NOTICE
I am NOT accepting anymore female charries after `~AubreeHeights~` posts the form for hers. We need to keep the genders even. So, after Aubree's girl, only males will be accepted. I will post this on the front page as well, just so all of you know.
~|-_ASYLUM_-|~
Welcome to Asylum.
This is a place you've only seen in the theatrical films, the place you've only read of in fictional books. There are cruel mind games, torturing physical 'therapies', wicked nurses and twisted doctors. It is cold and evil here, dark in the hallways but starkwhite in the rooms. This is meant to keep you disoriented. Some have gone blind because of this. But the orderlies do not care. You are a mass of cells to them, a commingling of heart, lungs, nerves, and tissue. A playtoy for their sick games.
There is no going outside. No sunlight. No moonlight. No stars. Only perpetual fluorescence, which grew to blind the few who were here for far too long. And they will never leave.
Nor will you.
For you are one of their most prized toys, a very special mass of cells. They want you alive for the time being, to poke around your brain, to mess with your senses, all in hopes of cracking your defenses and leaving you like all of the rest; shaking, incoherent, violent, dark, insane.
But you are also one who refuses to crack. You stay as strong as necessary to survive the next day, and retreat to your sterile, padded room in weary silence. This is your daily routine. It never changes. You are hard-pressed to find any spare second for yourself...to practice your gifts.
Orderlies frown upon the usage of your gifts when they're not around to write their notes on the sleek white paper with their jet black pens. Or to note your gift's reaction when it is submerged under polar water. Or when it's given the shock treatment. You see, you are not a human to them. You are your gift, and that is what they are testing. The skin and feeling, the emotion that is your human self, is just a shell to them, to be disposed of when they have learned all they could through their sick methods.
There is no going outside. No sunlight. No moonlight. No stars. Only perpetual fluorescence, which grew to blind the few who were here for far too long. And they will never leave.
Nor will you.
For you are one of their most prized toys, a very special mass of cells. They want you alive for the time being, to poke around your brain, to mess with your senses, all in hopes of cracking your defenses and leaving you like all of the rest; shaking, incoherent, violent, dark, insane.
But you are also one who refuses to crack. You stay as strong as necessary to survive the next day, and retreat to your sterile, padded room in weary silence. This is your daily routine. It never changes. You are hard-pressed to find any spare second for yourself...to practice your gifts.
Orderlies frown upon the usage of your gifts when they're not around to write their notes on the sleek white paper with their jet black pens. Or to note your gift's reaction when it is submerged under polar water. Or when it's given the shock treatment. You see, you are not a human to them. You are your gift, and that is what they are testing. The skin and feeling, the emotion that is your human self, is just a shell to them, to be disposed of when they have learned all they could through their sick methods.
Will you let this happen?
It's nigh time to rebel. The Gifted have been getting restless, as have you. You are frantically searching, searching, but for what, no one knows. It's a pull you feel, a persistent ache to move...towards the dungeons of Asylum. Will you follow that urge, gathering in numbers with the other Gifted scattered throughout Asylum? Or will you remain timid and intimidated, unhelping and unmoving, too terrified to act? Will you allow your existence to be wiped away without a second thought?
Asylum is alive, fellow Gifted. And it is waiting.
It's nigh time to rebel. The Gifted have been getting restless, as have you. You are frantically searching, searching, but for what, no one knows. It's a pull you feel, a persistent ache to move...towards the dungeons of Asylum. Will you follow that urge, gathering in numbers with the other Gifted scattered throughout Asylum? Or will you remain timid and intimidated, unhelping and unmoving, too terrified to act? Will you allow your existence to be wiped away without a second thought?
Asylum is alive, fellow Gifted. And it is waiting.
.:\|FORMS|/:.
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.:\|RULES|/:.
1. All of Tess's rules apply, of course. ^.^
2. Romance and extreme drama are highly encouraged, but PG-13 is the limit
3. Violence is also encouraged, but please keep that PG-13 as well
4. I am the sole owner of this RP, but if you have a plot suggestion, let me know, and I'll add it to the front page.
5. No one else besides myself and the others invited here are permitted to post on this roleplay. You may read it if you like, but do NOT post.
