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│ Nᴀᴍᴇ │ Dr Jackson Anderson
│ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ │ Dr J
│ Aɢᴇ │ 35
│ Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ 6th June
│ Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ 7am
│ Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ London, England

│ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Rᴏʟᴇ │ Male
│ Bɪʀᴛʜ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ │ Male
│ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ │ Bisexual
│ Pʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs │ Single
│ Pᴀsᴛ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs │ Many have fallen infatuated with Jackson, or rather his mind, but he has never returned those feelings.

│ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ │

│ Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛs │
Charles Anderson - Father - Deceased
Marie Anderson - Mother - Deceased
│ Sɪʙʟɪɴɢs │
Alexander Anderson - Little Brother - Alive, aged 19
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│ Iᴍᴀɢᴇ │


│ Hᴀɪʀ │ Brown
│ Eʏᴇs │ Light brown
│ Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ │ Pale
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅ │ Slender
│ Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ │ Andrew Scott

"Can't you just hear it, Alex? That delicious sound?"

"That's the sound of my brilliance, my darling little brother."

Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌ
│ Iɴsᴀɴɪᴛʏ Tʏᴘᴇ │ Alleged psychopath

│ Cʀɪᴍᴇ │ Homicide, theft, illegal infiltration, illegal trade, slavery.

│ Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ │
Jackson was born to a very wealthy, very influential and for all the world seemed like he had a bright and promising future set out for him. His intelligence far outstretched his peers, in the most subtle and unremarkable way. He was not so much clever as he was charismatic, and even in his earliest years, his manipulation skills were astronomical.

No one had ever thought him strange, at least, until the night of the 31st October, when he was 22 years old - Halloween, and his younger brother Alexander's 6th birthday. His loving parents, Charles and Marie, had organised a costume party in their lovely big mansion and lots of lovely people came, all whom Jackson loved so damn dearly.

Naturally, only rich people attended and because of this all the costumes were of the highest quality. It wasn't until 3 hours after the deed was done that anyone noticed that Charles and Marie were dead. Oh, Jackson had put on a good show, holding his younger brother close and crying ever so heavily. His brother had not understood, but being so young, he was a victim to Jackson's words from the outset.

And so Jackson inherited everything - the estate, the business, the reputation... And he had handed everything over to the 'ordinary people' to take care of for him. He had much bigger fish to catch than the famous tuna fish his parents had sold. Putting someone else in charge and taking his little brother, he traveled the world, making his connections, getting into bad business as he went, and all the while leaving a trail of dead bodies behind him. Collateral damage? Perhaps, but he couldn't deny his enjoyment in the pastime.

His downfall came when he had returned to his London home, when he had turned 33, his brother now 17 years old. The little brat had gone and fallen in love, had trusted her blindly and told her everything. It was clear to Jackson that his brother had clearly not learned a thing from him. Nevertheless, the two were arrested and after immaculate acting on Jackson's behalf, he was declared clinically insane. His brother didn't require a false tongue, because undoubtedly, Jackson had already broken him. And so the two ventured to the asylum together, and Jackson hopes it will be an interesting new chapter to the story of his life.



│ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ │
Jackson will always appear to be first, quite charming and funny. His aristocratic upbringing clearly had a good affect on his social abilities and he is able to befriend almost anyone. Of course, not everyone is fooled by his charm, and to those he is sarcastic, yet still friendly. He is not known for getting angry very often at all - almost everything amuses him - and yet he can get very upset over things, or so he'd have you think.

He is a lover of all things classic and vintage, from his clothes to his taste in music and literature. Nothing about Jackson is anything less than pure class, and he would never have it any other way.

He's very intimidating, and his haphazard personality and casual death threats terrify some people. His real face can be frightening indeed, and angry, so very angry. At nothing in particular. He both adores and despises people and he truly believes that he is a god, a god in which life is simply a chess board, and each little person is a pawn for him to play with. And oh how he loves to play games. You could say he was insane, but it really is a matter of opinion. That is, I think it's more comforting to think he's out of his mind. Nothing worse than a sane killer, right?

│ Lɪᴋᴇs │
☻ Simplicity
☻ Dedication
☻ Silk
☻ Arson
☻ Music

│ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs │
☹ Morals
☹ Frivolity
☹ Losing
☹ Low hygiene
☹ Being out of control

│ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs │
✮ Manipulative
✮ Charming
✮ Rich and powerful
✮ Cautious
✮ Intelligent

│ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs │
☆ Careless
☆ Curious
☆ Easily led
☆ His allies are born from fear
☆ His brother

│ Fᴇᴀʀs │
✗ Losing
✗ Insanity
✗ Thunder

"Mr Anderson, will you tell us why you killed them that night?"

"Because, pretty police lady... They asked me to. Oh yes, begged even."
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"Sometimes, we don't know whose watching."







║↬|Name|↫║Barton Winslow Mathis
║↬|Alias|↫║ The Dollmaker
║↬|Age|↫║ Fourty-Six
║↬|Date of Birth|↫║ October 15, 1968
|↜║Place of Birth║↝| Denver, Colorado

║↬|Gender|↫║ Male ♂
|↜║Sexuality║↝| Heterosexual

║↬|Relationship Status|↫║ Not Looking



║↬|Physical Appearance|↫║







|↜║Hair║↝| Gray/White

|↜║Eyes║↝| Light Green

|↜║Weight║↝| 185 lb

|↜║Height║↝| Six foot


"You could be perfect... like them."






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Cold

Barton shows no love, compassion, or mercy for anything he does or had done. One in a while you'll get a smile from him but that's only when a sick joke appears in his head. He will also kill without mercy or regret, his reasons where good enough to have over thirty victims.

Precise

Barton never does anything without a reason to do it. He always was able to stay one step ahead of the police, detectives, and even The FBI because of it. The one time he took a gut move it landed him in jail and a psych ward, so he vowed from that day to plan out everything to a T, espacilly if he wants a new doll. (hide spoiler)]

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│ Nᴀᴍᴇ │ Alexander Anderson
│ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ │ Alex, Lex
│ Aɢᴇ │ 19
│ Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ 31st October
│ Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ 6.06am
│ Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ London, England

│ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Rᴏʟᴇ │ Male
│ Bɪʀᴛʜ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ │ Male
│ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ │ Heterosexual
│ Pʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs │ Single
│ Pᴀsᴛ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs │ His ex-girlfriend Angela

│ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ │
│ Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛs │
Charles Anderson - Father - deceased
Marie Anderson - Mother - deceased
│ Sɪʙʟɪɴɢs │
Jackson Anderson - Brother - 35 - alive

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│ Iᴍᴀɢᴇ │


│ Hᴀɪʀ │ Light brown/dark blonde
│ Eʏᴇs │ Dark brown
│ Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ │ Fair
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅ │ Broad
│ Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ │ Evan Peters

Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌ
│ Iɴsᴀɴɪᴛʏ Tʏᴘᴇ │ Multiple Personality Disorder
│ Cʀɪᴍᴇ │ Associating with criminals, mutilation, murder

│ Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ │
Alexander has very few memories of his earlier life, having suppressed the image of his parents almost entirely. He was only very young when they were killed, by his brother in fact. Then he had not know the implications of this, because there was no doubt in his mind that Jackson loved him. Essentially, his old life was forgotten, and he was raised in the heart of the criminal underworld. His brother was a spider at the centre of a web, and he was stood alongside him. He was perfectly accustomed to the sight of torture, people dying, etc. And yet he could not shake the feeling that something was somehow wrong...

Therefore, he presumed something was missing. And upon returning to London, he met his first love Angela, at a park. She had been sweet, and beautiful, and he had fallen for her completely, to the point of blind infatuation. Presumably she loved him too, that was until he decided they needed to take more steps in their relationship, and confessed everything. The crime, the murder of his parents, the traveling - everything.

