᴛɪᴄ Oʀɪᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ | Heteromantic
| Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs | Single
| Aᴠᴀɪʟᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ | (view spoiler)
| Cʀᴜsʜ | None at the moment
|| Pʜʏsɪᴄᴀʟ Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ ||
Her hair is reasonably long in length, reaching her breasts. Her hair is rich black in colour, many people declare there is no such thing as black hair but it is in fact natural in its pigmentation.
Belle's eyes are upturned in shape. They are framed by long dark eyelashes. Her eyes are chocolate in colour, the shade varies often, the reason for this has yet to be pinpointed. They always seem to be focused and quick moving, she tends to analyse every object. Belle's eyebrows are thin and straight, they start low and then they go higher. Her face is oval shape with a somewhat pointy chin. His face holds all of his features, her cheeks are sharp and angular, many claiming her features are very feline. Her skin is extremely smooth and almost flawless to the human eye, her pigmentation is a soft mocha which is due to the mixture of her parentage. She is quite tall for her age, but many would like to describe her build as willowy, with her long graceful limps and her elegant way of walking.
|| Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ ||
Belle's personality tends to stick quite firmly between three sets. Her playful flirty side, her viciously aggressive persona and then her introverted tendencies.
Playful and flirty tends to be the dominant traits of her personality. She's always been a flamboyant young woman who believes life has no boundaries and wishes to revel in the wonders of life itself. Nothing is ever as serious as people make out it is, or so she believes, there's always something to mock or tease in any situation. Although Petal is firmly heterosexual many people question her sexuality as she tends to make outlandish offers to her fellow inmates and her male keepers. She uses her fiendishly exotic good looks to her advantage, either to worm her way into people's good books or a way to manipulate them. She's never been too shy to use sex as a tool to get what she wants, believing it's merely a means to an end.
Anger comes second. There doesn't tend to be a reason behund the anger some days, there just seems to be that uncontrollable rage that sits silently behind those burning eyes of hers, waiting to be unleashed onto the world and its unsuspecting inhabitants. Many people assume it will merely be harsh words and the odd shove,you are very much mistaken my friend. You're in mortal danger here, I advise you to steer well clear of our little Petal at these times. Nobody is safe, restrain her at all costs. Keep her isolated if you value your inmates and employees safety.
Intovert. Like many people Belle isolates herself from others, she abandons those who speak to surround herself in memories and thoughts that are usually trapped within the deepest depths of her mind, perhaps for a very good reason. We do warn you though, if she was previously infuriated beforehand, do not assume your troubles are over with. They have merely just begun. This girl is very dangerous when left alone to her own thoughts, if you have angered her you might as well start praying now, she will make you suffer as you made her.
|| Backstory ||
| Chapter One: Hello lady of the night |
I wandered aimlessly down the back streets of Arles, my body was cold with the sharp breeze that accompanied the night air. I could hear the loud voices of the men that stood not to far from me, they all stood littered outside the pubs. Their faces slack but their voices merry as they called out to me and my fellow sisters.
"Bonjour beau, où allez-vous?" They'd call out to us, their drunken eyes locked onto our exposed flesh as we offered them soft smiles. We did not care for our exposure, we did not care these men took their time to observe what should not be so easily seen in public. I moved slowly, allowing them to watch me, I noticed the mixture of looks. Appreciation, hunger, lust and disgust. I was used to all of these, never once has I met a man who hated my profession, no. The disgust I was regularly met with was due to something I could not change, a gift which had been passed down through generations of my family. My dark skin.
"Ici femme de la nuit" I heard softly not far from my left, my eyes were met with an unusual sight. A young gentleman, the reason it was so odd was because he was indeed a gentleman. His attire screamed wealth and riches, not the usual get-up of the men that lurked in these dark passages. I was curious to say the least, he was not the usual sort who called for my attention, I went to him.
| Chapter Two: A new start my precious Rose |
It was nine months after that faithful night when our little inmate was born, she came into this life kicking and screaming in a run down back room of a brothel house, the only one with some form of medical training in the room was the local back street abortionist. It was hard for Marie to carry on her profession whilst tending to a newborn infant who needed every ounce of her attention, many of the other girls who she shared her lodgings with were happy to look after the baby whilst she was working but it stuck with her the unconventional way she was raising her little Petal. It was during one of those nights when she was working the streets did she once again bump into her pale skinned stranger.
"J'ai cherché pour vous," He muttered softly once they were alone, his eyes bright with happiness and relief as he clasped her hands in his. Marie offered him a small smile, there was a tinge of happiness but mostly it was sadness that was contained within that small curve. They spoke till dawn began to break over the horizon, she had confessed to her pregnancy and the gorgeous daughter he had sired.
