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[Dradogo]

Patients Form

-currently working on image-
Name : His real name is Haiku, but he always calls himself Joke.
Gender : Male
Age : 20
Type of Patient : Mentally unstable/ Hallucinates/ Sometimes kills/ Suffering from Fatal Familial Insomnia (FFI)
Why you are here : Although FFI is fatal in all people suffering from it, Joke's seems to be never-ending, causing the symptoms to worsen. Joke often hallucinates, interacting with the things he sees, even if they terrify him. He has killed several people out of fear and fun.
Personality : Joke's personality is a bit scrambled, and he often has dramatic mood swings; one minute he could be looking at you adoringly, the next his gaze will be murderious. He lives in fear of sleep, dreading the nightmares and creatures that will claim him if he allows himself to sleep. Often finding most things funny, Joke laughs and giggles insanely a lot and when he's referring to himself, he speaks in 3rd person. He can get confused easily, but is very creative and loves to draw and play with puppets. He is very child-like in the way he acts and thinks, but can be very serious if he goes through a mood swing.
History :
-Joke's POV-

I never did like the other kids at school when I was little. They didn't understand what I was going through. And they never will. Every day of school I had to sit in another pointless lesson. I had to be a good boy; always do what I was told. I had to sit in that classroom, knowing that at home, my parents were dying, and I couldn't do anything about it. It had taken me hours to understand what the doctors were saying about my parents. They were ill, and there was no cure. They were dying of madness. The kids at school bullied me all the time, saying my parents were crazy and that they were dangerous. My parents weren't dangerous. It was their disease that was dangerous.

The day my parents died, I felt lost. I was all alone in the world and there was nobody to care about me. That was when I was told. I had FFI too. I still do. And I'm still unloved. I remember sitting in front of the doctor while he bumbled about, trying to work out how to tell me. I get it. I'm ill with madness and I'm gonna die. The doctor had said that I couldn't have prevented it; that it was in my genes, as it had been for my parents. But I should be dead now. It should have killed me all those years ago. Nobody lives longer than 18 months. I've had it for 10 years and I still don't understand it. It scares me. The demons. People say it's only in my head, but it's real. All of it. And I can't escape it, no matter how much I try. The things I see are sometimes good, but it never lasts. It always ends badly and I hate myself for it. The creatures made me kill those kids. And the police who caught me. I didn't mean to hurt them at all.

After years of rejection and isolation, when I turned 15, I got my first girlfriend. She was everything I could have wished for. Somebody who understood what I had to live with. She helped me to cope with whatever my mind threw at me. But as wih everything good that entered my life, she too left as quick as she came. It happened again. Those demons made me kill her. I'll never forgive myself for taking away my only happiness....

((His history is a WIP because I don't have enough time, but I will finish it soon.))

Crush : None at the moment.
Boyfriend/Girlfriend : None since he lost his girlfriend. He's available though ^^
Other : None that I can think of.

[Starbaby]

(( All accepted. Anyone can start. A caretaker would be appreciated though x3 I might make one. NPC caretakers will probably have to be used to, so, that's fine. :3))

[Iilyda]

{Thanks! I'll make a caretaker form right now, I'm just thinking on how to start Elayna off... Btw, Purple, I am in LOVE with your character! There should be a book for him; I just read his POV and now I want to know more.^^}

[Starbaby]

(( Okay~ And I know, right? Love the character > 3< ))

[belle.]

(( I'm going to be the first to start!))

Shontelle sat silently in her bedroom. She was talking quietly to her 'friends'. This was basically the only time Shontelle felt slightly comforted, when she had her immaginary friends around - no one else. And if anyone told her they were not real, well, they were no longer safe.

May sat, shaking, in her bedroom. It wasn't much of a bedrooom. It had nothing in it. She slept on the floor, there was no door, only four walls with a hole for a door. There was no paint, it was a simply concreted room, concrete floors and walls for her. That is how May liked nothing for her to get paranoid about.

