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__Fɪʟᴇ Nᴀᴍᴇ: David Cᴏɴғɪᴅᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟ; Aᴜᴛʜᴏʀɪᴢᴇᴅ Pᴇʀsᴏɴɴᴇʟ Oɴʟʏ__
Nᴀᴍᴇ: Isaac "The Butcher" Theodore David
Tɪᴛʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ Asʏʟᴜᴍ: Surgeon
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Masculine
Aɢᴇ: 49 DOB: May 9th
Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ:
[ http://i.models.com/i/db/2008/11/3441... ]
Isaac has sharp facial features and dark, almost lifeless eyes. His hair is a chestnut brown, unkempt majority of the time. With dark brown, nearly black iris, his gaze can easily get uncomfortable. This is not to say it can't be comforting, but it rarely is, due to his duties in the Asylum. His exotic features give him a certain charm, but not nearly as pleasant to the eye as Stockhill. He stands at exactly 6'0", and is muscular and fit. Despite his age, he seems to evade the bad effects of aging, although his hair is starting to grey at the roots, somehow adding to his charm.
Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ:
Saying Isaac lacks a personality is not completely true, but not exactly false either. In front of many, he seems to be plain, not showing a lot of his inner self. However, in front of people he trusts and cares for, he seems to come to life. Even in his eyes, the look changes from one of uncaring attitude to that of character. He is quiet, but he's friendly, unless you mess with him or who ever he considers friends. That's when he will flip to a dark and quite frightening man, one that could be thought of as insane. That man is not quiet and most certainly not friendly. That man is almost like a completely knew personality. This is the man that gains the terror that deep down he craves, and this is the man that can mercilessly kill those he is asked to dispose of.
Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ:
As a child, Isaac had always been just a little odd, enjoying hunting and killing animals with the multitude of pocket knives he got from his father. Both his parents tended to neglect him, his father the head of a large company, and his mother always bringing strange men to the house and disappearing for hours. Eventually, he got to the point where he'd go off on his own, walk around without a care. He came upon a house plenty nicer than his own, and curiously wandered in through the backdoor. He evaded the multitude of maids and stumbled across a kid around his age. The need for attention and a friend made him practically attach himself to this child. Montmorency Stockhill, he learned was his name. In the years following, he'd come over often, despite the fact that this kid was anti-social and didn't really pay him much mind. That didn't seem to bother him, as long as he had someone to talk to and hang out with. Eventually, the two children grew up into young men. When Isaac learned that the Stockhill's were moving, he found himself without a friend once again. That thought was devastating to him, and while he didn't necessarily express that thought out loud, in the years that passed, his hobby of cutting open animals turned into a hobby of performing unusual surgery on humans, becoming a sort of shut in. Years later, he heard of a family that was running an asylum a few towns over, and found that it was the Stockhills. By the time Isaac came to visit, he learned that the eldest Stockhill had suddenly passed, and that Mont was now running the show. His old friend coming to surface brought out the part of Isaac that attaches to things, causing him to ask for a job at the asylum as well as move to that very town. He's been loyal to Stockhill ever since, often calling him a friend, despite the fact that he really isn't considered that.
Nᴀᴍᴇ: Isaac "The Butcher" Theodore David
Tɪᴛʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ Asʏʟᴜᴍ: Surgeon
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Masculine
Aɢᴇ: 49 DOB: May 9th
Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ:
[ http://i.models.com/i/db/2008/11/3441... ]
Isaac has sharp facial features and dark, almost lifeless eyes. His hair is a chestnut brown, unkempt majority of the time. With dark brown, nearly black iris, his gaze can easily get uncomfortable. This is not to say it can't be comforting, but it rarely is, due to his duties in the Asylum. His exotic features give him a certain charm, but not nearly as pleasant to the eye as Stockhill. He stands at exactly 6'0", and is muscular and fit. Despite his age, he seems to evade the bad effects of aging, although his hair is starting to grey at the roots, somehow adding to his charm.
Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ:
Saying Isaac lacks a personality is not completely true, but not exactly false either. In front of many, he seems to be plain, not showing a lot of his inner self. However, in front of people he trusts and cares for, he seems to come to life. Even in his eyes, the look changes from one of uncaring attitude to that of character. He is quiet, but he's friendly, unless you mess with him or who ever he considers friends. That's when he will flip to a dark and quite frightening man, one that could be thought of as insane. That man is not quiet and most certainly not friendly. That man is almost like a completely knew personality. This is the man that gains the terror that deep down he craves, and this is the man that can mercilessly kill those he is asked to dispose of.
Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ:
As a child, Isaac had always been just a little odd, enjoying hunting and killing animals with the multitude of pocket knives he got from his father. Both his parents tended to neglect him, his father the head of a large company, and his mother always bringing strange men to the house and disappearing for hours. Eventually, he got to the point where he'd go off on his own, walk around without a care. He came upon a house plenty nicer than his own, and curiously wandered in through the backdoor. He evaded the multitude of maids and stumbled across a kid around his age. The need for attention and a friend made him practically attach himself to this child. Montmorency Stockhill, he learned was his name. In the years following, he'd come over often, despite the fact that this kid was anti-social and didn't really pay him much mind. That didn't seem to bother him, as long as he had someone to talk to and hang out with. Eventually, the two children grew up into young men. When Isaac learned that the Stockhill's were moving, he found himself without a friend once again. That thought was devastating to him, and while he didn't necessarily express that thought out loud, in the years that passed, his hobby of cutting open animals turned into a hobby of performing unusual surgery on humans, becoming a sort of shut in. Years later, he heard of a family that was running an asylum a few towns over, and found that it was the Stockhills. By the time Isaac came to visit, he learned that the eldest Stockhill had suddenly passed, and that Mont was now running the show. His old friend coming to surface brought out the part of Isaac that attaches to things, causing him to ask for a job at the asylum as well as move to that very town. He's been loyal to Stockhill ever since, often calling him a friend, despite the fact that he really isn't considered that.
Name: James Linkin
Title and Status within the Asylum:Chemist
Gender: Male
Age: (and DOB)
Appearance: (an image AND brief description)
Personality: (2-5 sentences will do just fine)
History: (at least 4 sentences please. And be sure to include who they are and how they pertain to the role play...)
Title and Status within the Asylum:Chemist
Gender: Male
Age: (and DOB)
Appearance: (an image AND brief description)
Personality: (2-5 sentences will do just fine)
History: (at least 4 sentences please. And be sure to include who they are and how they pertain to the role play...)
Name: Victoria Kilburn
Title and Status within the Asylum: Health and Mental state, doctor. She is in the middle of the doctor chain. She is the person who 'checks up' on the inmates and makes sure they are 'in a good state'.
Gender: Female
Age: 32
Appearance:
Victoria is unlike anyone you've ever seen. Her eyes are yellow and bold like a cat's, and her skin is pale as can be, due to her being in the asylum all the time. But her hair is curled, and past her shoulders, she ties it back due to her kind of work. Her lips are full, and she always paints it red, with what no one knows.
Personality: Victoria is a rather unique person, she doesn't speak much, and when she does you don't know if it's going to be good or bad, she herself knows exactly what to say and when to say it, but she indulges herself with her hobbies in work. But that's a secret only she could show you ;)
History: Victoria is the doctor who really make sure the inmates stay insane, she tells them lies about their life, and even hypnotizes them. But when she's in the mood she likes to torture the patient, sometimes even kills them if they beg for death. She likes the power it gives her, but she must be wary due to secrecy.
Title and Status within the Asylum: Health and Mental state, doctor. She is in the middle of the doctor chain. She is the person who 'checks up' on the inmates and makes sure they are 'in a good state'.
Gender: Female
Age: 32
Appearance:
Victoria is unlike anyone you've ever seen. Her eyes are yellow and bold like a cat's, and her skin is pale as can be, due to her being in the asylum all the time. But her hair is curled, and past her shoulders, she ties it back due to her kind of work. Her lips are full, and she always paints it red, with what no one knows.
Personality: Victoria is a rather unique person, she doesn't speak much, and when she does you don't know if it's going to be good or bad, she herself knows exactly what to say and when to say it, but she indulges herself with her hobbies in work. But that's a secret only she could show you ;)
History: Victoria is the doctor who really make sure the inmates stay insane, she tells them lies about their life, and even hypnotizes them. But when she's in the mood she likes to torture the patient, sometimes even kills them if they beg for death. She likes the power it gives her, but she must be wary due to secrecy.
__Fɪʟᴇ Nᴀᴍᴇ: Peters Cᴏɴғɪᴅᴇɴᴛɪᴀʟ; Aᴜᴛʜᴏʀɪᴢᴇᴅ Pᴇʀsᴏɴɴᴇʟ Oɴʟʏ__
Nᴀᴍᴇ: Jonathan Peters
Tɪᴛʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ Asʏʟᴜᴍ: Anesthesiologist and Therapist; He isn't very popular with his co-workers, mainly by his own choice.