The father's name was Charles Urnwood, a young man from a distinguished shipping family in England who was currently studying with his cousins. Money was no worry for him, and despite his growing affection for his lady of the night Marie, he could not support them both. An agreement was reached and letters were written in regards to the child, the infant was going to be sent to England to live with some distant aunt of Charles and would receive a yearly maintenance money.
| Chapter Three: A decision by a child |
Belle received a fair amount of racist comments whilst she grew up, there was no mention as to who her parents were as taught to believe she was an orphan and the elderly woman who raised her for twelve years of her life. The money was always tight despite the allowance, but this allowance was kept secret for the young blossoming girl. Her 'aunt' was the only family she'd ever truly known so when she was struck down by Scarlet Fever, the preteen was alone and lost in a world where she had no idea where she fit in and seemed to have nothing to keep her alive but common sense.
She wandered the streets alone, searching for anything that could possibly give her a chance of survival in this cruel world, and in her case a job was the only choice she had. It took her a while but Belle found herself along with several other girls in a washers, cleaning other peoples dirty linens for a living. The wages were poor, the work was hard and the hours unreasonable, but it was her only choice. Belle worked here for many a year, never really advancing in position but she advanced in knowledge, she had been a stable figure in the workforce and as she'd grown so had her beauty catching the eye of the wash-house owners son.
Male attention was something innocent Belle had no idea how to deal with, so when the reasonably handsome son came calling she didn't know how to stop his advances, at fifteen she was pure and sweet whilst he was four years her senior. He stole her innocence and she ran away.
| Chapter Four: Hush Petal, don't cry |
Belle was lost in a world of strong men who wanted to lose themselves in the warmth of a womans flesh, over this time she found herself struggling, with a pimp who allowed her the illusion they had a love hate relationship, the series of men she lured into her bed, and the abuse she received from the bad John, she found a way to defend herself against the pain she was having to endure, mentally and physically.
She divided herself into three.
| Chapter Five: Big mistake Petal |
It was an ordinary night, nothing
Patient Name: Juniper Makaila Willows Age: 18 (Born on June 3)
Appearance:
Juniper has long dark brown hair that falls to the middle of her back. Her skin is a beautiful chocolate color. Juniper's eyes are a deep brown color, and she stands at around 5 foot 4. Juniper weighs a measly 99.2 pounds
Personality: Juniper is a very odd person, she is both calm and mental, happy and angry. She enjoys being the boss, and hates when she is told what to do. Juniper doesn't trust people very often, and is loyal to friends. Juniper likes dark and gross things, like blood and dirt. When under the influence of the voices, Juniper is a maniac killing what the voices want her to kill.
History: Juniper was born in Moscow, Russia to rich parents who had high social standing. From the minute she was born, Juniper was trouble. She bit the nurse who tried to sooth her one night. Her parents didn't think much of their daughters behavior, until she was 4 years old and they found little Juniper with a knife, trying to attack the milk man. They started locking up and sharp objects. 6 months after the knife incident, the family welcomed a set of twins into the world. Alexander and Allison were loved by their parents, and Juniper stopped getting attention, so she caused more trouble. At 8, Juniper pushed her 4 year old sister down a well. Ally barely survived. Her parents tried to control their oldest child, not wanting to give her away, they did love her. Her first kill happened when she was 12, she killed the son of one of her fathers friends simply because he looked at her weirdly. At 16, Juniper buried her brother alive, leaving him there for 4 hours until her father finally found him. Much to her dismay, he survived. It was after this incident that Juniper was finally diagnosed with schizophrenia. 2 years after the diagnosis, her parents couldn't handle her anymore and called the Asylum to come take her.
Diagnosis/Why she is Here: Juniper is a severe schizophrenic, she has 3 distinct voices she hears. The first one being the most common, she has named this voice Avery and often Avery is the one telling her to do the terrible things. The second voice is the voice of reason, she has named this voice Kendrick. When Avery tells her to do horrible things, Kendrick tries to talk her out of it. The 3rd and final voice she has named Maria, Maria to her is the voice which scares her the most. Maria often tries to talk Juniper into killing herself and making the world a better place.
[ under construction ][ Patient Name ] Velymina Amerateras
[ pseudonym ] Vel
[ Age ] 21
[ date of birth ] September 12th
[ place of birth ] Venice, Italy
[ ethnicity/nationality ] Armenian, Italian
[ Gender ] Female
[ sexual orientation ] Demisexual
[ Appearance ]
[ eye color ] cerulean blue
[ hair color ] dirty blonde
[ height ] 5'4"
[ vocal attributes ] alto -- wistful
[ distinguishing feature(s) ] gap teeth -- it's not to say that the gap is large enough to be treated like a gate, but it's still noticeable.
Vel is a generally pretty girl to look at, but doesn't see herself to be someone of magnificent looks. It is noted that she's a well-endowed young woman, but most people tend to stare at the gap in her teeth. Relatives have informed her that it looks cute, but she has otherwise to say about it.