6. Please erase the {Opt.} when you post your form.
7. Keep the genders even, please. From now on, if you have two charries, one has to be male. >.<
8. Two characters max. {I invited a lot of people...if I put no limit, there'd be waaaaaaay too many Gifted for Asylum.}
9. Have fun and go insane! xD
1. All of Tess's rules apply, of course. ^.^
2. Romance and extreme drama are highly encouraged, but PG-13 is the limit
3. Violence is also encouraged, but please keep that PG-13 as well
4. I am the sole owner of this RP, but if you have a plot suggestion, let me know, and I'll add it to the front page.
5. No one else besides myself and the others invited here are permitted to post on this roleplay. You may read it if you like, but do NOT post.
6. Please erase the {Opt.} when you post your form.
7. Keep the genders even, please. From now on, if you have two charries, one has to be male. >.<
8. Two characters max. {I invited a lot of people...if I put no limit, there'd be waaaaaaay too many Gifted for Asylum.}
9. Have fun and go insane! xD
.:\|MY CHARACTERS|/:.
|Username|: Eh, you already know. xD
|Name|: Damon Filtiarn
|Age|: 19
|Personality|: Damon doesn't really say much. Ever. Being half-insane does that to you; it makes you anti-social, uncompatible with people. Unfortunately, Damon has been at Asylum so long that he really has gone partly crazy. His old self, what he would have been like if he'd never come here, is non existent.
Now, he's a silent individual, tall and strong, ever-calculating, ever-watching. Always suspicious of any and every person he meets. He has occasional slips into delusions and incoherent talking; the crazy part of him. One moment he'll be talking to you in a normal tone, or walking with good posture, and the next his eyes grow glazed over, and he'll begin to speak in something that is like a different language, or will begin to shuffle, somewhat hunched over and cowering. He can't control these urges, and they happen at random intervals.
They say the eyes are the doorway to the soul. If so, what do his lead to? They are dark, nearly black in their deep brown, and seem to ever be burning with an unknown eagerness to do...something. Even he hasn't figured that out yet, but he suspects that it has something to do with the pull he feels towards the torture chambers and dungeons of Asylum.
He rarely ever communicates his feelings, whether with words or actions. He keeps to himself, though he will sacrifice his life without a second thought if another patient is in danger. He has done this many times, leading to shock treatments and power testing, increasing his insanity. The scars that decorate his neck, arms, and back all tell his tale, one bloody mark at a time.
But, somewhere deep down inside of his conscious, he's an actual human screaming to be let loose. Sometimes you get a glimpse of this human; when he actually speaks to a person before they speak to him, perhaps, or if he shows any sign of an emotion other than anger and hate. These are the only things that let him know that he's still Damon Jess Filtiarn, despite what Asylum has gleefully done to him.
|Gift/Power|: Damon's 'gift' is superhuman strength. He can easily lift something as large as a minivan without any effort, and something like a fully-stocked woodshed with only a slight huffing of breath. The orderlies marvel over him constantly, trying to find the mutated tissues in his system that give him this extraordinary ability. They still haven't found it, and they still are searching for it.
|Physical Mutation|: The veins on his arms and hands are slightly more pronounced than they are on normal humans. This is a nearly indiscernible mutation, but it occurred because of the many years of injections and medications, treatments and tortures given him by the orderlies and nurses.
|Theme Song|: Fading - Decyfer Down
|Crush|: Perhaps Brooke, later on. Right now, none.
|Other|: He has been at Asylum for the longest amount of time out of anyone there, even the normal patients. He's been there since he was four. He's gone blind because of the harmful lighting of blinding fluorescent that suddenly changed to almost nothing. And he's half-insane.
|Name|: Damon Filtiarn
|Age|: 19
|Personality|: Damon doesn't really say much. Ever. Being half-insane does that to you; it makes you anti-social, uncompatible with people. Unfortunately, Damon has been at Asylum so long that he really has gone partly crazy. His old self, what he would have been like if he'd never come here, is non existent.
Now, he's a silent individual, tall and strong, ever-calculating, ever-watching. Always suspicious of any and every person he meets. He has occasional slips into delusions and incoherent talking; the crazy part of him. One moment he'll be talking to you in a normal tone, or walking with good posture, and the next his eyes grow glazed over, and he'll begin to speak in something that is like a different language, or will begin to shuffle, somewhat hunched over and cowering. He can't control these urges, and they happen at random intervals.
