ƛƧƳԼƲM ƑƠƦ ƬӇЄ ƇƦƖMƖƝƛԼԼƳ ƖƝƧƛƝЄ {ˢᵉᵐᶦ⁻ᵃᵈᵛᵃᶰᶜᵉᵈ ʳᵒᶫᵉᵖᶫᵃʸ} discussion

Post finished members of the staff including doctors, psychologists, cooks, and receptionists here.

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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 to be a doctor 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..."

Approved


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│Nᴀᴍᴇ │ Priscilla Taylor
│ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ │Cilla, Cilly, an old nickname was Rissa. Sometimes called Prissy by those who don't like her
│ Aɢᴇ │ 16
│ Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ January 15
│ Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ 6 : 52 AM
│ Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ In her family's home
│ Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ │Capricorn
│ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Rᴏʟᴇ │Female
│ Bɪʀᴛʜ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ │Female
│ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ │Straight
│ Pʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs │Single
│ Pᴀsᴛ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs │She's never had a past relationship, mostly due to her quiet personality
│ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ │~ Lives with foster parents ~
│ Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛs │ Mother (Unnamed so far)
Father (Unnamed so far)
Foster Mom (Unnamed so far)
Foster Father (Unnamed so far)
│ Sɪʙʟɪɴɢs │ Jason Taylor - Patient

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│ Iᴍᴀɢᴇ │

│ Hᴀɪʀ │Long blonde hair that reaches her shoulders. As a child she wore her hair in braids, but now she never does anything with it
│ Eʏᴇs │She has blue eyes, that sometimes appear to have a hazel or gold twinge in low light
│ Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ │Pale, weakly
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅ │Thin, Small, almost sickly
│ Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ │Willow Shields

Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌ
│ Iɴsᴀɴɪᴛʏ Tʏᴘᴇ │She has a mixture of GAD (General Anxiety Disorder), mild Claustrophobia, Haphephobia (Fear of Touching), mostly a mixture from her PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder)
│ Cʀɪᴍᴇ │N/A
│ Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ │Priscilla had always been a quiet child, but before her parents died she was much more open. She had often acted really sweet and looked very young. She always wore two braids, and brightly colored skirts and coats, but later in life hated them as she saw them as a symbol of her parents. She was always secretive but was always close to her real parents and her brother. She had lived a privileged life, and her family was more than anything. It was like a dream, everything Priscilla wanted. One December the family was driving perfectly happy on their way back from Grandma and Grandpa's house for Christmas. Everything changed in the few quick seconds when a snow storm sent their car flying over ice right into a tree. This night would mark and start Priscilla's illness. In the crash her parents died on the contact, but Jason and Cilla survived. Jason had extensive injuries and Cilla was forced to stay at the hospital for what felt like forever while her brother went in and out of surgery. She tried to hold it together but her emotions were slowly eating away at her. As she comforted her brother, she realized that they were all alone in the world. There was no one else. Priscilla seemed to be unacceptable of the fact that her parents had died until she got to her new foster home. After this incident she stopped talking, developing PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder). She was young at the time of the crash, only six, but she seemed to remember every bit of it, and it haunted her, giving her nightmares that she faced for years. They eventually faded away as she blocked the memory of the crash from her mind, but she was changed forever. She started to cling to her brother, and sat next to him quietly when they went to see the Child Care Services, almost everywhere they went. She seemed to never leave Jason's side. Priscilla didn't have much of a childhood after that. After moving to their foster parents home, Priscilla was often left alone in her room, her foster parents not caring much about her. They left her alone, and only talked to her if she needed to go somewhere in public or Child Care Services, just so she would 'be on her best behavior' and 'smile, child! You want to be taken away?' She didn't mind this as much, becoming very closed of from others. She started to get worried at every little thing. She started to throw tantrums and freak out if someone touched her, especially her hair. No one really knows the meaning of why her hair is so important to her, but the only one she lets touch her is Jason. After this moment forward, she had very few experiences of people getting to close to her, emotional wise and physically, besides one situation when a drunken man cornered her walking home from school, he passed out in front of her, but she was frightened and after everything that happened she just bolted home. When Jason was taken away from the asylum, she was horrified as cops and guards pulled him down school steps, Jason covered head to toe in blood. Priscilla almost broke down, her foster parents letting her go with Jason was the only way she wouldn't cry all the time. At the asylum she just started to fade into the walls, and became just one for the background. Her life seemed to revolve around her depression and her anxiety. Her brother also became one of the biggest parts in her life, the only person she actually talks to. Some guards can almost swear they hear her whispering to Jason in the middle of the night, but she always seems to disappear before she can get in trouble for being out of best.She knows that her brother has a disorder but believes that the asylum will fix that. Her brother has never hurt her and all her faith is in him. The one thing she knows is that she's not leaving with out him. She might just not leave at all.


│ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ │ Priscilla is possibly the most quiet or fragile person ever. Her past has caused her to develop into an almost mute person. She rarely talks to anyone besides her brother, as her brother is the only one she trusts. She is a very fearful person and the only thing that soothes her is her brother. After her parents died she went from just shy to scared of the world. Her biggest fears are people getting close to her, or reminding her of her past. She's very sweet and loves to relive her childhood days spying on people in the hospital. She has been suspected of having an illness after she freaked out when someone touched her hair, or came to close to her, but they passed it off as just shy of new people. Most people in the hospital hardly notice her, and she is sometimes though to just be a ghost by people who haven't met her. Her brother can be over protective of her at times, and she lets him completely. The hospital staff has let her stay there and become almost a 'nurse' with no training officially. She's good at calming patients down, although she usually only does that until they are able to be put under an anesthetic.
│ Lɪᴋᴇs │
☻Her brother
☻Being left alone, or at least out of the conversation
☻Chocolate, one of the few remaining things from her past that she likes
☻ Knowing things others don't. Basically, eavesdropping.
☻ Watching people work
│ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs │
☹ Being in the spotlight
☹ People doing any affectionate things with her hair. (Hair twirling, petting, etc.)
☹ Being in small places
☹ Being reminded of her past
☹ People being mad at her, or lashing out at her
│ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs │
✮ Being quiet
✮ Quick
✮ Thoughtful, and is quite sweet
✮ Calming down patients
✮ Avoiding people she doesn't like
│ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs │
☆ Anything to do with her brother or past
☆ Good chocolate can persuade her to do anything.
☆ Anyone crowding around her
☆ She will give into anything if you tell her that her brother will be let free
☆ Priscilla would fall apart if anyone tried to pry into her, and get close to her.
│ Fᴇᴀʀs │
✗ Being locked in a tight space
✗ Her brother killing her, being killed, etc.
✗ Car accidents
✗ Dying
✗ Anyone getting to close to her

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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: Pices

{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

↳Appearance↲

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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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↳Personality↲
Kieran has a rather fragile mind. After denying himself for so long it was only time that he ended up in the asylum. Acting as a mentor to the younger people he tries to get them to express themselves, and it’s in them that he can see himself. He’s always been rather imaginative and every opportunity he gets he writes down scripts about his reactions with clients. But it’s always maddening how he looks back at them and all they are his scribbles. When he falls into his trance though they become something more. Something real. Though he likes to believe the people around him have the ability to be friendly, and that they want help, this is often not the case. And due to his optimistic thinking he’s usually manipulated. He refuses it, but he doesn’t see it- as he doesn’t see many things.

[Habits]
➚ Putting himself on medication or through electric shock
➚ Playing with his hair
➚ Writing notes that are nothing but scribbles
[Likes]
⇧ Acting
⇧ Electric shock therapy
⇧ Getting fresh air
⇧ Believing he's a saint in helping out the less capable
⇧Straight Jackets
[Dislikes]
⇩ Manipulative People
⇩ Lies
⇩ Being in enclosed quarters with the highly insane
[Fears]
➘ Submitting to the insanity inside him


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│ Iɴsᴀɴɪᴛʏ Tʏᴘᴇ │ Paranoia; Manic Depression;
│ Cʀɪᴍᴇ │N/A
↳History↲
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 who 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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Both approved

Ｂａｓｉｃｓ
│ Nᴀᴍᴇ │ Koran Harvey
│ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ │ Kory
│ Aɢᴇ │ 29
│ Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ May 18
│ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Rᴏʟᴇ │ Masculine
│ Bɪʀᴛʜ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ │ Male



Ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ


│ Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ │ Will Smith

│ Hᴀɪʀ │

❧ Cᴏʟᴏʀ: Black
❧ Tᴇxᴛᴜʀᴇ: Curly
❧ Sᴛʏʟᴇ: Mini-fro

│ Eʏᴇs │ Brown

│ Sᴋɪɴ │

❧ Eᴛʜɴɪᴄɪᴛʏ: African-American
❧ Cᴏʟᴏʀ: Black
❧ Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ: Clear

│ Bᴜɪʟᴅ │

❧ Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 6'2" (188 cm)
❧ Wᴇɪɢʜᴛ: 181 lb (82 kg)

Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌ
│ Cᴏɴᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ │ Cyclothymia
│ Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ │ Kory's parents were always busy with work, so neither he nor his sister Addy got to spend much time with them. Instead, they were set up with a governess, who was nice enough, though Kory knew Addy didn't care much for her. Addy got angry with the governess on several occasions and was always seeking attention, leaving Kory to calm her down. He was usually able to get her relatively relaxed, or at least enough so she wouldn't do any harm. This makeshift therapy and its many successes played a major role in Kory's choice to go into the medical field; specifically that of psychology. His 'therapy' hadn't always worked, though, especially whenever Addy got Kory angry. When they were about 27, Addy became practically inconsolable. She ran off sometime after Kory had tried to calm her down, and their parents ended up dying in an explosion of Addy's creation. Kory was mortified, and it encouraged him to further his studies. When it came time for him to choose a hospital to apply for, he picked the one where his sister resided, hoping to be able to help her and those like her.
│ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ │

Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛs:
↳ Jayden Harvey ; father ; dead
↳ Elisa Harvey ; mother ; dead
Sɪʙʟɪɴɢs:
↳ Addison Harvey ; twin sister ; alive

│ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ │ Kory learned how to treat those with mental disorders by growing around his sister, not realizing that he had one of his own. As he got older, he diagnosed himself with a minor form of bipolar disorder (cyclothymia), and his suspicions were later confirmed by one of his colleagues. As such, Kory can go from happy and joyful to angry or upset; the less extreme form of bipolarity. When he remembers to take his medication, Kory is generally very polite and kind to the patients. He dislikes the other doctors' constant want for shock therapy, excessive medication, or lobotomy, finding it all rather unnecessary. Some consider him to be a bit of a pushover, but when Kory finds he needs to, he can (and will) be strict. He only wishes for the patients to get recovered enough to be released, and sometimes he puts their needs before his own; staying up all night researching cures for their conditions, sometimes even forgetting to eat.
│ Lɪᴋᴇs │
☻ Group therapy
☻ Helping others
☻ Working with the patients
☻ His job
☻ When he helps patients get well enough to be released
│ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs │
☹ Lobotomy
☹ Electric shock therapy
☹ Romance
☹ People who hurt Addy
☹ His coworkers
│ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs │
✮ Understanding the patients
✮ Knowing when to be firm
✮ Respects everyone
✮ Correctly diagnosing patients
✮ Making friends
│ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs │
☆ Very stubborn
☆ Sensitive stomach
☆ Can come off as too nice
☆ Unstable emotions
☆ Addy
│ Fᴇᴀʀs │
✗ Becoming a patient at the asylum
✗ Not finding treatment for his sister
✗ Blood
✗ His sister (when she's upset)
✗ His condition deteriorating
│ Hᴏʙʙɪᴇs │
‣ Researching different conditions
‣ Trying to find ways to control his own disorder
‣ Helping the patients
‣ Reading
‣ Spending time with Addy

Ｒｏｍａｎｃｅ
│Bᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ ɪɴ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs │ Kory has never been in an a relationship; nor does he plan to.
│Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ│ Asexual
│Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs │ Not interested.
│ Pᴀsᴛ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs │ None

Approved

Welcome to Crazyville, population you.