Naturally, Angela did not take this news well. She fled his mansion in the night, terrified, and rang the police, telling them everything. Of course, she was in the middle of nowhere, and that turned out to be quite an issue. After telling Jackson, his older brother ordered him to go and find her and bring her back, dead or alive. No one really knows what happened, not even Alexander himself, but Angela came back in several pieces. The success was short lived however, as the police turned up some minutes later, arresting them both. On realising Alexander was completely and utterly insane, they referred him to the asylum for safekeeping.



│ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ │
Alexander is quite the sweetheart when you first meet him. Simple and friendly, he has a coy and shy air about him, with a delicate charm that seems to run in his family. He gets excited easily over the most trivial things, and is happiest when he is able to talk with someone in good nature. Chatting is easily his favourite pastime, and he is unfathomably sociable. He likes the outdoors, and regularly pesters the nurses to take him out - something they obviously never do.

Alexander's DID has only been apparent on a few occasions and he is not aware of the effects, though his older brother has met Blaise on numerous occasions. Blaise is silent, stoic, and intimidating. He reminds many of a hawk, and is always watching people. Given a first chance, he will cut someone down without warning. It was Blaise, not Alexander, who killed Angela. Blaise often appears when Alexander is frightened, such as a thunderstorm, hence his appearance when chasing Angela.

│ Lɪᴋᴇs │
☻ Outdoors
☻ Chocolate
☻ Music
☻ Poker
☻ Whiskey

│ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs │
☹ Losing his memory
☹ His old home
☹ Being locked up
☹ The nurses
☹ Thunder



│ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs │
✮ Blaise
✮ He genuinely doesn't remember his crimes
✮ Maths
✮ He appears cute
✮ He has Jackson

│ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs │
☆ Simple
☆ Gullible
☆ Girls
☆ Blaise

│ Fᴇᴀʀs │
✗ Thunder
✗ Jackson dying
✗ Blaise


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"Go on... say it again, deny your insanity."


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│ Nᴀᴍᴇ │ Zackary Rivaille
│ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ │ Satan's Little Helper
│ Aɢᴇ │ 24
│ Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ 16th January
│ Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ 3am
│ Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ Texas, USA
│ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Rᴏʟᴇ │ Male
│ Bɪʀᴛʜ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ │ Male
│ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ │ Pansexual
│ Pʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs │ Single
│ Pᴀsᴛ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs │ All dead, oops.

│ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ │
│ Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛs │
Adelaide Rivaille - Mother - dead
Father - unknown
│ Sɪʙʟɪɴɢs │
Penelope Rivaille - sister - dead

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│ Iᴍᴀɢᴇ │


│ Hᴀɪʀ │ Golden
│ Eʏᴇs │ Golden
│ Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ │ Fair
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅ │ Muscled, yet slender
│ Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ │ Jackson Rathbone

Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌ
│ Iɴsᴀɴɪᴛʏ Tʏᴘᴇ │ Psychotic

│ Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ │
Zackary was born in Texas, USA, and was given a gun to hold even before he could walk. His mother was a cautious woman, and a needy one at that, who sought the need to have many boyfriends, all more dangerous and brutish than the last. Did any of them lay a hand on Zackary? No... Not once. He was too enigmatic to ever be found by them. In fact, unlike his idiotic mother, he lasted until he was 8 years old. Of course, his little sister was not so lucky, and next thing he knew, she was dead. It had all happened very quickly, and then they were all dead. Had they blamed the little Zackary? No... He was not even a suspect.

Off to the orphanage he went, where he lived for a number of years before it came time for him to leave. And when he did, they referred him to the asylum for work. He would be good there, they thought, a strong young man like him. And of course he was...

But he certainly enjoyed beating the patients, giving punishments out to all who dared speak against any of the other workers. The patients learned to fear Satan's Little Helper as he took to the hallways, terrorizing the poor crazies of the asylum. And would anyone dare speak against him? No... The others didn't see what he was doing, and only the most insane could understand why he felt the need to do it.

He was just as looney as they were.

"... Penny?"


│ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ │
Zackary is firm, strict, and violent. The rare times he smiles is before he kills someone, or just after. Nothing makes him happier than someone giving him an excuse to strike them to the ground. He is angry for the way his life has gone, and seeks to punish all who were not forced to live it. He hates every man for his sister's death, and every woman for living when she is dead. This hatred has become innate, and if ever there was a brother who loved his sister, it has been buried deep within him. He follows orders well, yet is rarely fair with his patients. If you get on the wrong side of him, you will surely pay for it.

If he has one of his rare flashbacks, his entire demeanor changes, and he becomes incredibly childlike and frightened. It is in these moments that his is at his most vulnerable, and dangerous.

│ Lɪᴋᴇs │
☻ Fighting
☻ Silence
☻ Darkness
☻ Cleanliness

│ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs │
☹ Disorder
☹ Rebellion
☹ Crying

"PennyPennyPennyPennyPenny..."


│ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs │
✮ Strength
✮ Speed
✮ Power
✮ His reputation

│ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs │
☆ Girls who look like his sister
☆ Easy to read
☆ Short-tempered

│ Fᴇᴀʀs │
✗ His home
✗ Flashbacks

"I don't know who did it..."


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❝Heяe'š тħe тħıиg αвøυт ıиšαиıтч. Yøυ ¢αи'т šтøρ ıт fяøм eитeяıиg αиđ чøυ ¢αи'т føя¢e ıт тø gø αωαч. Yøυ'яe נυšт αиøтħeя ρıe¢e ıи тħıš đıšρøšαвłe ωøяłđ.❞

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{Kieran William Saxton}

{Age} 39
❧Date of Birth: March 18th
❧Place of Birth: A Train flying over the border of Mexico
❧Zodiac Sign:

{Gender} Male
❧Sexuality: Bi-Sexual
❧Relationship Status: Single
❧Crush: N/A
❧Past Relationships: He's never bothered with such frivolous a thing as a relationship. Though he certainly has kissed a fair share of people.

Friends: He believes that everyone's plotting his downfall
Enemies: Everyone

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█ ◘Facial Claim Johnny Depp
█ ◘Complexion Clear
█ ◘Skin tone Tanned
█ ◘Hair Color Light Brown; Gray at the edges from overthinking
█ ◘Hair Length Unruly; grown out below temples
█ ◘Eye Color Hazel Brown
█ ◘Body Type Muscular
█ ◘Height 5'8''
█ ◘Weight 216
█ ◘Markings/Imperfections His callused hands from doing handy work

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❝Aиđ I'νe łøšт eνeяч łıттłe ρıe¢e øf мчšełf ıи тħe яøłeš I ρłαч.❞

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[Habits]
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➚ Playing with his hair
➚ Writing notes that are nothing but scribbles
[Likes]
⇧ Acting
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[Dislikes]
⇩ Manipulative People
⇩ Lies
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[Fears]
➘ Submitting to the insanity inside him


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Kieran thought he was immune to the insanity around him for a young age; clearly he was wrong. His father was a circus performer and his mother a magician in the circus. It was all rather far-fetched. They raised him in between shows, and with the little time they had. The people with crazily painted faces were considered his family. And they were a rather crazy one at that. He was one of the few boys his age that wasn’t scared of the face that belonged to the clown. And when his mother played tricks on the stage he always knew the magic behind it. Due to the constant moving around the boy never got a true schooling experience. Often the uneducated circus trainer would tell him the little things they’d learned in their lives. Kieran craved to learn more about writing, but what little he knew correlated with the ABC’s.