[ Personality ]
Velymina is the type of person that can be considered very subservient. She usually bows to the whims of others, which can lead to trouble. There are instances, though few in number, in which she knows to reject the thoughts of others, but doesn't display them often. She's often found daydreaming and sighing ruefully, as if there was something that she has a deep regret for. She is very aware of her actions, and of those around her. If something is done that doesn't seem to fit what she deems suitable for a person, she likely blows up or retreats further into herself. However, her explosive cases often seem to mirror her rejection of common concepts, but are far from harmless.
[ History ]
[ diagnosis ]
Patient Name: Lacey Aria JenkinsAge: 18 May 22
Appearance:
She has blonde curly hair and weighs about 150 pounds. She is 5'8 and has light skin. Her eyes are blue-grey.
Personality:
Lacey is hard to get along with. She is snarky and rude to nearly everyone. She is hard to make friends with but once you are her friend she's loyal to you forever.
Maximum is a blood thirsty vampire. She is cocky and thinks she is the most important person in the world. She is quick to fight and always looking for her next victim.
Acelynn is seductive. She can get anything she wants with the bat of her eyes. She will do nearly anything to get a little love.
History: Lacey was born in England and her parents knew there was something very wrong with their daughter at an early age. One day they walked into their house and found her trying to drink her sister's blood.
Lacey spent summers with her uncle and he was physically and sexually abusive. He would hit her if she didn’t do what she was told or even if he just felt like it. Nobody knew until she her parents surprise visited one time.
Her parents kept her locked in the house for the next twelve years. They didn’t want her getting into any trouble and having the whole family run out of town. She escaped her room on multiple occasions, most of which she didn’t do anything wrong when she was out. But the latest time, as Maximum, she killed a man in the park and sunk her teeth into his neck, claiming she was hungry.
Lacey is a new patient to the asylum and won't be getting out for a very long time.
Diagnosis/Why she is Here: She has Dissociative Identity Disorder (DID or Multiple Personality Disorder). She has two other personalities other than her own. Maximum the vampire and Acelynn a seductive femme fatale. She has been stuck in Maximum for about six months now.
Patient Name: Veronica
Age: UNKNOWN
Appearance:
Veronica has beautiful raven hair, past shoulder length. She is also rather tall at a height of 5'9, her weight is unknown due to the fact that she has a deal with the doctors to keep that information a secret, the same with her age, that often get's in the way when she wants to seduce someone ;)
Personality Veronica is friendly when it comes to the inmates, she often looks out for them when it comes to a beating or torture. She is snarky and bold when she's talking to doctors, but she is like the big sister for the girls in the asylum.
History:
Veronica is apart of the original Asylum, she was one of the nurses at the time, and when she saw sexual torture happen, she found herself begging for it. She quickly became an inmate, and was the one on the resaving end, she loves to toy with the other girls, and the doctors, and anyone she can get her hands, and silky voice on.
Diagnosis/Why she is Here: Nymphomaniac: (view spoiler)
Age: UNKNOWN
Appearance:
Veronica has beautiful raven hair, past shoulder length. She is also rather tall at a height of 5'9, her weight is unknown due to the fact that she has a deal with the doctors to keep that information a secret, the same with her age, that often get's in the way when she wants to seduce someone ;)
Personality Veronica is friendly when it comes to the inmates, she often looks out for them when it comes to a beating or torture. She is snarky and bold when she's talking to doctors, but she is like the big sister for the girls in the asylum.
History:
Veronica is apart of the original Asylum, she was one of the nurses at the time, and when she saw sexual torture happen, she found herself begging for it. She quickly became an inmate, and was the one on the resaving end, she loves to toy with the other girls, and the doctors, and anyone she can get her hands, and silky voice on.
Diagnosis/Why she is Here: Nymphomaniac: (view spoiler)
{Patient Name:} Olivia Rose Rivera
{Age:} 16
[Date of Birth:] January 23rd
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Olivia is an overall beautiful girl, with dark brown eyes and tanned skin. She has no tan lines and has long light-brown hair that reached her mid-back. She’s 5’1 and 104 pounds, being very petite. She’s not a voluptuous girl, having a 32A breast size. She does have a slightly toned stomach though, but not too much to where she has abs or anything.
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When she’s not threatening to hurt someone or being completely enraged, she’s actually a pretty sweet girl. She’s slightly timid and tries to keep herself away from people, too scared she’ll hurt them. Sometimes she even hears voices, but she can never make out what they’re saying. It’s more like quiet whispers in the back of her head, and she often pushes it away and thinks nothing of it. She’s always been infatuated with fire. It’s powerful and so beautiful. It can destroy and create life, which makes her feel completely at one with herself when she can control it with a simple piece of wood. It confuses her as to why nobody else does it. She does feel guilty for trying to hurt people before, though. And she never means to set fires around people. Unless of course she’s having one of her bouts of rage, then she’ll literally try to kill them using the flames. Otherwise, she’s very selfless and can become very silent sometimes. She doesn’t like socialising, too afraid she’ll become attached to someone and end up hurting them.