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Masculine
Aɢᴇ: 32 DOB: June 10th
Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ:
[ http://blog.chosenmodels.com/wp-conte... ]
Jonathan a fairly attractive man who stands at around 6'3", weighing approximately 187 lbs. His eyes are a milk chocolate brown on most occasions, however, there are times that they'll appear to have flecks of gold in them or even turn jet black. It's unknown as to why this happens, but it seems to be connected to his mood. His hair is black near the ends, fading into a dark brown near the roots, and it is almost always perfectly styled. Jon's face is almost never clean shaven unless his facial hair is becoming too long. While his features aren't necessarily sharp, he has a strong jaw and nose. His attire consists of outfits identical to this one:
[ http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m13... ]
*Note: He carries around multiple needles on the inside of his coat, in which are anesthetics strong enough to knock any of the girls in the asylum out within a minute, and drowsy/limp within ten seconds.
Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ:
Jonathan would appear to be a cold-hearted man with little sympathy for others, with the way he acts towards majority of his co-workers, however, when he gets into a one-on-one setting with the girls at the asylum, he's quite gentle and speaks in a low soothing voice, one calm enough to lull someone to sleep. It's not likely one would notice it, but he is quite fond of insanity, and frequently adds fuel to the girls' mental fire in a subtle manner. On the outside, he is someone who's collected and prepared for seemingly anything. On the inside, he's a leech, feeding off of the madness in the asylum to soothe his own anxiety and possible insanity.
Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ:
Once upon a time, a business man whom had just earned his wealth and fortune decided to celebrate this new found riches. This man hired a female off the streets, young and beautiful and new to the lifestyle. Celebrating all through the night, he left her in the morning where she lie in that inn, although he had the courtesy to leave her money and pay for the room. Nine months later, this whore birthed a baby boy. She was going to toss him into a river, let him die before anyone knew of his existence and let them believe he was a miscarriage. But one look into his gold speckled eyes, so much like her own, and she would dare throw him away. She named him Jonathan after her father, who surely wanted nothing to do with her. This child grew up the life of a poor boy, living by pick-pocketing and thieving. This boy knew no better. Years passed, and he lived this way, all the way up until the age of fourteen. Almost a young man. That was when he finally met the man who gave him life, although, not a father in his eyes. His mother told the business man, now wealthy and stuck-up, he was his father, and she needed his help to keep them alive. The man was no scrooge, but he was reluctant. He sent money, but not much, and never did he label his letters with his name. No evidence. Jonathan didn't mind. He lived this way for his whole life, so who needed a man who didn't want him to be his son anyway? He got into a lot of trouble, a lot of fights, battles he ended up starting to crave, saying words that only brought on angry spits of fire from peoples mouths. He started to enjoy it, breaking peoples sanity, breaking their calm. Age seventeen, time to be a real man, get a mentor, work for a living. That was when he took notice to the asylum in his hometown, one he came across a long time ago, but never really acknowledged. People were already broken there, insanity eating away at their heads. He wanted desperately to go there, to work there. Something in him pulled toward it, however... he chose instead to go elsewhere, finding his way into medical practice, starting off as a young apprentice who got to do no more than make and administer the anesthetics that the doctor himself concocted. A few years passed of this, and the doctor fell ill, putting Jonathan out of a job. That thing inside him pulled him toward the asylum once again, but this time, his expertise in anesthetics were enough to get him to go inside and ask for a job, one which he got to his own surprise. For years he's worked in the asylum, finding his own special fast working anesthetics that works quite well on the patients inside, as well as finding that he quite enjoyed the air inside the safe house of the mad. For some reason, it calmed him, made that fire inside of him burn low, the one that craved to burn the sanity away from people. Every now and again, there will come a time when that imaginary flame grows and starts to make him anxious, bring out a side that quips likely unnecessary remarks at people to make them lose their lid. This mostly happens if someone who's sane tries to talk to him for too long, which is why he doesn't exactly like talking with people who work at the asylum. For some reason, he finds himself completely at ease around Dr. Stockhill, not even the slightest bit anxious.
Nᴀᴍᴇ: Jonathan Peters
Tɪᴛʟᴇ ᴀɴᴅ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ Asʏʟᴜᴍ: Anesthesiologist and Therapist; He isn't very popular with his co-workers, mainly by his own choice.