It was when he was ten that his parents began to realize their wrong doings. They hired an instructor to tutor him. The man was just as crazy as the rest of them, but that didn’t seem to bother the kid one bit. He was simply glad someone he knew a little bit about life was finally teaching him something. Mathematics, history, science, he enjoyed all of it. His particular favorite was English, or more so the purpose of it. The way the words jumped off the page and behind his eyes fascinated him. Soon he became interested in plays. Previously he’d done small little tasks working at the circus, such as selling ticket stubs, and cleaning up after the animals. When going to his parents, though, with his excitement things began to change. They encouraged their son to take a small part in the show, acting as a backup for the clown. It was one shining moment when Kieran made a name for himself. The lead clown was passed out head first in a barrel of whiskey, and they needed someone to quickly fill in his spot. The teenager took the opportunity without a second thought. Little did he know there was many hopefuls in the audience, looking for a spark of talent, or something original. He was that spark, he was that something.

Once the show was conducted and over with he was approached by a lady that was dressed far too formally for the circus. It appeared as if she was looking for a character in a movie that was being played. She wanted to make an authentic film about life on the move, and traveling. Through his act she saw sorrow and something more in him. Just a boy of sixteen years he was offered the opportunity to go to the big city. At first he was hesitant to comply, but with the encouraging shouldering of his parents he had his bags packed in less than twenty-four hours. The parting seemed to be more difficult for him then it was for his parents. After that they just became Kathy and James, and not many more interactions transpired between the two.

When casted for the role of a lost lonely boy who was finding his way Kieran found himself able to relate to the script immensely. Never had he viewed his own life in such a way, but now here it was written out all right there in front of him. Some long paragraphs were more difficult than others, but his slight stutter helped with his acting. It took a longer process then necessary to get it all on film, but within two years the producers had a well edited and framed movie. It wasn’t exactly the best of them, but it did pave Kieran’s path to his career. People were calling, and knocking at his door. By this time he was living on his own in an apartment. It was small, but it was just enough for him.

One thing that became peculiar was how much he involved himself with the character’s he played. Everyone claimed it was just him becoming one with the person he was playing, but it soon seemed to be a mental illness. He was easily manipulated by the acts he played, and in his feature in a re-editioned movie of the classic book of Alice in Wonderland. Much similar to his own warring mind he was casted as the Mad-Hatter. It was in this character that he used many lines of his own. The script wasn’t used, and the setting became his real home. It was after this that he began to wonder if he was truly mad.

It was only years later that he entered the Asylum. Not as a patient but as a physiatrist. He presented no credentials and he was given the job almost instantly. But perhaps that’s expected when the place is run by crazy people. In his time here he’s allowed many people to crawl inside of his fragile mind and manipulate it to no end. He’s still given a clean bill of health, but he wonders if the insanity has seeped inside him.

Relations
Father~ James Saxton
Mother~ Kathy Saxton
Younger Sister ~ Evelyn Saxton (17)
His parents have died mysteriously leaving his seventeen year old sister behind. The sister he does not know.

[Strengths]
➟ Being Wise
➟ Taking care of people
[Weaknesses]
➟ Telling the Difference between acting and reality
➟ Easily Manipulated
➟ Lying; he can't do it to save his life unless it's leading to something bigger.

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❝Oя ıš ıт šıмρłч чøυ тħαт ħαš мαđe мe тħıš ωαч?❞

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│ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ │
│ Aɢᴇ │
│ Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │
│ Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │
│ Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │
│ Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ │ [Optional]
│ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Rᴏʟᴇ │
│ Bɪʀᴛʜ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ │
│ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ │
│ Pʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs │
│ Pᴀsᴛ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs │
│ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ │
│ Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛs │
│ Sɪʙʟɪɴɢs │

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│ Iᴍᴀɢᴇ │ (Please use a real human being and not anime or drawings)
│ Hᴀɪʀ │
│ Eʏᴇs │
│ Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ │
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅ │
│ Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ │ (Don't forget to do face claims in the thread)

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│ Cʀɪᴍᴇ │
│ Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ │ (at least 7 sentences)
│ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ │ (at least 5 sentences)
│ Lɪᴋᴇs │
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│ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs │
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│ Nᴀᴍᴇ │
│ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ │
│ Aɢᴇ │
│ Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │
│ Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │
│ Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │
│ Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ │ [Optional]
│ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Rᴏʟᴇ │
│ Bɪʀᴛʜ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ │
│ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ │
│ Pʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs │
│ Pᴀsᴛ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs │
│ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ │
│ Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛs │
│ Sɪʙʟɪɴɢs │

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│ Iᴍᴀɢᴇ │ (Please use a real human being and not anime or drawings)
│ Hᴀɪʀ │
│ Eʏᴇs │
│ Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ │
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅ │
│ Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ │ (Don't forget to do face claims in the thread)

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│ Iɴsᴀɴɪᴛʏ Tʏᴘᴇ │
│ Cʀɪᴍᴇ │
│ Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ │ (at least 7 sentences)
│ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ │ (at least 5 sentences)
│ Lɪᴋᴇs │
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│ Nᴀᴍᴇ │ Adrian Fallon
│ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ │ Burnie
│ Aɢᴇ │ 21
│ Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ 5th May
│ Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ 5:23am
│ Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ Surrey, England
│ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Rᴏʟᴇ │ Male
│ Bɪʀᴛʜ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ │ Male
│ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ │ Pansexual
│ Pʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs │ Single
│ Pᴀsᴛ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs │ His father's ward, Marcella

│ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ │
│ Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛs │
Mary Fallon - Mother - dead
Daniel Fallon - Father - dead
│ Sɪʙʟɪɴɢs │
Bastian Fallon - older brother - 31 - alive

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│ Iᴍᴀɢᴇ │



│ Hᴀɪʀ │ Brown
│ Eʏᴇs │ Brown
│ Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ │ Fair
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅ │ Slender
│ Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ │ Reeve Carney

Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌ
│ Iɴsᴀɴɪᴛʏ Tʏᴘᴇ │ Psychotic pyromaniac
│ Cʀɪᴍᴇ │ Pyromania, torture

│ Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ │
Adrian was born in Surrey, England, to a fairly upperclass family. They lived in a three-story town house, and Adrian attended grammar school after his older brother, Sebastian. For all the world, they were the perfect family - all beautiful, clever, beautiful performers and excellent painters. Of course, this was not exactly the case, in fact, Adrian's upbringing was one of the darkest imaginable.

When he was 8 years old, he saw his father rape his mother. This seemed an unusual thing - did women normally scream and writhe when with their husbands? Surely not... His suspicions were confirmed when Sebastian dragged him away from the scene and into his room. The two stayed there until morning. He noticed his mother's decline in happiness and it wasn't long before she appeared miserable. When they were alone, she would hold him close and tell him he was her special boy, and this comforted him. Of course, he was only safe until he turned 10. When his father first struck him. He had been wandering the halls of a night, and his father had been drunk.

Over the years the abuse got more dramatic and dangerous and he was too afraid to say anything. His brother knew someone was hitting him, and suspected his father, but there was no way to prove this. The only thing he could provide was his brotherly love.

When Adrian turned 15, his father took on a ward, Marcella. She was 19 years old and very beautiful and kind. Given his father and brother worked long hours, Adrian spent a lot of time together, and it was not long before she introduced him into the world of sex. He never developed feelings for her like she did him, it would seem she became infatuated with him, despite his inexperience. Everything would have been fine, had that terrifying event not occurred.

When he was 17 Adrian had found his brother in the study, and Sebastian had spotted a rather disturbing looking bruise on Adrian's neck, one Marcella had placed there in one of their sessions together. Assuming their father had taken it a step too far, Sebastian had cried. It occurred to Adrian that Sebastian was the one he loved most in the world, and Marcella had taught him that if he loved someone very much he was to kiss them. That was how she had justified her actions, and that was how he justified grabbing his brother and kissing him. Sebastian had ended it, the action making his heart break even more - someone had broken his precious little brother beyond repair.

Marcella had seen, and in her heartbreak, plotted behind Adrian's back. She seduced Sebastian, and it was not long before the couple were engaged to be married. Adrian felt guilt, felt like he should never have touched Sebastian's fiance. This guilt for Sebastian and not her enraged Marcella even more, and before they knew it, in a heated argument, it all came out. His mother, father, Sebastian and Marcella were present that day in the drawing room. His mother had screamed upon realising her husband had beaten their son, Sebastian had raged upon realising that it was Marcella who had sexually violated his little brother, and everyone was gobsmacked to hear that Adrian had kissed Sebastian. His father told him he was a failure, a disgusting abomination.