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Olivia was born in Cádiz, Spain. Her parents were rather wealthy and very loving towards her while she grew up. She had two older brothers and one younger sister, the symptoms of her mental illnesses having not set in until she was 12. Before then, she made a few friends in the city who could speak English, easily picking up how to speak the language. Eventually, she learned to speak it fluently and effortlessly, becoming bilingual by age 9. It was three years later when she sat in front of a fireplace, her eyes focused intently on the flickering orange flame, that she became infatuated with setting fires.
The first time happened when she was 14, and her friends had decided to have a camp-out away from the village. They were all alone in the woods, and after everyone had decided to go asleep, Olivia remained sitting in front of the fire. She eventually picked up a stick and threw it into the flames, watching the orange fire devour it hungrily. Before anyone had woken up, she’d taken another stick and dipped the end into the flames before flinging it out near one of the sleeping kids. She hadn’t meant to nearly kill everyone, she’d been blinded by those orange flickers of fire. It was like they’d taken every ounce of rationality that she’d had in her mind. Then, she went about trying to set an abandoned building on fire. Her parents were enraged, locking her inside her room for days. That’s when the rage started. She would spend hours kicking at the door, screaming and throwing things around the room. When days had passed, she eventually tried to kill herself by hanging herself from a chandelier in her room. Though it broke and nearly killed her in the process. Her parents came in to find her bleeding and screaming, swearing she’d kill them. It had taken both of them to hold her down long enough for her to calm down, and she’d slowly turned back into the sweet girl who took back everything she’d said. But they had no choice, they had to send her off to the Asylum. That’s why she’s here now, and she’s only just gotten here.
{Diagnosis/Why she is Here:} Intermittent explosive disorder (random outbursts of extreme anger. Often having over dramatic responses to upsetting things. May lead to self injury, injury of others, or destruction of things. Pyromania {Obsession with setting fires), Attempted Suicide, Attempted Murder
{Age:} 16
[Date of Birth:] January 23rd
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Olivia is an overall beautiful girl, with dark brown eyes and tanned skin. She has no tan lines and has long light-brown hair that reached her mid-back. She’s 5’1 and 104 pounds, being very petite. She’s not a voluptuous girl, having a 32A breast size. She does have a slightly toned stomach though, but not too much to where she has abs or anything.
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When she’s not threatening to hurt someone or being completely enraged, she’s actually a pretty sweet girl. She’s slightly timid and tries to keep herself away from people, too scared she’ll hurt them. Sometimes she even hears voices, but she can never make out what they’re saying. It’s more like quiet whispers in the back of her head, and she often pushes it away and thinks nothing of it. She’s always been infatuated with fire. It’s powerful and so beautiful. It can destroy and create life, which makes her feel completely at one with herself when she can control it with a simple piece of wood. It confuses her as to why nobody else does it. She does feel guilty for trying to hurt people before, though. And she never means to set fires around people. Unless of course she’s having one of her bouts of rage, then she’ll literally try to kill them using the flames. Otherwise, she’s very selfless and can become very silent sometimes. She doesn’t like socialising, too afraid she’ll become attached to someone and end up hurting them.
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Olivia was born in Cádiz, Spain. Her parents were rather wealthy and very loving towards her while she grew up. She had two older brothers and one younger sister, the symptoms of her mental illnesses having not set in until she was 12. Before then, she made a few friends in the city who could speak English, easily picking up how to speak the language. Eventually, she learned to speak it fluently and effortlessly, becoming bilingual by age 9. It was three years later when she sat in front of a fireplace, her eyes focused intently on the flickering orange flame, that she became infatuated with setting fires.
The first time happened when she was 14, and her friends had decided to have a camp-out away from the village. They were all alone in the woods, and after everyone had decided to go asleep, Olivia remained sitting in front of the fire. She eventually picked up a stick and threw it into the flames, watching the orange fire devour it hungrily. Before anyone had woken up, she’d taken another stick and dipped the end into the flames before flinging it out near one of the sleeping kids. She hadn’t meant to nearly kill everyone, she’d been blinded by those orange flickers of fire. It was like they’d taken every ounce of rationality that she’d had in her mind. Then, she went about trying to set an abandoned building on fire. Her parents were enraged, locking her inside her room for days. That’s when the rage started. She would spend hours kicking at the door, screaming and throwing things around the room. When days had passed, she eventually tried to kill herself by hanging herself from a chandelier in her room. Though it broke and nearly killed her in the process. Her parents came in to find her bleeding and screaming, swearing she’d kill them. It had taken both of them to hold her down long enough for her to calm down, and she’d slowly turned back into the sweet girl who took back everything she’d said. But they had no choice, they had to send her off to the Asylum. That’s why she’s here now, and she’s only just gotten here.