Ｂａｓｉｃｓ
│ Nᴀᴍᴇ │ Dr Artemisia Gray
│ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ │ Dr Gray
│ Aɢᴇ │ 25
│ Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ 6th November
│ Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ 6:06am
│ Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ Stockholm

│ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Rᴏʟᴇ │ Female
│ Bɪʀᴛʜ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ │ Female
│ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ │ Bisexual
│ Pʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs │ Open
│ Pᴀsᴛ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs │ Many, numerous, hundreds

│ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ │

│ Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛs │
Unknown
│ Sɪʙʟɪɴɢs │
Unknown

Ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ
│ Iᴍᴀɢᴇ │



│ Hᴀɪʀ │ Blonde
│ Eʏᴇs │ Blue
│ Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ │ Smooth and fair
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅ │ Tall and slender
│ Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ │ Doutzen Kroes

Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌ
│ Iɴsᴀɴɪᴛʏ Tʏᴘᴇ │ Psychopathy, extreme sadist
│ Cʀɪᴍᴇ │ N/A

See you after the lobotomy, my little chocolate muffin.


│ Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ │
No one really knows much about Artemisia's past but for the fact she originated in Stockholm. There is no record of her family, or life at all before she was appeared on the doorstep of the asylum, a CV in her hand and a smile on her face. Her qualifications all checked out and she proved to work quickly and efficiently in practice. She knew the minds of her patients better than they did themselves, and she could even take on nurse duties if they were ever a bit hectic. Just like that, she fell right into place amongst the other psychiatrists.

Of course, though her smile never faded, she was an odd one to say the very least. She delighted in the pain of others, and refused to take any care during procedures. In her sessions with patients, she would force them to confront their problems, often bringing them to tears, or worse, causing a breakdown altogether, before claiming that realization was the first step in recovery. She began to play games, mind games, with her patients, with her coworkers, and stir up trouble wherever she could. Chaos was a great love of hers.

Her most notable achievement was her control over the guards. Namely, because she slept with them all. Being a big believer in using sex as a weapon, and being aware of her own looks, she seduced the blood lusting guards into submission. They now maintain a 'you scratch my back I'll scratch yours' ethos, and it works just fine for her.

When you close you eyes, sweetie,

What is it that you see?

│ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ │
Artemisia has a complete disregard for boundaries altogether. You never know if she is going to kiss you or kill you, and it really doesn't matter who you are - if she wants to kiss you, she will. She has a terrible tendency to sleep with everyone - patients, doctors, guards, and she likes it that way. She keeps a very happy, very smiley persona almost all of the time, and believes that she is the one pulling the strings around the asylum. She deliberately pushes her patients further into madness in a plight to keep them there, and forces them to play her little games. As easy as it is to get on her good side, it is to get on her bad side, and if you cross her, she won't hesitate to make your life a living hell until she sees otherwise. She is incredibly sadomasochistic, so hurting her won't help your cause - whether she inflicts the pain or receives it - pain is pain and she adores it.

│ Lɪᴋᴇs │
☻ Syringes
☻ Games
☻ Sex
☻ Men
☻ Women
☻ Pain
☻ Getting what she wants

I'm Dr Gray, and I think we're going to be great friends.


│ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs │
☹ Being rejected
☹ Not getting her way
☹ Interference
☹ Personal questions
☹ Being questioned at all

│ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs │
✮ Powerful
✮ Status
✮ Influence
✮ Highly intelligent
✮ Strong

│ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs │
☆ Masochistic
☆ Easily bored
☆ Whimsical
☆ Controlling

In here, I'm the one who holds the key to your mind,

If you want it back, you'll have to play my game.

Approved

Both approved

No problem!

Approved, all!

Ｂａｓｉｃｓ
│ Nᴀᴍᴇ │ Dr. Zoraida Kirke-Fuamnach Lilura
{Meaning of Name} (view spoiler)[ Zoraida~"Enchanting Woman" Kirke~"hoop-round" Fuamnach~ "jealous"(witch goddess-first wife or Midir) Lilura~"Enchantment" (hide spoiler)]
│ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ │ (R)Aida, Zorai, Nach, Li, Lilura, Lura
│ Aɢᴇ │ 20
│ Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ July 31st
│ Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ 4:00 am
│ Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ California, Los Angeles U.S.A
│ Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ │ Leo
│ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Rᴏʟᴇ │ Feminine
│ Bɪʀᴛʜ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ │ Female
│ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ │ Heterosexual
│ Pʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs │ Currently Single!
│ Pᴀsᴛ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs │ Only one (he ended up dying due to Cancer)
│ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ │
│ Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛs │
>{Adoptive}<
Mother~ Destiny Kirke (Passed away)
Father~ Carter Stephan Kirke (Alive)
│ Sɪʙʟɪɴɢs │
Younger Brother~ Jakob Wilbert Kirke (Alive)



Ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ
│ Iᴍᴀɢᴇ │
│ Hᴀɪʀ │ Long Curly Black
│ Eʏᴇs │
│ Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ │ Nice Honey glow, flawless skin.
| RACE | Caucasian/ Asian/Irish.
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅ │ Slender, hourglass figure and 'thin'
│ Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ │ ~~Whoever she is~~



Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌ
│ Cᴏɴᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴs │ Bi-Polar Behaviour Disorder, Congenital Analgesia(or CIP), Eidetic memory, and Brusies Easily.
│ Cʀɪᴍᴇ │ ~Irrelevant~ (view spoiler)[ She stabbed her professor with a pencil 47 times. ~Wasn't Caught~ (hide spoiler)]

│ Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ │
She was left at the hospital at the age of 2, her parents unable to take all the issues that came with her. They couldn't support her and she scared them too much, her eyes holding too much intelligence for someone so young, she knew things they didn't.
After a while she was sent to foster home to foster home, because each time she stirred trouble unintentionally. Eventually a family took her in, only for her to be kidnapped because they wanted money and eventually they used her for crimes, using her 8 each old innocence as well as her eidetic memory to get information and use it. This continued until she was 10 when they were finally caught and Zoraida was went to a home (family of cops) that would watch her as well as raise her.
She came to love the two police officers as parents, adored her little brother who she often taunted and became the person she relied on a lot(and still is in contact with them currently).
She became happy living with them, was adopted and soon put into school(to finish what she'd started) course she ended up finishing high school at the age of 14 and was on into college working on a doctor's degree. Throughout this time though she had many troubles, a lot due to her bi-polar behaviour disorder as well as her other conditions. It wasn't until 18 when she first murdered someone (other times were assisting in murder/other crimes(when she was kidnapped)). Her professor came onto her, molesting her and she snapped, she took the pencil she'd been using since she stayed behind for further assistance (she was examining a cow(cutting it open and such)) earlier that day and had some questions on it, and stabbed him 47 times.
She covered this up quickly, got rid of evidence against her and got rid of the body. He was reported missing and even if they tested her, the blood from the cow would act as cover.
She finished her doctor's degree and was out to find work when something came up that caught her eye, an application to work at the Asylum for the Criminally Insane. She took it, finding it kinda fit and she always had the desire to help people.

│ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ │
She's a good person, very bright and understanding. She loves helping people which is why she became a doctor. Despite she is very bi-polar, some days she's just depressed and other times her emotions and just whiplash that is trigger by certain words or actions. Otherwise she's a kind caring soul, with a little devious on the side. She's sassy and blunt but also considerate, passionate and understanding without words. She's also very intelligent and remembers everything due to her eidetic memory. She doesn't let her past weight her down but during her depressed days it's all she can think about.


│ Lɪᴋᴇs │
☻ Helping People
☻ Art (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]
☻ Baby animals
☻ Human Bodies
☻ Pasta
☻ Sun/Beach
☻ Candies(Addiction~>Suckers/Skittles)
│ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs │
☹ Bullies(AKA Assholes)
☹ Narassitic people
☹ Snow/The cold
☹ Bananas
☹ Chocolate
│ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs │
✮ Intelligent
✮ Memory
✮ Reading People
✮ Healing(helping)
✮ Inability to feel
│ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs │
☆ Implusive
☆Inability to feel pain
☆Bi-Polar
☆Reacts violently
☆ Never being able to forget
│ Fᴇᴀʀs │
✗ Spiders
✗ She'll be found out
✗ She'll fail someone
✗ Dying Alone
✗ Being without her Candies

Approved!