Adrian ran from the house, Sebastian chasing after him. Sebastian had gone deep into town that night looking for him, but his brother had never strayed far from the house. Taking cans of gasoline he had surrounded the house with it, and threw a single match. The house went up in flames, the screams of the three inside piercing the air.

"Let them burn," he'd whispered, "Let them all burn."

That night Sebastian had vouched for him, saying it could not have been him because he had been chasing his brother through the town. He told them about their father, the abuse, and how it was more than likely that he had set the fire. The story went down well, and Sebastian, without a hint of suspicion for his brother, took Adrian away. Adrian studied at medical school for a while, before accepting a placement at an asylum, where he could be with like-minded people.

And he didn't mean the other staff.

"Look... Look at how it burns..."


│ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ │
Adrian is very charming and charismatic. He does as he likes, when he likes, and has a very non-judgemental attitude. Humans are humans and he loves them all, loves how interesting and complicated each and every one of them is. He treats everyone like he's in love with them, unless they give him reason otherwise, and given the first chance, will have them out of their clothes, gender regardless. It takes little to intrigue him, but a lot to interest him, and he is not immune to falling in love.

He loves fire, is fascinated by it, and will go to great lengths to make one. He burns all old paperwork instead of shredding it, something the nurses find strange, but that he feels the need to do nonetheless. There is something comforting about watching things burn in beautiful flames.

He is an admirer of beauty in all its forms. Innately, aesthetically, beauty in talent, charm, speech. For someone who has always relished his own looks above all else, it makes sense for him to relish the beauty of others. However, if someone annoys him, or goes out of their way to hate him, he will hate them back with equal force. It's almost impossible to comprehend that someone could not agree with everything he says.

│ Lɪᴋᴇs │
☻ Flowers
☻ Music
☻ People
☻ Beauty
☻ Fire

│ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs │
☹ Following orders
☹ Shouting
☹ Non-consensual activity
☹ Straightjackets

│ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs │
✮ Charm/Charisma
✮ Intelligent
✮ Beautiful
✮ Manipulative
✮ Never leaves traces

│ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs │
☆ Women
☆ Men
☆ Urge to burn things

│ Fᴇᴀʀs │
✗ His father
✗ His brother finding out the truth
✗ Falling in love
✗ Himself

"Adrian..."

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Yesterday, upon the stair,
I met a man who wasn't there.

He wasn't there again today,
I wish, I wish he'd go away...

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│ Nᴀᴍᴇ │ Pepper Collins
│ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ │ Pep
│ Aɢᴇ │ 20
│ Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ 20th February
│ Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ 8am
│ Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ New York, USA
│ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Rᴏʟᴇ │ Female
│ Bɪʀᴛʜ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ │ Female

│ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ │ Pansexual
│ Pʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs │ Single
│ Pᴀsᴛ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs │ Detrimental to her

│ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ │
│ Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛs │
- Ingrid Collins - Mother - 54 - alive
- Walter Collins - Father - 60 - alive
│ Sɪʙʟɪɴɢs │
- Simon Collins - Brother - 10 - alive

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│ Iᴍᴀɢᴇ │



│ Hᴀɪʀ │ Black
│ Eʏᴇs │ Blue
│ Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ │ Pale
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅ │ Tall, slender
│ Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ │ Kate Beckinsale

Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌ
│ Iɴsᴀɴɪᴛʏ Tʏᴘᴇ │ Schizophrenia
│ Cʀɪᴍᴇ │ Manslaughter

│ Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ │
Pepper grew up in the heart of the city. Her mother was a beautician, her father worked in a bank, and she attended school. Her grades were fairly average, but she excelled in sports and painting. The latter being her primary hobby. She was in the art club and on the track team, exceedingly popular, and a pleasure to be around.

Of course, she had yet to tell anyone of the little voices that over the years had slowly been creeping up on her. She assumed everyone had them, but that it was the general custom to keep said voices to one's respective self. They never really bothered her too much. They would tell her gentle things, like the clouds were whispering, in fact, often they were the clouds themselves. They felt fluffy, warm, they liked her, and she liked them. It was like that for a very long time.

Then she met her boyfriend, Alaister. Her parents did not approve, he was somewhat of a delinquent, a hard guy, and an all around badass. Of course, when they were alone together, he dropped that front, and he was sweet, loving - only had eyes for her. She adored him, and soon befriended his sister, Anna.

Her voices didn't like Anna, and for the first time in her life, her imaginary friends were darker, angrier. New 'friends' arose within her, taunting her and planting doubt. The warm friends did not help, they told her that Anna would destroy her...

They were right. One night, her boyfriend's sister raped Pepper, and brutally so. Her voices exploded within her, led by the one she called '8'. She could no longer see what was and wasn't real, she panicked - everyone and everything was an enemy. When police found her that night, Anna, Alaister and their parents were dead, their blood smeared across the floors. Pepper was huddled in a corner, whispering to herself avidly. She was initially arrested but they later discovered that she had a severe case of Schizophrenia. She was moved immediately to the asylum and doped up with dopamine. So long as she takes them, she can keep her 'friends' at bay, but every so often, 8 finds his way through.

"Please... just..."

"Tell them to leave me alone..."

│ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ │
Pepper is not rebellious by nature, but she runs with rebels, and like them a lot. She is usually fairly friendly, if a little shy, and since the incident is very withdrawn and depressed. She trusts very few, as it has always been, and believes it best if she forgets the idea of friends altogether. She flinches away from human contact, and can often throw a fit if she has to interact closely with a nurse or doctor. Due to the depression on top of the schizophrenia she regularly has visits from the psychiatrist. Though you would not think it, the fact that the nurses now let her roam out of her cell makes her feel incredibly comfortable. Of course, of a night, she has to be locked down completely - no one knows when the infamous 8 develops new immunities to dopamine, and the doctors don't know how long they can keep raising the dosage, and this has an effect on Pepper's personality. She is always living in fear of what she simply cannot control by herself. She smokes cigarettes, which she started with Alaister, and each one she smokes in memory of him.

│ Lɪᴋᴇs │
☻ Chinese food
☻ Cigarettes
☻ Music
☻ Clouds
☻ Chuppa Chup Lollipops

│ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs │
☹ 8
☹ Her cell
☹ Human contact
☹ Doctors



│ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs │
✮ Speed
✮ Agility
✮ Martial Arts
✮ Painting
✮ 8

│ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs │
☆ Cigarettes
☆ Maths
☆ Darkness

│ Fᴇᴀʀs │
✗ 8
✗ The dark
✗ Doctors
✗ Human contact
✗ Sleep

"This is what I see when I look in the mirror."