[Poofle]

((I love all the characters... :3 Purple's is really striking because of the first-person POV. nice I shall start too~! And I want to make a caretaker form. :>))

Fay opened her eyes, finding herself buried in the mountain her blanket had made. It felt nice. Maybe she should stay on for a while...

Get up, Fay! Don't you want to play with me?

"Play? Yes, of course! Let's play!" Fay's eyes lit up when she saw Lily beside her. Lily always chose the strangest of times to appear, but it was nice to have her around. Lily was her most important person ever, after all. She pushed herself out of bed, realising it was probably some time before they would bring breakfast. She didn't like them anyway. If they dared hurt Lily, she'd hurt them back because bad people deserved to be hurt. She really would.

Come on, Fay! Catch me! Come on!

"Okay!" Fay laughed uncontrollably, her breath coming out in short gasps as she ran around the four walls of the room unstoppably, ramming into corners like a clumsy child. "Gonna catch you, catch you!" She squealed, still laughing so uncontrollably that she was running out of breath. Why was Lily so hard to catch? Just as she stopped to think, Fay bumped into the wall in front of her, stubbing her toe very painfully. She immediately fell to the floor, clutching her toe.

"Lily! It hurts," she looked at her friend as her laughter turned into tears. "I don't like playing catch..." She added as she continued to wail.

[Iilyda]

{Lol, I know, I love POV's. I'm inspired to make my own for another charrie now. ^^ I'm in the process of making two caretakers and another patient as I write.}

Elayna sat with her back to the wall, enjoying the lingering warmth of the bricks as it spread against her skin. She wore nothing but the thin, floral slip she was almost never without, and she was busy pulling her blonde hair into two braids around her head, kneeding stems of birds trefoil, ground ivy, and dogwood violet into her hair as she braided. Upon arrival to the group home, Elayna had been rather frightened; she did not want to leave home, and she missed it sorely. Dr. Primomo, her psychiatrist, had promised that she would not be here long though; soon enough it would be "okay" for Elayna to leave and then she could see her father and sisters again, although she was not too keen on seeing her mother anymore. Not for a while at least. But Elayna took comfort in the fact that she was not alone; she sighed, turning to look above her, at the black raven perched on top of the wall. "What do you think, Faeren?" she asked, gesturing to her braids. "Does it look alright?"

"Your hair looks quite like cabbage patch," Faeren squaked in reply, but Elayna only smirked and shook her head at him. Faeren was always one for scathing remarks and sly rebuttles. She was by now far used to it.

[Starbaby]

The grounds of the asylum grew restless as a hurried autumn breeze picked its way through the holes and cracks of the surrounding stone walls. The tree tops that reached past the wall danced and howled in the wind and it gave an eerie air to the place. As if the extra disturbance was needed. Wails and the occasional bloodcurdling scream echoed through the halls of the massive brick building that stood in the center of the grounds, the hair-raising aura of the place very noticeable without the moaning winds. The yard was thinly littered with those who ran the facility and their patients, the ones who were stable enough to leave their rooms. Rei, a young man of nineteen rested against the cool, uncomfortable red structure, one hand buried loosely in his white hair while the other tugged at his equally bright shirt. His pale lips moved in a hurried motion as he spoke quietly to himself, words coming easily from his busy and cluttered mind. Rei took no notice of anyone around him, he'd locked himself in his mind and his being outside was a failed attempt at freeing him.

[Iilyda]

Caretakers Form

Name :Alexandra St. Clare
Gender : Female
Age : 57
The area you work in : Murderer
Personality : Firm, stern, and fairly intimidating herself. She is well known throughout St. Auron’s for her rigid structure, and even more rigid method of recovery.
History : She has been working at St. Auron’s for nearly twenty years now; she has been completely immunized to the goings-on that happen there, as well as the children and adults that are housed there.
Crush : None
Boyfriend/Girlfriend : None
Other : None