Ｂａｓｉｃｓ
│ Nᴀᴍᴇ │ Pamela Sandra-Carolyn Kenneth
│ Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ │ Pam, Mellon
│ Aɢᴇ │ 2
│ Dᴀᴛᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ Feburary 14th
│ Tɪᴍᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ 1:00
│ Pʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴏғ Bɪʀᴛʜ │ Vancouver B.C, Canada
│ Zᴏᴅɪᴀᴄ │
│ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ Rᴏʟᴇ │Feminie
│ Bɪʀᴛʜ Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ │Female
│ Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ │ ~~~
│ Pʀᴇsᴇɴᴛ Sᴛᴀᴛᴜs │ SIngle *Too Young*
│ Pᴀsᴛ Rᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘs │ None
│ Fᴀᴍɪʟʏ │
│ Pᴀʀᴇɴᴛs │
Mother: Florence Evelyn-Joyce Kenneth
│ Sɪʙʟɪɴɢs │ N/a
~Other~
Uncle: Timothy Karen Kenneth
Grandmother: Diane Janet Kenneth

Ａｐｐｅａｒａｎｃｅ
│ Iᴍᴀɢᴇ │
Now
Older

│ Hᴀɪʀ │ brown
│ Eʏᴇs │Grey blue
│ Cᴏᴍᴘʟᴇxɪᴏɴ │ Pale, youthful etc
│ Bᴜɪʟᴅ │ She's small, slight but had her baby fat.
│ Fᴀᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ │ ~~~~

Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌ
│ Iɴsᴀɴɪᴛʏ Tʏᴘᴇ │ N/A
│ Cʀɪᴍᴇ │None

│ Hɪsᴛᴏʀʏ │
She is a rape child, born about a year before her mother's imprisonment. She doesn't remember much of course, but she was just a small thing when her mother murdered her grandpa and aunt. Her mother then was sent to the insane asylum after a court hearing and a plea of guilty. When they went to give custody of Pamela over to her grandmother, her mother went nuts like earlier (having killed two guards). When she'd finally forced to settle, she stated that her daughter was going with her, if Pamela didn't, they would be sorry. Florence(Pamela's mother), left it at that, leaving fear to settle in the court's heart. They eventually stated if she did anything to the child or her 'condition' did not better they would place custody of Pamela over to her grandmother. With that wrapped up, Pamela, just barely a one year old, was off to live in the asylum for the criminally insane.
A year after living there, there had been a few accidents, all because someone has tried to harm Pamela or use her to threaten Florence. All incidents were nearly overlooked but since it was provoked, Pamela was not taken away (mostly because they were scared to die if they dared try). Pamela lived quite contently in the place, her mother was very affectionate to her and caring. She was well loved and had shelter, food and no abuse. She is a happy little girl, easily befriending people who she knew were good (good at reading people).
The rest is on going... we'll have to see if she becomes a killer or.. something else.

│ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ │
She's a very sweet girl, very kind and open. She's skittish and fearful around some people, can be shy but in total an adorable thing you just want to squeeze. She's delicate but also fierce (get's if from her mother) and oddly knowledgeable for her age. She's a good people reader, much like most dogs, she senses things off people on instinct knowing the people she should stay away from and who she can be around. Pamela is also very passionate with a temper on her when she's upset (isn't often). She's usually friendly though, a sweet innocent smile on her face and looks up to her mother. She does understand where she is, that it's not normal but is okay with that. As well as she got her mother's love for ballet (though skill is underdeveloped currently).

│ Lɪᴋᴇs │
☻ Mother
☻ Her Doll (view spoiler)[ (hide spoiler)]
☻ 'Treats'(Candies some guards sneak her)
☻ Ballet
☻ Jokes
│ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs │
☹ The Dark
☹ Needles
☹ Scary people
☹ Spiders
☹ Meat
│ Sᴛʀᴇɴɢᴛʜs │
✮ Adorableness
✮ 'Wiseness'(smart for her age)
✮ Innocence
✮ Twisting people around her thumb (expression)
│ Wᴇᴀᴋɴᴇssᴇs │
☆ Strength
☆ Age
☆ Height
☆ Youth
☆Curosity
│ Fᴇᴀʀs │
✗ The dark
✗ Spiders
✗ Scary people
✗ needles
✗ being taken from her mother

Awwwe!!! Is that the 2 year old girl u spoke about? She's sooooo cute

A two year old is staff? I'm not sure where I'd put her, though, so approved.

Yeah! that's her lol she is xD Looks like her mommy xD Can't wait to start rping with them.

I know, I wasn't sure where to put her since she wasn't a patient, a guard or staff... I thought this probably would be kinda the best one...?? >~< But thanks!