"It's there, you just can't see it."
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I remember when it was just me and i
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Skye Ravens
『 〓 』• Pronounced |Sky| |Ray·Ven |
•the void of atomsphere that is above everything.
• Raven is a black bird that is biblically shown as a simble of death or bad things to come. They are black and are scavengers that tend to steal and collect shiny objects
Age: appear 19-20
Date of Creation: October 30th, Devils night
Favorite Color: red,yellow,black and white
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Gender: Female
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Sexual Orientation: Straight
Relationship Status: Single
⊱ Zodiacal symbol:
⊱ Scorpio
⊱Scorpios are extremely ambitious, persistent and determined which is shown through a power hungry, controlling attitude. Not in a stubborn sense however, because a Scorpio will work for what they want and control will justified reasons. This is obvious to any onlooker. A Scorpio never gives up, they are so determined to reach their goal. The key to this success is their flexibility. They are able to re-survey a situation and take a different approach if necessary.
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Personality:
Trait 1: favorite marks are x's and toxic looking smiley faces
Trait 2: 75% insane
Trait 3: Darkly creepy or scary
Trait 4: different
Trait 5: straight forward


Deadly Secrets and Things to Know:
Flaws:
*Insane
*cant feel most lovey feelings
*Has no love or respect for certain people
*pushes his luck
*A bit to dangerous when her ecd kicks in
Virtues:
*A cruel teller of the painful truth
*knows the meaning of life and death
*Keeps out of others business
Favorite Things:
*Death
*her pet raven
*Ravens
*X's and smiley faces
*blood(tastes good)
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*Hand to hand combat
*Stalking
*speed
*Agility
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Level of intelligence: 9 1/2
Combat survival level 9
Flexibility level: 8 1/2
Popularity: 7
Over all power level: 9

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Stalking: Not anybody currently

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│ Nᴀᴍᴇ │ Viktor Connolly
│ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ │ Vee
│ Aɢᴇ │ 36
│ Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ October 6
│ Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ 9:47
│ Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ An insane asylum
│ Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ │
↳ Western Zodiac ➵ Libra
↳ Celtic Tree Zodiac ➵ Ivy
↳ Celtic Animal Zodiac ➵ Butterfly
↳ Birth stone ➵ Opal
↳ Birth flower ➵ Marigold
│ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Rᴏʟᴇ │ Masculine
│ Bɪʀᴛʜ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ │ Male
│ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ │ Pansexual
│ Pʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs │ Single
│ Pᴀsᴛ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs │
↳Emmira Hemmings
↳Joseph von Essen
│ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ │
│ Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛs │
↳Remus Conolly ; father
↳Lena Connolly ; mother
│ Sɪʙʟɪɴɢs │
↳ None

Ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ

│ Hᴀɪʀ │ Dark brown
│ Eʏᴇs │ Somewhere between blue, green, and grey.
│ Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ │ Pale, acne-free
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅ │ Slim, skinny
│ Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ │ Robin Kerr

Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌ
│ Iɴsᴀɴɪᴛʏ Tʏᴘᴇ │ Psychosis
│ Oᴛʜᴇʀ Cᴏɴᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴs │ Amnesia
│ Cʀɪᴍᴇ │ Murder
│ Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ │
Viktor was born to a married set of doctors in a different insane asylum. He grew up hearing all about the patients and he was exposed to a lot of psychos and overall insane people growing up. After being trained in the field by his parents, Viktor began working in that same insane asylum at the age of 18. When he was 28, his parents were killed in an uprising of the criminally insane patients. However, by the time he was 30, he resented the patients. He hated that they were so insane and that he had to deal with them. He hated what they had done to his parents. He began systematically killing the patients off. Sometimes it was something slipped into their drinks, sometimes he just made it look like they had killed themselves, and sometimes he just flat-out killed them and called it self-defense.

However, as his hatred for the patients grew, he came to resent his colleagues for doing nothing. Sure, they abused the patients, tormented them, but most of them did nothing to be rid of all the patients. So, he began to kill his colleagues too. He had not been doing that long when another colleague saw him murdering one of their fellows. Said colleague called the police. Furious, Viktor tried to murder that colleague too, but the colleague fought back, and Viktor went tumbling over the railing on the second floor and landed on the first floor.

He woke up in the hospital with no clue who he was or anything else about himself. He just knew that he hated every living being, that he could fly, and that he could control people's minds. The last two were, of course, delusions born from the fall he had taken and his ability to manipulate based on his training in psychology. When he had recovered physically, he was taken to this insane asylum. He was put in the Ward of the Horrifically Insane even though he came off as generally sane. Viktor made "friends" with one of the doctors there, and he began to mess with that doctor's head.
│ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ │
+Believes he can fly
+Believes he has mind control
+Generally comes off as sane
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│ Fᴇᴀʀs │
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My lover's got humour
She's the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody's disapproval
I should've worshipped her sooner

If the heavens ever did speak
She's the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday's getting more bleak
A fresh poison each week

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{Silas Ceon Ducan}
Nickname(s): Stiles
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{Age} 19
❧Date of Birth: May 6th
❧Place of Birth: Austria
❧Zodiac Sign:

{Gender} Male
❧Sexuality: Heterosexual
❧Relationship Status: Single
❧Crush: N/A
❧Past Relationships: N/A

Friends: Open
Enemies: Open

↳Appearance↲

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█ ◘Facial Claim Josh Hutcherson
█ ◘Complexion Clear; Very Few Breakouts
█ ◘Skin tone Lightly Tanned
█ ◘Hair Color Light Brown
█ ◘Eye Color Honey Brown
█ ◘Body Type Muscular
█ ◘Height 5'9''
█ ◘Weight 168

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'We were born sick, ' you heard them say it

My Church offers no absolutes
She tells me, 'Worship in the bedroom.'
The only heaven I'll be sent to
Is when I'm alone with you—

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⇧ Religion
⇧ Prayer
⇧ God
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⇩ Anything out of the ordinary
⇩ Liars
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I was born sick,
But I love it
Command me to be well
Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen.

Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life

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↳History↲
Silas was re-born on a dark foggy night. The date of his birth is undetermined, but it's estimated to be around December 11th. His hospital records disappeared along with his mother, and the urge to find out where he came from never arose. Just weeks after his birth he was places outside, on the steps, of what was assumed to be his local church. The Pastor was uncertain what to do with the infant, and he was debating giving him up for adoption. In fact every Sunday he'd tell the members of the congregation that a baby boy had been lost. With this he asked anyone with information to step forwards. A couple appeared to him only a week later. The woman was crazy enough to claim the boy was hers. The man could easily tell this wasn't true. Silas had dark brown eyes and his hair was certainly not blond. He dismissed them immediately; telling them to renounce themselves to God. Realizing all of the cruelty that the world held the Pastor couldn't send- what he now considered to be- his son into the hands of another. So uncharacteristically he decided to raise him, and he was surprised how many supporters he had in this mission.

When Silas was five he began seeing things. Not just preliminary things that other children see. But he claimed he saw God. And he talked with God. When he was in church he was told to keep it to himself. It wasn't normal it wasn't sane. The Pastor waved it off, convincing himself that this was just another phase every child went through with imaginary friends. And due to the boys setting it was no wonder he would see the prophetical God. But as years passed this didn't seem to change. He continued going on and on about what God told him. During church the man dressed in white robes would point out the sinners and explain they were damned to hell. But Silas was a food boy so he would go to heaven. This wasn't anything like the man in the bible and the Pastor worried more and more about the boys mental health. The thirteen year old boy wasn't stupid, though. He easily caught on and learned to keep his mouth shut. No one wanted to hear what he had to say.

So all along he kept this to himself. Never before had he taken much interest in girls either. But when the Pastor encouraged him to date one of the choir girls he decided there was nothing wrong with doing so. Their relationship was fleeting, but she for fifteen year old Silas involved in some bad things. Those bad things being drugs and alcohol. When under the influence he realized God no longer visited him- and wasn't that what everyone wanted? For the voice in his head to stop? From then on he spent much of his time locked in his room doing pot, weed, heroine, anything to take the edge off. When the Pastor discovered this he ransacked his room. Of course he was angry, but instead he went to go find the girl that had started this all. God seemed to have a few words for her. Once arriving at her apartment he didn't realize he was holding a knife in his hand until it was too late. One puncture wound to the heart and she was crumpled on the floor. But the voice comforted him even as he fell to his knees and begged for forgiveness. It's okay Silas, your a good boy. Heaven awaits you. Were the words that ran soothingly through his head. As a young boy he was at loss for what to do with the body, so he stupidly left it there.