They say the eyes are the doorway to the soul. If so, what do his lead to? They are dark, nearly black in their deep brown, and seem to ever be burning with an unknown eagerness to do...something. Even he hasn't figured that out yet, but he suspects that it has something to do with the pull he feels towards the torture chambers and dungeons of Asylum.
He rarely ever communicates his feelings, whether with words or actions. He keeps to himself, though he will sacrifice his life without a second thought if another patient is in danger. He has done this many times, leading to shock treatments and power testing, increasing his insanity. The scars that decorate his neck, arms, and back all tell his tale, one bloody mark at a time.
But, somewhere deep down inside of his conscious, he's an actual human screaming to be let loose. Sometimes you get a glimpse of this human; when he actually speaks to a person before they speak to him, perhaps, or if he shows any sign of an emotion other than anger and hate. These are the only things that let him know that he's still Damon Jess Filtiarn, despite what Asylum has gleefully done to him.
|Gift/Power|: Damon's 'gift' is superhuman strength. He can easily lift something as large as a minivan without any effort, and something like a fully-stocked woodshed with only a slight huffing of breath. The orderlies marvel over him constantly, trying to find the mutated tissues in his system that give him this extraordinary ability. They still haven't found it, and they still are searching for it.
|Physical Mutation|: The veins on his arms and hands are slightly more pronounced than they are on normal humans. This is a nearly indiscernible mutation, but it occurred because of the many years of injections and medications, treatments and tortures given him by the orderlies and nurses.
|Theme Song|: Fading - Decyfer Down
|Crush|: Perhaps Brooke, later on. Right now, none.
|Other|: He has been at Asylum for the longest amount of time out of anyone there, even the normal patients. He's been there since he was four. He's gone blind because of the harmful lighting of blinding fluorescent that suddenly changed to almost nothing. And he's half-insane.
|Username|: ...
|Name|: Raquel Phyre
|Age|: 18
|Personality|: Raquel hasn't been at Asylum for very long. She's only been here a year, and she's already learned the hardest lessons of her life. Her normally fiery temper, her sarcastic humor, has been subdued to a quiet, timid girl, one who speaks with a trembling, somewhat stuttering voice.
She used to be one of the most outgoing and get-things-done type of girl you could find. She'd make friends with virtually anyone she met, and she'd always be the first to say hello or crack a funny joke in awkward situations. She'd never been much for flirting, but she seemed to attract the attention of guys anyway; probably just by her natural charisma. She was simply a great person to be around.
And then she came to Asylum after being taken from her picture-perfect life and home. Over a year of nothing but mental torment and physical torture, Raquel has slowly began her journey into self-retreatment, depending on only herself, trusting no one else to do anything for her. She'll lay on the rock-hard cot by the end of the day and close her eyes, simply lying there and letting the tears fall.
She's growing a bit more numb to everything each day, forcing herself to retreat even further into her own mind, and therefore becoming something of a zombie. She'll walk around with a clouded look in her eye, as if she's actually somewhere else, and her body was left behind to wander without a soul. That is far from true, though; she knows exactly where she is, and despite how much she yearns to, she cannot drag herself away from this place.
And she is extremely frightened of that pull towards the basement, the dungeons, the chambers of Asylum. Her logic instantly screams at her to ignore it, to tell her that imminent death await down there. That it's a mindtrick of the orderlies to make you want to go down to the cellars. The final test.
Raquel partly believes this, but she knows deep down that it's not true. Whatever is pulling her and the Gifted down to the place, is the thing of their escape, the thing that will give them their lives back. But she still can't get up the courage to do a thing about it.
|Gift/Power|: Raquel has the power of influencing emotions. When you are upset and angry, she can calm and relax you. When you feel sad and frustrated, she can relieve your frustration and make you happy. She can also sense emotions, which helps with what she influences them to be. She doesn't do this all of the time, and actually hates to; she feels it's invading someone else's privacy, that she's overriding what they want to do. Therefore, she rarely uses this power.
|Physical Mutation|: None, but she is soon to get one.
|Theme Song|: Bring Me To Life - Evanescence
|Crush|: None yet, but she'll respond if someone gets to her first. :3
|Other|: None
|Name|: Raquel Phyre
|Age|: 18
|Personality|: Raquel hasn't been at Asylum for very long. She's only been here a year, and she's already learned the hardest lessons of her life. Her normally fiery temper, her sarcastic humor, has been subdued to a quiet, timid girl, one who speaks with a trembling, somewhat stuttering voice.