Caretakers Form

Name : Ezra Bowman
Gender : Male
Age : 27
The area you work in : Insane
Personality : Ezra is what one might call a “true blue”; he has only just began his work into mental health, although he has a very broad background in psychology. He is very kind and supportive of the patients at St. Auron’s, and very tolerant. He has a weakness for doing little favors, especially for the children.
History : Ezra’s father suffered from Schizophrenia when he was a child. This effected his youth considerably; there were often times as a child that his father would round on him or accuse him of things he couldn’t possibly have done. When Ezra was fifteen, his father’s Schizophrenia led him to take his own life; Ezra found his father’s bloody corpse on the bathroom floor with the knife still clutched in his hands, his throat open and gushing blood. Ever since the day Ezra witnessed his father’s suicide, he sought to discover why it was he had chosen such a path, which led him into a career in Psychology, specializing mainly in mental illnesses.
Crush : None
Boyfriend/Girlfriend : A girl named Jennifer Wayland, who he has been dating for about a year now.
Other :None

Patients Form

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Name : Mortimer Carmichael
Gender : Male
Age : 18
Type of Patient : Insane (Cotard Delusion)
Why you are here : After nearly being killed in a DWI accident, Mortimer became convinced that he was not alive; that he had in fact died on the roadside as his body bled out his life onto the pavement. Due to these delusions, he has come to believe that he no longer bleeds, has no internal organs, and that his body is putrefying; he will not eat, nor does he sleep until he passes out. No one can seem to convince Mortimer that this condition is non-existent, and until a time when his condition is perhaps not so life-threatening, he has been moved to St. Auron’s.
Personality : Mortimer has become quite quiet and self-restrained ever since his accident, hardly ever speaking because at first he felt that no one could hear him in the first place. He often seems to be devoid of personality and emotion, an empty shell of the boy he once was. He has a broken look about him, and his eyes are gaunt and haunted. This monotony of blandness is only broken by paranoia; and in his fear, he can often be rather destructive.
History : As a student, Mortimer had been average, but like most kids his own age, he was more interested in his group of friends than he was in school. Early on in adolescence he became a heavy heroin user, spending most of his nights shooting up and downing shot glasses of the liquors the boys’ parents kept in the cabinets. He was finishing his senior year of high school the night he and his friends went out to the Quarry to have a pre-celebration party for their graduation. Hopelessly drunken, it was Mortimer’s friend Elliot who eventually insisted they all get home before they passed out in the Quarry. Even though Mortimer was the designated driver, he too was exceptionally intoxicated, and so as he drove the truck along the 7W at about three P.M., the car swerved into the other lane just as another driver came by, and having not put on a seatbelt, Mortimer flew out the windshield upon impact of the collision. In the lucid moments of agony, blood, twisted metal and car exhaust, Mortimer died. His spirit fled his body and watched as, hours later, police and fire engine’s arrived on the scene, bringing paramedics behind them, and loaded him and his friends onto stretchers. Elliot’s face was covered with a white sheet. Mortimer watched from a distance as he was brought to the town’s hospital; watched his lifeless body as the doctors futilely put it on life support. And then the Darkness came. Mortimer thought for sure that his Judgement had come, but instead when the Darkness fled, he was in an empty hospital room. Everything was sterile and the bed made and neat. There was nothing left of his body; only the spirit he now dwelled in, mockingly solid and to him, bloody and grotesque. From the day of his accident, he has never seen himself looking other than he saw his body after the accident; a corpse. And that is what he believes he is. His first words after recovery, following many months of silence were: “I am dead.” When the hospital’s psychiatrist could not bring Mortimer to rid himself of these delusions, his college fund was spent in order to get him into St. Auron’s.
Crush : None (He had a crush on a girl in his school named Monica, but after the accident and his “death”, he never saw her again.)
Boyfriend/Girlfriend : None
Other :His eyes are extremely pale blue, almost clear.

{I plan on making a more accurate description of Mortimer’s accident. And sorry the forms for my caretakers are so lame – writer’s block. DX}

[Starbaby]

(( Accepted, I'll put them up in a moment. I'm trying to make a caretaker too, as we seem to be over loaded with patients and are lacking in staff. It's difficult to find a decent picture of a nurse though. . .Bleh. ))