His fingerprints were easily found and detected. When his picture was shown on the news Silas became worried. The Pastor saw and without thinking reached for the phone. The boy wouldn't let this pass though. Using a knife from the set in the kitchen he sliced the throat - of the man who raised him- open. The knife clattered to the floor but he couldn't beg to be washed away from his sins. He had to run. Now. Once he was all packed it was too late. The police took him into custody. When asked why he did it he said it was because of God. God had told him to do it. He was instantly labeled as insane and sent off to the asylum. Here he's kept in a straight jacket for most of the day and doesn't dare to look anyone in the eyes. He doesn't belong here- he's not crazy. God told him so.

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No Masters or Kings
When the Ritual begins
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin

In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
Only then I am Human
Only then I am Clean
Amen. Amen. Amen. Amen.

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│ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ │
│ Aɢᴇ │
│ Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │
│ Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │
│ Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │
│ Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ │ [Optional]
│ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Rᴏʟᴇ │
│ Bɪʀᴛʜ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ│
│ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ │
│ Pʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs │
│ Pᴀsᴛ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs │
│ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ │
│ Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛs │
│ Sɪʙʟɪɴɢs │





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│ Iᴍᴀɢᴇ │ (Please use a real human being and not anime or drawings)
│ Hᴀɪʀ │
│ Eʏᴇs │
│ Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ │
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅ │
│ Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ │ (Don't forget to do face claims in the thread)





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│ Iɴsᴀɴɪᴛʏ Tʏᴘᴇ │
│ Cʀɪᴍᴇ │
│ Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ │ (at least 7 sentences)
│ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ │ (at least 5 sentences)
│ Lɪᴋᴇs │
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│ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs │
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│ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs │
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│ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs │
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❝You're next, cutie.❞


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│ Nᴀᴍᴇ │ Caine Abram Krass
│ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ │ Kay
│ Aɢᴇ │ 23 years of age
│ Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ January 1st, 1982
│ Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ 6:30 A.M.
│ Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ Mercy Hospital
│ Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ │ Capricorn
→A keyword for the Capricorn Zodiac sign in the horoscope is ambition. It's the sign of erecting buildings, bridges, and any other structure of significance, making society function ande improve. The Capricorn horoscope sign is never satisfied with what is, but needs to utilize existing resources to accomplish a grander tomorrow. Anything else would be like sleeping. Capricorn has little time for sleep.
→Being a Capricorn born on January 1st, your personality is characterized by a charming and creative nature. Although you are very hardworking, you greatly enjoy the social setting. In your dealings you are warm, witty and enthusiastic, which explains why you have so many close friends. Your whit reflects your overall gifts for creativity. Your quick, creative mind is especially impressive in problem solving situations, as you have been known to find ingenious ways to overcome challenges.
│ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Rᴏʟᴇ │ Masculine
│ Bɪʀᴛʜ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ │ Male
│ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ │ Pansexual
→Pansexuals differ from bisexuals in that they are attracted to not just men and women, but also people who identify as transgendered, androgynous and/or gender fluid.
│ Pʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs │ Single
│ Pᴀsᴛ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs │ Caine has had too many to count, many that ended up them dead.
│ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ │
│ Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛs │ Angel and Joshua Krass.
│ Sɪʙʟɪɴɢs │ Dalton Krass



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│ Iᴍᴀɢᴇ │
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│ Hᴀɪʀ │ Brown/black.
│ Eʏᴇs │ Blue/green
│ Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ │ Fair and dark.
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅ │ Strong.
│ Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ │ Adam Levine



Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌ
│ Iɴsᴀɴɪᴛʏ Tʏᴘᴇ │ Rapid-cycling bipolar disorder - 4 or more episodes a year, mentally unstable
│ Cʀɪᴍᴇ │ Murder, rape, and cannibalism
│ Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ │
Caine grew up in Wyoming, in a small town where no one really noticed. He was a very smart child, always getting 100 percents on his papers. But along with this smartness, he had a mild form of Bipolar disorder, and so he had random episodes. People were afraid of him, even though he was raised in a loving family. His brother and father often stayed away but his mother raised him by herself, always making sure the kids stayed away from her poor baby. Dalton bullied him when his moher was not around, so this made Caine come home bruised quite often, and so also Caine lied to his mother, afriad of getting hurt by his older brother.

As he grew older, Caine joined Tai-Kwan-Do classes, learning to defend himself. Instead of him getting hurt, his brother Dalton was hurt. His Bipolar disorder episodes got worse, and his grades did also. As he got more into horror shows and movies, they conflicted his mind, causing him to have a bad episode. This episode gave him Rapid-cycling bipolar disorder. This time he dropped out of school at age 17, never finishing his studies. Lounging at home, he became more and more lazier, until his father, mother, and Dalton began to hound him to go to college.

Caine finally broke under all their hounding, strangling all of his family to death. Afraid of getting caught, he disappeared, living with his uncle and Aunt, acting all sad and broken. With their suspicion on their back, he got a job, supporting himself with food and helping with the bills. For awhile his disorder went un-noticed, until he finally broke during his day at work. First, he took a knife and stabbed his fellow employees nearby, then his manager. Before anyone could find him, he disappeared once again. This time, all was worse.

Caine now had a routine of taking a girl out to dinner, making her fall in love with him, then taking her to his apartment. Killing her, he would take her body and eat it for supper, proving his cannibalism. Finally he would hide their bodies. Also, sometimes his routine would include raping the girl while she died. This was also included with men. But the police found him and put him in here, after 4 years in jail.
│ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ │
Caine is very wild, often described as 'the Executive' ordeal personality. With this, he's assertive with anyone, often telling them what to do with forceful tactics. He hates being told no, and if he does get told no, someone will get hurt. Outspoken, he has tons of good ideas but many of them are twisted and ugly, but if he was a little more sane it would work out great. Being driven to be a leader, he's good at settling others down except himself. With a mind to solve problems, he has escaped a couple times from his strait-jacket, and has gotten caught. Caine also has to have his things perfect, or else he will freak out, and has no patience for doctors who won't do his work for him. He also values gossip and knowledge.
│ Lɪᴋᴇs │
☻ Gossiping/knowledge/problem-solving/Reading
☻ Girls and men
☻ Exercising
☻ Cleaning up things
☻ Death and blood
│ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs │
☹ Pain
☹ Disorder of people and his belongings
☹ Dirty clothes
☹ Strait jackets
☹ Torture
│ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs │
✮ Fist-fighting
✮ Food, preferably human organs
✮ Weight-lifting
✮ Running
✮ Woman/Men
│ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs │
☆ Children
☆ Seeing people with their families
☆ His Bipolar disorder
☆ Sickness
☆ People
│ Fᴇᴀʀs │
✗ Dying
✗ Being left alone
✗ Spiders
✗ The Dark
✗ Demons



❝Eat me and see what happens.❞

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│ Nᴀᴍᴇ │ Cassia Harold
│ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ │ Sia
│ Aɢᴇ │ 27
│ Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ March 3
│ Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ 7:21
│ Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ A car between Renaissance faires
│ Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ │ [Optional]
│ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Rᴏʟᴇ │ Feminine
│ Bɪʀᴛʜ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ │ Female
│ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ │ Androsexual
│ Pʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs │ Single
│ Pᴀsᴛ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs │ Unknown
│ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ │
│ Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛs │
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│ Hᴀɪʀ │ Dark brown, wavy
│ Eʏᴇs │ A light blue-green
│ Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ │ Pale, generally free of zits
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅ │ She's tall, and relatively slim. She's more brain than brawn.
│ Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ │ Maimie McCoy


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│ Iɴsᴀɴɪᴛʏ Tʏᴘᴇ │ Schizoid Personality Disorder
│ Cʀɪᴍᴇ │ Assassination, drugging people, theft
│ Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ │ (at least 7 sentences)
│ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ │ (at least 5 sentences)
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│ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs │
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│ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs │
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│ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs │
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│ Fᴇᴀʀs │
✗
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│ Nᴀᴍᴇ │ Noah Ahmed
│ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ │ none
│ Aɢᴇ │ 19
│ Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ July 13,1995
│ Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ 3:15 am
│ Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │Haifa, Palestine
│ Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ │ cancer
│ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Rᴏʟᴇ │masculine
│ Bɪʀᴛʜ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ │ male
│ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ │ straight
│ Pʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs │single
│ Pᴀsᴛ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs │never dated just hooked up
│ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ │
│ Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛs │
Taha Ahmed - Father - deceased
Maryam Ali - Mother - deceased
Arwa Saleh - step mother - alive
│ Sɪʙʟɪɴɢs │ none