She used to be one of the most outgoing and get-things-done type of girl you could find. She'd make friends with virtually anyone she met, and she'd always be the first to say hello or crack a funny joke in awkward situations. She'd never been much for flirting, but she seemed to attract the attention of guys anyway; probably just by her natural charisma. She was simply a great person to be around.
And then she came to Asylum after being taken from her picture-perfect life and home. Over a year of nothing but mental torment and physical torture, Raquel has slowly began her journey into self-retreatment, depending on only herself, trusting no one else to do anything for her. She'll lay on the rock-hard cot by the end of the day and close her eyes, simply lying there and letting the tears fall.
She's growing a bit more numb to everything each day, forcing herself to retreat even further into her own mind, and therefore becoming something of a zombie. She'll walk around with a clouded look in her eye, as if she's actually somewhere else, and her body was left behind to wander without a soul. That is far from true, though; she knows exactly where she is, and despite how much she yearns to, she cannot drag herself away from this place.
And she is extremely frightened of that pull towards the basement, the dungeons, the chambers of Asylum. Her logic instantly screams at her to ignore it, to tell her that imminent death await down there. That it's a mindtrick of the orderlies to make you want to go down to the cellars. The final test.
Raquel partly believes this, but she knows deep down that it's not true. Whatever is pulling her and the Gifted down to the place, is the thing of their escape, the thing that will give them their lives back. But she still can't get up the courage to do a thing about it.
|Gift/Power|: Raquel has the power of influencing emotions. When you are upset and angry, she can calm and relax you. When you feel sad and frustrated, she can relieve your frustration and make you happy. She can also sense emotions, which helps with what she influences them to be. She doesn't do this all of the time, and actually hates to; she feels it's invading someone else's privacy, that she's overriding what they want to do. Therefore, she rarely uses this power.
|Physical Mutation|: None, but she is soon to get one.
|Theme Song|: Bring Me To Life - Evanescence
|Crush|: None yet, but she'll respond if someone gets to her first. :3
|Other|: None
.:\|THE GIFTED|/:.
Males
{Username/|\Char. Name/|\Age/|\Crush/|\Theme Song}
Iridescent/|\Damon Filtiarn/|\19/|\None for now, later Brooke/|\Fading - Decyfer Down
Dreamy-ness/|\Jack Johnson/|\17/|\None/|\I Don't Care - Fall Out Boy
Serena/|\Bonifaz Detlef/|\10/|\None/|\I Sing a Rainbow
-Bluebird-/|\Mitchell Gaskarth/|\19/|\None/|\The Kill - 30 Seconds to Mars
Hargreaves/|\Lysander Addison Jenner/|\15/|\None/|\30 Minutes - T.A.T.U
`~AubreeHeights~`/|\Tristen Luna/|\18/|\None/|\Details in the Fabric - Jason Mraz
Dreamy-ness/|\Victor Sykes/|\16{almost 17}/|\None/|\None
Females
{Username/|\Char. Name/|\Age/|\Crush/|\Theme Song}
Iridescent/|\Raquel Phyre/|\18/|\None/|\Bring Me To Life - Evanescence
Sacred Sin/|\Brooke "BK" Archilla/|\18/|\None/|\Bulletproof - La Roux
Serena/|\Benedicte Panthere/|\16/|\None/|\18 Wheeler - P!nk
Kgryphon/|\Leviathan Katherine/|\22/|\None/|\Micheal(Jump In) - No More Kings/Playing with the Big Boys Now - Prince of Egypt
Kgryphon/|\Mary "Lilith" Jones/|\16/|\None/|\Dream a Dream - Captain Jack
-Bluebird-/|\Mackenna Meadows "Kenna"/|\18/|\None/|\Never Say Never - The Fray
.:.:Reasons:.:./|\Aza Joe "AJ" Lai/|\18/|\None/|\Careful - Paramore
`~AubreeHeights~`/|\Jasmine "Jazzy" Nadez/|\19/|\None/|\Bruise Easily - Natasha Bedingfield