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Masculine
Aɢᴇ: 32 DOB: June 10th
Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ:
[ http://blog.chosenmodels.com/wp-conte... ]
Jonathan a fairly attractive man who stands at around 6'3", weighing approximately 187 lbs. His eyes are a milk chocolate brown on most occasions, however, there are times that they'll appear to have flecks of gold in them or even turn jet black. It's unknown as to why this happens, but it seems to be connected to his mood. His hair is black near the ends, fading into a dark brown near the roots, and it is almost always perfectly styled. Jon's face is almost never clean shaven unless his facial hair is becoming too long. While his features aren't necessarily sharp, he has a strong jaw and nose. His attire consists of outfits identical to this one:
[ http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m13... ]
*Note: He carries around multiple needles on the inside of his coat, in which are anesthetics strong enough to knock any of the girls in the asylum out within a minute, and drowsy/limp within ten seconds.
Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ:
Jonathan would appear to be a cold-hearted man with little sympathy for others, with the way he acts towards majority of his co-workers, however, when he gets into a one-on-one setting with the girls at the asylum, he's quite gentle and speaks in a low soothing voice, one calm enough to lull someone to sleep. It's not likely one would notice it, but he is quite fond of insanity, and frequently adds fuel to the girls' mental fire in a subtle manner. On the outside, he is someone who's collected and prepared for seemingly anything. On the inside, he's a leech, feeding off of the madness in the asylum to soothe his own anxiety and possible insanity.
Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ:
Once upon a time, a business man whom had just earned his wealth and fortune decided to celebrate this new found riches. This man hired a female off the streets, young and beautiful and new to the lifestyle. Celebrating all through the night, he left her in the morning where she lie in that inn, although he had the courtesy to leave her money and pay for the room. Nine months later, this whore birthed a baby boy. She was going to toss him into a river, let him die before anyone knew of his existence and let them believe he was a miscarriage. But one look into his gold speckled eyes, so much like her own, and she would dare throw him away. She named him Jonathan after her father, who surely wanted nothing to do with her. This child grew up the life of a poor boy, living by pick-pocketing and thieving. This boy knew no better. Years passed, and he lived this way, all the way up until the age of fourteen. Almost a young man. That was when he finally met the man who gave him life, although, not a father in his eyes. His mother told the business man, now wealthy and stuck-up, he was his father, and she needed his help to keep them alive. The man was no scrooge, but he was reluctant. He sent money, but not much, and never did he label his letters with his name. No evidence. Jonathan didn't mind. He lived this way for his whole life, so who needed a man who didn't want him to be his son anyway? He got into a lot of trouble, a lot of fights, battles he ended up starting to crave, saying words that only brought on angry spits of fire from peoples mouths. He started to enjoy it, breaking peoples sanity, breaking their calm. Age seventeen, time to be a real man, get a mentor, work for a living. That was when he took notice to the asylum in his hometown, one he came across a long time ago, but never really acknowledged. People were already broken there, insanity eating away at their heads. He wanted desperately to go there, to work there. Something in him pulled toward it, however... he chose instead to go elsewhere, finding his way into medical practice, starting off as a young apprentice who got to do no more than make and administer the anesthetics that the doctor himself concocted. A few years passed of this, and the doctor fell ill, putting Jonathan out of a job. That thing inside him pulled him toward the asylum once again, but this time, his expertise in anesthetics were enough to get him to go inside and ask for a job, one which he got to his own surprise. For years he's worked in the asylum, finding his own special fast working anesthetics that works quite well on the patients inside, as well as finding that he quite enjoyed the air inside the safe house of the mad. For some reason, it calmed him, made that fire inside of him burn low, the one that craved to burn the sanity away from people. Every now and again, there will come a time when that imaginary flame grows and starts to make him anxious, bring out a side that quips likely unnecessary remarks at people to make them lose their lid. This mostly happens if someone who's sane tries to talk to him for too long, which is why he doesn't exactly like talking with people who work at the asylum. For some reason, he finds himself completely at ease around Dr. Stockhill, not even the slightest bit anxious.
Name:Morpheus Dread
Title and Status within the Asylum:Head chemist
Gender:Male
Age: 32-13th of May
Appearance:
Personality: (2-5 sentences will do just fine)
History: (at least 4 sentences please. And be sure to include who they are and how they pertain to the role play...)
Title and Status within the Asylum:Head chemist
Gender:Male
Age: 32-13th of May
Appearance:
Personality: (2-5 sentences will do just fine)
History: (at least 4 sentences please. And be sure to include who they are and how they pertain to the role play...)
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Fυll Nαмe: Doctor James R. Morris
Tιтle: Psychologist
Sтαтυѕ: Active within Asylum
Geɴder: male
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Seхυαlιтy: heterosexual
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