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│ Iᴍᴀɢᴇ │
│ Hᴀɪʀ │ dark brown
│ Eʏᴇs │ brown
│ Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ │ medium
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅ │
│ Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ │ Abbas Mourad

Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌ
│ Iɴsᴀɴɪᴛʏ Tʏᴘᴇ │
Schizophrenia
│ Cʀɪᴍᴇ │ killing his father
│ Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ │
It all started when his mother died, at age 14. His father decides to get married to another women which enrages him. He was so mad to have his mother replaced so he lost connection with his father, and also his religion. He starts to smoke which leads him to getting drunk, which is against his religion. His father tries to teach him the right things, to get him back to how he was. It results in a fight that gets him to go back out getting drunk, getting a tattoo and having sex. His father finds out and abuses him. At the age of 17, without thinking noah pulls out a gun and kills his father. Noah was left chocked, not believing he did such thing. He was left with his step mother who reports him. From the state Noah was left in, he denies it only because he doesn't want to believe it. So instead of being said as guilty, he is taken to an asylum as But Once he gets their he realizes his mistakes and asks god for forgiveness. He tries his best to not do any sins and do what is right, like before.

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│ Lɪᴋᴇs │
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│ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs │
☹
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☹
☹
│ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs │
✮
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│ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs │
☆
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│ Fᴇᴀʀs │
✗
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│ Nᴀᴍᴇ │ Sia-Marie Haulton
│ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ │Sia
│ Aɢᴇ │18
│ Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │January 3rd, 1997
│ Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │4:00pm
│ Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │Brighton, England
│ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Rᴏʟᴇ │Female
│ Bɪʀᴛʜ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ │Female
│ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ │Straight
│ Pʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs │Single
│ Pᴀsᴛ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs │Two abusive relationships and one good one that ended badly(car accident))
│ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ │
│ Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛs │Amelia(45) and Marcus(50)
│ Sɪʙʟɪɴɢs │ Twin brother Andrew

Ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ
│ Iᴍᴀɢᴇ │
│ Hᴀɪʀ │Dark Brown, lightly wavy and long
│ Eʏᴇs │Grey
│ Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ │ Fair
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅ │ Slim, unnaturally skinny

Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌ
│ Iɴsᴀɴɪᴛʏ Tʏᴘᴇ │Anorexia Nervosa, Brief Psychotic Disorder, Depression, Impulse Control Disorder
│ Cʀɪᴍᴇ │ Murder of her uncle and constant fights at school
│ Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ │ Sia's first ever diagnose was with ICD, when she had the urge to place her hand on burning stove at the young age of five. Her brother stopped her before she did so, but it didn't stop her from doing it again when no one was looking. She simply watched closely how her mom turned on the stove, turning the right dials in the right direction. Her mother screamed and pried her daughters hand free of the stove. To this day, Sia's right hand is very sensitive and the nerves don't reach all her fingers, so her hand is often closed. After this incident, she'd get the urge to do anything that caused her pain or even others, like her uncle. From the time she was twelve, her uncle molested Sia.She was forced to keep it a secret for along time, which was the start of her depression at the early age of thirteen. Along with depression, she developed an eating disorder. Her ICD calmed down a little during this time, only working with her eating disorder. Everything fell apart when her uncle tried to rape her one evening. She through a fit of hysterics and ended up stabbing him eighteen times in the chest and three times in the groin. She went to trial where she was declared 'not guilty' since she acted out on self defence. But because of her constant fights in school and fits at home, she was recommended to this institute. Right after the murder however, she was diagnosed with BPD because of the trauma.
│ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ │ Sia has always been a curious child, minus the ICD. She was always interested in what people were doing and constantly asked questions. But as she got older and things started to spiral out of control, she simply stopped being so curious. Now she doesn't speak unless spoken to directly, and even getting her to speak clearly so you could hear her is a task itself. Along with losing her curiousity, Sia developed idea of thinking she was constantly bothering people by just simply talking to them. This leads to her always saying sorry and looking guilty.But once you get her talking, she would seem completely "normal." Once comfortable enough, you'd find out she has a sense of humour and a sweet smile;if someone got her that far, which is not easy. Subtracting all of her problems, Sia is a caring girl who is desperate to find someone who understands, besides her brother. Sia also has the habit of fidgeting with her hands.
│ Lɪᴋᴇs │
☻Reading
☻drawing
☻Singing(more so humming)
☻Horror Movies
☻Listening
│ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs │
☹Storms
☹Middle-aged men
☹Being "handled"
☹Cruel Jokes
☹Silence
│ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs │
✮Smart-mouthing
✮Her Body
✮Flirting
✮Her Brother
✮Behaving
│ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs │
☆Talking about her past
☆Therapy
☆physical contact
☆Over-thinking
│ Fᴇᴀʀs │
✗Being alone with older men
✗Losing contact with her brother
✗Tight spaces
✗Mental demons
✗Dying

Ｂａｓｉｃｓ
│ Nᴀᴍᴇ │ Levi William Scott
│ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ│
│ Aɢᴇ │
│ Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │June 29th
│ Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │5:56
│ Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │Brooklyn, New York
│ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Rᴏʟᴇ │Male
│ Bɪʀᴛʜ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ │Male
│ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ │Heterosexual
│ Pʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs │Single
│ Pᴀsᴛ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs │Had a wife...
│ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ │
│ Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛs │Blaise and Rosa Scott
│ Sɪʙʟɪɴɢs │Kaley Scott

Ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ
│ Iᴍᴀɢᴇ │
│ Hᴀɪʀ │
│ Eʏᴇs │
│ Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ │
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅ │
│ Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ │ (Don't forget to do face claims in the thread)

Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌ
│ Iɴsᴀɴɪᴛʏ Tʏᴘᴇ │Psychopath
│ Cʀɪᴍᴇ │Hitman
│ Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ │ (at least 7 sentences)
│ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ │ (at least 5 sentences)
│ Lɪᴋᴇs │
☻ Cigarettes
☻ Catharsis
☻ Having control
☻ Dickens
☻ Reading
│ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs │
☹
☹
☹
☹
☹
│ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs │
✮
✮
✮
✮
✮
│ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs │
☆
☆
☆
☆
☆
│ Fᴇᴀʀs │
✗
✗
✗
✗
✗

"No, no I'm not insane. I'm just right..."

Ｂａｓｉｃｓ
│ Nᴀᴍᴇ │ Adriana Eris
│ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ│Cookie
│ Aɢᴇ │17
│ Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │December 25
│ Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │6:23 pm
│ Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │Harlem, New York
│ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Rᴏʟᴇ │Female
│ Bɪʀᴛʜ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ │Female
│ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ │heterosexual
│ Pʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs │Single
│ Pᴀsᴛ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs │Many pimps and boyfriends
│ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ │ Once you're in a gang, they are your only family.
│ Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛs │Only had her mother, Doris Porexia
│ Sɪʙʟɪɴɢs │None

Ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ
│ Iᴍᴀɢᴇ │

│ Hᴀɪʀ │dark brown,wavy
│ Eʏᴇs │chocolate brown
│ Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ │beautifully tan
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅ │nice and curvy
│ Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ │ Adriana Lima


"Seriously? I will cut you."

Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌ
│ Iɴsᴀɴɪᴛʏ Tʏᴘᴇ │Unknown
│ Cʀɪᴍᴇ │cartel, murderer, notorious Latin King member
│ Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ │
Adriana grew up in a bad neighborhood, shootings every week and drugs going around every apartment building. Her mother was always at work and her father had run out on them during the birth. They never saw him again. Since she basically had no parents to take care of her, she took to the streets. Adri was mugged many times, raped as well. Finally she was taken in by the Latin Kings, the notorious mainly Hispanic gang that ruled the area she lived in. She became one of their "Latin Queens", and they nicknamed her "Cookie". Adria fell in love with the gang life, and they became her family. She'd sell drugs for them, make good money. Sometimes they would ask her to get her hands dirty and kill someone. She always listened. Whenever Adriana's mom started getting suspicious, she's get shut down on her thoughts immediately. A few times Cookie would get pregnant, and they would have to beat her so she would lose the baby. 'For your safety and ours' they said. And she didn't question it much even though it hurt. Cookie started to hate other girls and women. She felt that were barriers that needed to be destroyed. Fighting for competition. One day, during a heist the cops had found them. Adriana was immediately left to get caught by the officers. They thought she might insane, with how many people she had killed and the bizarre ways she had killed them. So they sent her to the asylum, for rehabilitation and punishment.


"Is what you are seeing pleasing, baby?"
│ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ │
Cookie is a very sarcastic girl. She is loud and sticks it to the man when she can. Don't mess with her, unless you have a death wish. Adria can be hot tempered often. But she is extremely intelligent, and a predator. Looks can be deceiving, but just cause' she's pretty doesn't mean she isn't willing to slit your throat. Adriana is merciless and cold blooded. She is also very seductive in the way she acts. Like a serious flirt, if she doesn't like you then you die. And she hates most other women, merely because she feels she is of higher worthiness than them. Adriana is also very aggressive, and she wants what she wants. She's the type of girl who gets what she wants too. Deep down inside, Cookie houses this dark hatred and guilt. She keeps it locked away though, and no one has been able to tap into it. She often tries to appear elegant and more than what she is. A street kid from a run down apartment who dealed in drugs and gangs.


"It's good for a girl to look good. If they don't, well what fun would that be?"
│ Lɪᴋᴇs │
☻ Cigarettes
☻ Gangs
☻ Looking good
☻ Flirting
☻ Killing
│ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs │
☹ The asylum
☹ Being sassed back to
☹ Getting played
☹ Being mocked
☹ Being accused
│ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs │
✮ Her beauty and charm
✮ Her intelligence
✮ Her street smarts
✮ Her fighting/killing skills
✮ Her confidence
│ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs │
☆ Her overconfidence
☆ Her hot temper
☆ Her hatred toward other women
☆ Her past
☆ Her big loud mouth
│ Fᴇᴀʀs │
✗She only has one fear, and it's everything.

Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette...

Ｂａｓｉｃｓ
│ Nᴀᴍᴇ │ Xander Delcan House
│ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ │ None
│ Aɢᴇ │ 24
│ Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │April 21st
│ Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ 3:19 A.M
│ Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ Seattle, OR
│ Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ │ Aries
│ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Rᴏʟᴇ │ Male
│ Bɪʀᴛʜ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ │ Male
│ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ │ Bisexual
│ Pʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs │ Single
│ Pᴀsᴛ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs │ He used to have a girlfriend.

│ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ │
│ Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛs │ Bethany House and Victor House
│ Sɪʙʟɪɴɢs │ None


Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet.

Ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ
│ Iᴍᴀɢᴇ │

│ Hᴀɪʀ │ Blonde and brown
│ Eʏᴇs │ Hazel
│ Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ │ Pale
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅ │ He's pretty scrawny
│ Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ │ Mikey way


Out from the window see her back drop silhouette.

Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌ
│ Iɴsᴀɴɪᴛʏ Tʏᴘᴇ │ Sociopathic tendencies, Insomnia, Pyromania
│ Cʀɪᴍᴇ │ Setting his ex's house on fire
│ Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ │
Xavier never knew of his true parents. He was born on a cold spring night in Seattle, Oregon. His father had died in battle a couple weeks before the baby was delivered. His mother had decided beforehand that she was going to put the baby up for adoption because of his father's death. Instead of simply living by herself after the baby was born, she died in the hospital a couple hours after they delivered him.

Xavier was adopted by two doctors, Bethany and Victor House. They weren't the biggest on loving their new son although they did have a growing affection for the baby. When he was six he figured out how a simple lighter worked and ran up to his mother with a piece of paper set aflame. Bethany quickly put out the fire and pulled the lighter away from the child.

When he was eight he got to play with fire again when they got a gas stove. He just stuck his hands into the fire, but was pulled away by his father before he could do any more damage to himself. After that he wasn't allowed in the kitchen without supervision, but he had already found his new obsession: fire. He loved watching the flames dance and burned himself many times.

The obsession died down after a bit and soon enough he was living a normal life. He moved out of his parent's house and soon enough got a girlfriend. They had been dating for about a year when he stopped sleeping. Soon after that, while she was asleep, Xavier set the house on fire. This of course was after making sure there was no way for her to get out alive.

The police didn't suspect him at first due to him calling them about the fire. He seemed distraught and they decided that he couldn't have been the one to start it. Xavier's obsession, though, had come back. He began to set fire to more things and had successfully burned down another building when he finally turned himself in. They felt as if this was the work of a mad man and brought him to the asylum.

│ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ │ Xavier is the kind of person you'd expect to be insane. He doesn't talk often but when he does he often describes the killings in gruesome detail. He doesn't like talking to people very much and feels like they're stupid. He is reckless and doesn't really care when he gets hurt and just about loves the feeling of pain. He's very unkind and doesn't care about other people's feelings or what they think of him. Xavier angers very easily although he won't act out unless provoked too. There's only one thing that he regrets in this world and that's killing his girlfriend. Although he is generally unfeeling, he hates himself for what he did to her. And last of all, he is probably one of the most pessimistic people you will ever meet.


This blood on my hands is something I can not forget.
│ Lɪᴋᴇs │
☻ Fire
☻ Pain
☻ Being alone
☻ Burning
☻ Reading
│ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs │
☹ People
☹ Stupidity
☹ The Doctors
☹ The Guards
☹ Being treated like he's insane
│ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs │
✮ He's fine with pain
✮ He doesn't feel guilt most of the time
✮ He isn't afraid of the staff
✮ He doesn't cause trouble often
✮ He is intelligent enough not to pick fights
│ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs │
☆ He isn't afraid of the staff
☆ He loves pain
☆ He likes burning himself
☆ Fire
☆ He doesn't like people
│ Fᴇᴀʀs │
✗ Becoming truly insane
✗ Becoming stupid


This blood on my hands is something I can not forget....

I had a very good reason.
Ｂａｓｉｃｓ
│ Nᴀᴍᴇ │Eliza Beth Mathews
│ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ │Elli
│ Aɢᴇ │21
│ Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │October 12
│ Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │unknown
│ Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │unknown
│ Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ │
│ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Rᴏʟᴇ │female
│ Bɪʀᴛʜ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ │female
│ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ │bi
│ Pʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs │open
│ Pᴀsᴛ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs │they've come and gone
│ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ │dead
│ Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛs │Beth and Tomas Mathews - dead
│ Sɪʙʟɪɴɢs │Mary Ann Mathews - dead

Ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ
│ Iᴍᴀɢᴇ │
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│ Hᴀɪʀ │blonde with green streaks
│ Eʏᴇs │emerald green
│ Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ │fair
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅ │hourglass like form
│ Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ │ Avril Lavigne

Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌ
│ Iɴsᴀɴɪᴛʏ Tʏᴘᴇ │unknown
│ Cʀɪᴍᴇ │murder
│ Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ │ (at least 7 sentences)
│ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ │ (at least 5 sentences)
Sorry I killed him...

Oh, wait... I'm not.
│ Lɪᴋᴇs │
☻
☻
☻
☻
☻
│ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs │
☹
☹
☹
☹
☹
│ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs │
✮
✮
✮
✮
✮
│ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs │
☆
☆
☆
☆
☆
│ Fᴇᴀʀs │
✗
✗
✗
✗
✗
"You're the one to blame, so..."


"Nighty nighty."