{Diagnosis/Why she is Here:} Intermittent explosive disorder (random outbursts of extreme anger. Often having over dramatic responses to upsetting things. May lead to self injury, injury of others, or destruction of things. Pyromania {Obsession with setting fires), Attempted Suicide, Attempted Murder
Patient Name: Joanna
Age: UNKNOWN
Appearance:
Joanna is a girl with sleek reddish-brown hair that goes almost past her chest. She is a five foot five and is somewhat skinny. Not too skinny or curvy though. Her eyes are a deep green and give piercing stares.
Personality:
Joanna is a girl who doesnt dare to keep her word. She would rather trick you or make you uncomfortable with her abnormal attitude. Joanna holds a few good traits such as, brave, good sense of humor, and kind. But sometimes she goes a little sour and it involves with the traits, bad mouthed, untrustworthy, and a somewhat diva. She doesnt care what others say but when you ask her to keep a promise she will either tell it out or just lie. Joanna lies about almost anything really. She wouldnt like anyone to steal her spotlight.
History
Early life~
"Living life here in England is strange with mother dying and father out drinking with his nobel friends. My brothers ignored mother and me for the last week and I'm trying to make friends around here. Well i couldnt escape this living hell and mom won't let me leave the room, unless I'm cleaning the house or just giving her a pot of soup. When I'm scavenging for food out in the alley i get caught by older kids or just adults. Usually they ask, "Dear Joanna, why must you run around here so late scavenging for your family." My words aren't going to be frozen and stiff this time around. I'd rather tell the truth but doing that would cause worse. So i answer, "No I'm not scavenging, my family is richer due to my father working around." The person smiles and takes me back home asking for me to pay six coins. Well that was expensive for a kid like me but i managed to pile up on fake tokens from my somewhat friends. Mother finally has gotten worse and father comes home drunk than before. My brothers moved on and started living off in their own. I'm just shivering in a corner hiding from the cruel world. But i couldnt do that for long. I venture out to get some food with the fake tokens and lie when they know its fake. Living off in a poor lifestyle is easy once you have taken advantage of it. Well i almost taken advantage of it. Money suddenly got low when my buddies were not allowed to see me and maybe got punished. Families usually see me in the rain standing in front of the door holding a rose. Im not even doing that. They're hallustinating when i told my mother. She did agree with me and told me everything will be okay. I nod and told her she can die off if she wants too. Then i relizzed my words. My mother's expression and she pushed me off and i land on my bottom.
My mother ignored me also. I couldnt stand this world but i manage to let her take care of herself and i find my own money and try to buy the fresh bread."
Ayslum~
"I finally reached an age when my life worsened. Mother died off and Father had killed himself off. Im alone and my lies gotten worse. I wouldnt dare to tell anyone about why dad had killed himself and mother has moved on. I guessed hell or something but mom was sweeter before. I run around the neighbor hood lying to anyone on my path and manage to not collect much money. I dont understand why it all dropped but one person had me reported to this so called asylum. I was captured by men and i screamed loudly. The person waved me off and went back inside their house. I scowl at them and was pulled away into darkness. I wake up finding myself not in my regular clothing of a simple rag dress and a somewhat cloak. My oh my, it was skimpy. Whoever put me in these clothes i yell slut. Its just striped stocking and a white dress i couldnt name. Hmm. That neighbor must of got annoyed of my lies. Then i was comforted by someone. "Your in asylum." the person tells me. "Why?" I ask looking at him with my piercing gaze. "Why did you develop those lies." I look up and think of why i started lying. That was hard. "Trying to live and not get put in awful places." Thats what had happened and then everything just happened. I didn't understand why i was put here or why my lies affected it all. Then i understand it. Thats why my husband didn't return home, he was murdered. He was murdered cause he objected me going here. They killed him just to capture me. Then i broke down and my whole life had changed forever."
Diagnosis/Why she is Here:
Her dirty lies have gotten to everyone and she was mostly disliked. Joanna was married but apparently they have gotten her husband dead and they got rid of him just to put her off in the asylum.
Age: UNKNOWN
Appearance:
Joanna is a girl with sleek reddish-brown hair that goes almost past her chest. She is a five foot five and is somewhat skinny. Not too skinny or curvy though. Her eyes are a deep green and give piercing stares.
Personality:
Joanna is a girl who doesnt dare to keep her word. She would rather trick you or make you uncomfortable with her abnormal attitude. Joanna holds a few good traits such as, brave, good sense of humor, and kind. But sometimes she goes a little sour and it involves with the traits, bad mouthed, untrustworthy, and a somewhat diva. She doesnt care what others say but when you ask her to keep a promise she will either tell it out or just lie. Joanna lies about almost anything really. She wouldnt like anyone to steal her spotlight.
History
Early life~
"Living life here in England is strange with mother dying and father out drinking with his nobel friends. My brothers ignored mother and me for the last week and I'm trying to make friends around here. Well i couldnt escape this living hell and mom won't let me leave the room, unless I'm cleaning the house or just giving her a pot of soup. When I'm scavenging for food out in the alley i get caught by older kids or just adults. Usually they ask, "Dear Joanna, why must you run around here so late scavenging for your family." My words aren't going to be frozen and stiff this time around. I'd rather tell the truth but doing that would cause worse. So i answer, "No I'm not scavenging, my family is richer due to my father working around." The person smiles and takes me back home asking for me to pay six coins. Well that was expensive for a kid like me but i managed to pile up on fake tokens from my somewhat friends. Mother finally has gotten worse and father comes home drunk than before. My brothers moved on and started living off in their own. I'm just shivering in a corner hiding from the cruel world. But i couldnt do that for long. I venture out to get some food with the fake tokens and lie when they know its fake. Living off in a poor lifestyle is easy once you have taken advantage of it. Well i almost taken advantage of it. Money suddenly got low when my buddies were not allowed to see me and maybe got punished. Families usually see me in the rain standing in front of the door holding a rose. Im not even doing that. They're hallustinating when i told my mother. She did agree with me and told me everything will be okay. I nod and told her she can die off if she wants too. Then i relizzed my words. My mother's expression and she pushed me off and i land on my bottom.
My mother ignored me also. I couldnt stand this world but i manage to let her take care of herself and i find my own money and try to buy the fresh bread."
Ayslum~
"I finally reached an age when my life worsened. Mother died off and Father had killed himself off. Im alone and my lies gotten worse. I wouldnt dare to tell anyone about why dad had killed himself and mother has moved on. I guessed hell or something but mom was sweeter before. I run around the neighbor hood lying to anyone on my path and manage to not collect much money. I dont understand why it all dropped but one person had me reported to this so called asylum. I was captured by men and i screamed loudly. The person waved me off and went back inside their house. I scowl at them and was pulled away into darkness. I wake up finding myself not in my regular clothing of a simple rag dress and a somewhat cloak. My oh my, it was skimpy. Whoever put me in these clothes i yell slut. Its just striped stocking and a white dress i couldnt name. Hmm. That neighbor must of got annoyed of my lies. Then i was comforted by someone. "Your in asylum." the person tells me. "Why?" I ask looking at him with my piercing gaze. "Why did you develop those lies." I look up and think of why i started lying. That was hard. "Trying to live and not get put in awful places." Thats what had happened and then everything just happened. I didn't understand why i was put here or why my lies affected it all. Then i understand it. Thats why my husband didn't return home, he was murdered. He was murdered cause he objected me going here. They killed him just to capture me. Then i broke down and my whole life had changed forever."
Diagnosis/Why she is Here:
Her dirty lies have gotten to everyone and she was mostly disliked. Joanna was married but apparently they have gotten her husband dead and they got rid of him just to put her off in the asylum.
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⌞Pᴀᴛɪᴇɴᴛ Nᴀᴍᴇ⌝ Saskia Elizabeth Tate
⌞Aɢᴇ⌝ 16 years
↜[Time of Birth]↝ 8:21 a.m.
↜[Date of Birth]↝ March 1
↜[Place of Birth]↝ Cornwall, England
⌞Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ⌝ Feminine
↜[Sexuality]↝ Heterosexual
⌞Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ⌝
↜[Hair]↝ Long, auburn colored hair that once had a sleek, shiny look and was always up in a bun. Now, her hair is lank and greasy, hanging down in stringy curls past her elbows.
↜[Eyes]↝ Warm, chocolate colored eyes that once glimmered with a spark of curiosity and innocence that now look dull and dead
↜[Height]↝ She is taller than average at 5'8", but she walks a bit hunched, making her about an inch shorter.
↜[Weight]↝ She is underweight thanks to malnutrition and weighs a total of 109 pounds.
↜[Markings]↝ Scars litter her pale skin as well as needle marks from her time spent at the Asylum.
⌞Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ⌝
Saskia is silent and watchful, much like a predator stalking it's prey. Never speaking, her eyes constantly flit from person to person, analyzing and observing, taking in every once of information that she can. But she never shares what she gathers. In fact, Saskia never speaks. She screams, oh yes, she screams, but it's never words she utters, only inhuman like wails escape her lips while her fingers claw at her stomach. Saskia is odd, if you couldn't determine that information on your own, and enjoys being a silent doll. Well, maybe doll was the wrong word. Unless she was Chucky. Even though she is silent, she is murderous. Nimble fingers are quick to dig into flesh, and her tongue loves the taste of blood. She has tendencies to attack the doctors at random, just springing on them from out of nowhere and clamping her hands around their throats. Saskia finds that activity particularly amusing. She laughs at other peoples pain, and thrives when she is under their "care". Saskia hates the pain afterwards, but when she is in the middle of it? She enjoys it. Enjoys having the pain and anger that rages inside her to become physical. Saskia is also rather creative and loves to sketch. She takes pieces of straw and draws men with their throats cut out and their eye-sockets bare. She sketches all the things she's done, the reason she's here, and the things she dreams about. Saskia is also hopeless and uncaring. She knows death is imminent and that there is no use denying the Devil's advances.
⌞Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ⌝
Saskia Elizabeth Tate was the only child born into a wealthy family. Her father, Gregory, was a doctor and an upstanding social man highly regarded by his peers. Her mother, Svetlana, was just a pretty face, but she made good arm candy, Saskia supposed. Growing up, Saskia had everything a young girl could want. The most elaborate gowns were hers and all the other school children were envious of her tall Frisian steed. Saskia thrived off this attention, loving being the girl that everyone liked. She was the 'it-girl' so to speak, and she wasn't above squashing anyone who tried to take this from her. As her teen years approached, Saskia found herself becoming bolder--and nastier. In her young days, she would laugh at the poor kids and would call the other children names. Afterall, being popular gave her the authority to do so, right? Well, as her body matured, her ideas for revenge grew murderous. Eileen Jones was the new girl in her little town, and Saskia hated her. Eileen was kinder, prettier, richer, and had nicer... attributes than Saskia herself did. When Eileen decided she wanted Saskia's boy-toy, Edward, Saskia couldn;t contain the monster roaring inside. "KILL HER!" It screamed for nearly a week, urging Saskia to plunge a dagger in her back. Saskia was sorely tempted, but what if she got caught? The monster laughed at this. Eileen lived miles away from everyone else and walked home alone. Perfect timing. Saskia had no quarrels--she would finally eliminate the girl that stole her friends and lover away from her. That fateful August day, a fifteen year old became a murderer. She stabbed Eileen repeatedly in the woods just beyond her house and buried her, washing her hands of Eileen's blood in the river. This murder she got away with, for now. But she was addicted. She loved the sight of the blood spilling from Eileen's chest. She fantasized about it--about the light leaving her eyes and the way her heart quickened before her finally gave out. Oh, what a feeling! Power is what it was, and Saskia wanted more. It was month later when she went after her mother and father, claiming the only held her back, that they only kept her from being her true self: this. She laughed and sang as she slowly cut them, placing stab wounds all over, and then licking it off their dying flesh. Saskia only hoped it was painful. Her neighbor heard the screams of Saskia's parents, and then, screaming, contacted the police. The rest, needless to say, is history. Saskia Elizabeth Tate was insane, and so they sent her to the only reasonable place: The Asylum.
⌞Dɪᴀɢɴᴏsɪs⌝ Murder, Self-Harm, Hematomaniac
⌞Oᴛʜᴇʀ Nᴏᴛᴇs⌝ Highly unstable and prone to violence.
UNDER CONSTRUCTIONPatient Name: Connor Brielle Greystone
Age: 17, April 7th
Appearance: [image error]
Personality: (A short, 3 to 5 sentence paragraph will do. But, the more the merrier!)
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{Pαтιeɴт Nαмe}
▸Fιrѕт: Regina
▸Mιddle: Esperanza
▸Lαѕт: Harrison
➥Lιĸeѕ тo вe cαlled: Raven
{Aɢe} 19
▸Dαтe oғ Bιrтн: May 2nd
▸Plαce oғ Bιrтн:
{Geɴder} female
▸Seхυαlιтy: heterosexual
{Appeαrαɴce}
▸Iмαɢe:
▸Deѕcrιpтιoɴ:
Raven is a really pretty girl. She has long brown hair that's slightly wavy. Her eyes are big and blue, but sometimes green. She has long eyelashes. Raven is tall but strangely thin. It is most likely due to a lack of nutrition. She's paler than she was before. Raven used to be quite tan, but from being inside and away from the sun, the pigment left her skin.
▸Fαce Clαιм: Kate Harrison
▸Hαιr Color: dark brown
▸Hαιr Leɴɢтн: long, waist length
▸Eye Color: blue/green
▸Heιɢнт: 5'8
▸Weιɢнт: 137 lbs
➥underweight
▸Body Type: thin, ribs showing, hips prominent
➥should be more of an hourglass
▸Dιѕтιɴɢυιѕнιɴɢ Mαrĸιɴɢѕ: she has one dimple in her left cheek
➥Scαrѕ: wrists, thighs, stomach; all from self-harm
▸Oтнer: Nope.
{Perѕoɴαlιтy}
Reѕerved, Moody, Secreтιve. Raven likes to keep to herself. She's quiet and shy. A bit timid too. Raven will get nervous and twitchy easily. Her mood swings are obnoxious and happen all of the time. She can go from happy and smiling to dark and wanted to commit suicide. Raven doesn't like to show her dark side. At all. But she knows it's there.
▴Sтreɴɢтнѕ intelligent, quiet
▾Weαĸɴeѕѕeѕ slow to trust, mood swings
▵Lιĸeѕ animals, reading, writing/drawing
▿Dιѕlιĸeѕ doctors, medicine, her dark side
{Hιѕтory}
►Oɴce Upoɴ α Tιмe... Raven was born a beautiful baby girl. She had a full head of hair and big, gorgeous eyes. Raven was a normal baby, though she did have a nurse-maid. Her mother was also taking care of her sisters, so she couldn't be there all the time for Raven. Though her nurse-maid did nothing for her.
►Tнe Flιp Sιde... Raven grew up acting fairly normal. Her father was a drunk who she hated. She would cut herself and hide the scars and marks. Raven was quite good at harming her self-harm. Her nurse-maid found out about it, and did nothing. Eventually, her mother noticed, and sent her to an asylum.
►Hαppιly Ever Aғтer... The doctors where Raven was quickly realized that she needed more help then they could give. They knew for certain after she attempted suicide. She tried to hang herself, and they thought her dead. She really wasn't, and Raven just pretended to get away. Raven tracked down her home, and found her nurse-maid. Raven murdered her. And then she found her father. And murdered him too.
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►Tнe Eɴd. Raven's brother found her dying and bleeding, and got the police. They knew immediately to send her to the Asylum. That's where she is now, glad that her father is dead, and her nurse-maid.
{Relαтιoɴѕнιpѕ}
Lillian Harrison||mother||57||▪▪▪▪▪
Graciela Harrison||sister||23||▪▪▪▪▪
Marietta Harrison||sister||21||▪▪▪▪▫
Winston Harrison||brother||17||▪▪▪▪▫
{Dιαɢɴoѕтιcѕ}
Suicidal(thinks about her death and how to commit suicide successfully, prone to self harm), depression(long lasting sadness, not always shown, prone to self harm), bi-polar(mood/behavior problems, easily changes mood), Murderous tendencies, and possible schizophrenia.
▸Prevιoυѕ Docтor'ѕ Noтeѕ:
I. Regina prefers to be called Raven, though she still likes her name.
II. Drastic mood changes.
III. Self harm. Do NOT give her anything sharp.
IV. Likes to be taken care of; likes to be clean, etc. DO NOT LEAVE WITH SHARP OBJECTS
V. Loves attention-in a good way. Likes outdoors and nature-needs sunlight and to be outside
VI. Psychopathic/Sociopath tendencies
VII. Prone to violence when angered/mood swings
VIII. Likes reading and writing-NO SHARP OBJECTS
IX. Loves to listen to music/play music NO SHARP OBJECTS
X. Prefers female doctors and nurses
XI. Twitchy when nervous/stressed-facial twitches especially
XII. Likes being athletic, to a degree
XIII. DO NOT LEAVE DOORS UNLOCKED
XIV. DO NOT LEAVE WITH SHARP OBJECTS
XV. Will not hesitate to kill those in her way-NO SHARP OBJECTS
XVI. Be sensitive and use gentle words. Do not be harsh with her
XVII. Sometimes cannot tell reality from fantasy
XVIII. Unstable conditions & starting to escalate
UNDER CONSTRUCTION{Pαтιeɴт Nαмe:}
Fιrѕт Nαмe: Harlow
Nαмe Orιɢιɴ: English Surname
Nαмe Meαɴιɴɢ: Army
Reαѕoɴ: Her parents wanted her to be strong, a warrior. They pushed her and pushed her, until she broke.
Mιddle Nαмe: Alessia
Nαмe Orιɢιɴ: Italian variation of Alexis
Nαмe Meαɴιɴɢ: Defending warrior
Reαѕoɴ: As stated above, her parents wanted her to be a warrior.
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{Age:} 21 September 16th 1892
{Appearance:}
Rosetta has hazel hair, and light green eyes. Her lips are a soft shade of pink, and her skin is pale. She is short at a height of 5'3 she has a scar on her mid stomach from the thieves'' abuse.
{Personality:}
Rosetta is a rather shy girl. She often doesn't speak up and adverts her eyes. Not only that she often gets confused, but she will not willingly let someone attack her. Rosetta often giggles when she is nervous on a force of habit.
{History:} Rosetta was born in the south of France, though her father was a merchant and often traveled, so she had to follow him across the land, which is were she picked up on speaking different languages. But one night when she was older, her father was killed by theirs who took Rosetta as a play thing. She had been their slave for five years, until she poisoned their wine, she escaped by she was cursed, with the image of their deaths haunting her dreams.
Arrival of the Asylum
When Rosetta was being led to her cell, she closed her eyes. She was having a walking nightmare, when men started to touch her. She opened her eyes and started to scream. She lashed out, and started to attack the men that were escorting her to her c cell. She strangled one while the other sadated her.
{Diagnosis/Why she is Here:} She has recurring nightmares that she has a hard time deciding weither it's reality or a dream.