Post by hannibalmask on May 17, 2013 16:24:49 GMT -5
I just... Maybe this could work? If you guys are willing to join... I'm not sure about oc's we might have to be kind of strict about them... It is humanstuck by the way!
So yeah, basic plot...
Skaia Psychiatric Hospital, known to the young residents as Scratch Asylum. The hospital specialized in all sorts of illnesses ranging from drug addictions to depression and to even DID. You find yourself outside the doors, with either your parents or older sibling leading you inside or about to start another day as a staff member. What do you do?
Characters:
Kids:
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Jade (Taken by: pedruben, Patient)
Name: Jade Harley
Age: 16
Position: Patient
Diagnosis: ADD, signs of "Feral child" that should be repressed or deal with (sleeping on the ground, barking and trying to show dominance over people, overreacting to feeling of fear and joy, ect), lack of understanding of social rules (personal space, basic etiquette, ect).
Appearance: Jade always liked to wear green or blue and would usually be found in those patterns. If dirt wasn't already covering her. She had a few scars in her face and arms, mild red lines that healed over time, from a long time ago, nothing too noticeable, but nothing that was really gone. Her hair was pitch black and her eyes big in a light shade of green. Her body was well toned and tanned, from the life on the island.
Personality: Jade was raised on her own at a young age and learned a lot of behavior from her dog and other animals. She would growl or bark if she felt threatened, usually react very much on a fight or flee mechanics, usually making herself look big if she wanted to fight, or small if she wanted to run. On the more human side, she was pretty cheerful, trying to see the best in life, sometimes even carrying too little about serious problems. She had no problems in speech and would usually ramble about things she liked, if given the chance and if she was in the mood, usually science. She also had a pretty small attention span, if whatever she was watching wasn't interesting. She would have no problem walking away from a conversation if she felt like it, but her happy personality made it easy for her to start one. She always trusted people, to a bad degree, or decides they're all liars if she's tricked, usually her lack of trust lasting a day, except for the person that tricked her.
History: Jade lived her life in her grandpa's tropical island. Around the age of 6 or so, her grandfather disappears one day, leaving her alone. The common theory is that he was caught by one of the many species of predators that lived in the forest. Under a long story of unknown, that Jade hasn't really talked about so far, some clues seem to indicate she can't really remember, she was finally found, 4 years later, when a few problems with the legal technicalities around the island finally stood reason enough for people to visit it, looking for the late Jake English. What they found was a feral girl, reading in her room. The next scene is on her files, but it's not surprising to say she reacted violently for a first time. Moving from specialist to specialist, what Jade needed right now was a controlled environmental where she could talk to other people too. What better that a Psychiatric Hospital. The most important thing right now seem to keep her lack of focus under control and provide with tools that will allow her to reenter society one day.
RP sample: Jade was laying on her room's bed, sending a rubber ball into the air. Again, and again, and again and... boy, was she bored. She could probably go read another book, just sneak on the library and find a good spot to read. Books seem to be one of the few things that would caught her attention for long. Stories, knowledge. Ouch... it seemed the rubber ball had made the path down and hit her face. She probably should have remember to grab it. Anyway, time to exit the room. Moving to the door, she couldn't leave before checking if the path was clear. Moving just the head, she looks out for threats. Even in a jungle of squares and concrete, one can never be too careful. But she would never find wolves or other creatures around. Just people, and by now she was pretty okay with them. With the coast clear she goes down the corridor, looking for the library.
Rose (Taken by: tenebrismicTyrannicidist, Staff member)
Name: Rose Lalonde
Age: 29
Position: Counselor
Appearance: Small-statured and slim, her elegant frame is emphasized by her sleekly tailored gray skirt-suit, which she wears with an understated pearl necklace and a draped lilac blouse that brings out the odd color of her eyes, a mark of her own albinism. Her sleek bob of hair has some (though very little) pigmentation to it, so that her hair is almost cream-colored in tone. The paleness of her skin is broken only by her lips, which are painted a dark, rich plum tone.
Personality: Rose genuinely cares about the problems and progress of the Hospital's patients, though at times it seems that all her other emotions are cast in iron. She has a witty streak, which she occasionally allows to come out during sessions, when appropriate. With her peers or friends on the staff, however, she can be a non-stop fount of snark when she wants to.
History: Rose's empathy with the patients is deepened by the ostracization she experienced for her abnormal appearance as a child, and her self-diagnosed Clinical Mommy Issues, which were only ramped up when her mother fell off the house's roof and over a waterfall when Rose was 13. Her mother died in the fall, leaving Rose to cycle through the backgrounds of various foster homes and families until she came of age. Despite these circumstances, Rose is one of the foster system's few success stories. She's now grown, educated on scholarships, at a certain sort of peace with her mother and her death, and in the job she's always known she wanted- helping others. She's in a good place now, and seeks only to help those who aren't.
RP sample: Rose adjusted the blinds in her office, glancing out at the dripping gray skies beyond. A beautiful day to stay inside, she reflected as she sipped at the styrofoam cup of herbal tea she'd poured herself in the break room. Herbal tea wasn't her favorite- it had a certain eau de sugared grass clippings that she always found mildly repulsive- but clearly her repulsion to the particular drink wasn't strong enough to overcome her desire for something warm to sip at as she reflected upon the less-than-cozy weather. She turned away from the window as the door opened, and gave a slight smile in greeting to the visitor. "Hello," she said, putting the detested tea down on the end table as her warm, pale eyes took in every detail of the visitor's state. "Is there anything I can get for you, as long as I'm flaunting my own hot beverage, or do you simply wish to speak?"
Dave (Taken by: rampantConsort, Patient)
Name: David (Dave) Goliath Strider
Age: 15
Position: Patient
Diagnosis: David has photophobia, and experiences pain when his eyes are exposed to light, artificial or otherwise. David has Asperger's, and takes a keen interest to inner and outer workings of the human mind, as well as time. He also has Paranoid personality disorder, and has a general mistrust of all people. David displays signs of mild Misophonia, and becomes rather irate with people who repeat certain gestures, or who makes certain consonant sounds.
Appearance: Dave is albino, a thin lean boy of around 5'4". His skin is pale and splotched with red, with no melanin to really hide the pooling of blood in capillary heavy areas. Freckles cover the bridge of his nose and cheeks, as well as dust his shoulders. His hair is soft and white. His eyes are a brightly colored red, though he wears a pair of prescription aviators to block out light. He's actually pretty strong and physically able for how thin he is.
Personality: David rather reclusive, keeping personal information to himself and divulging very little of his life. He's extremely sensitive about some topics, and becomes angered when asked a question more than once. He is content to hear only the sound of his own voice, or the ticking of a clock. Silence is something he cherishes very much. He prefers not to be around others too often, or to simply be in quiet company. He has no history of physically becoming violent, but he becomes very verbally accusatory and defensive when put-off.
History:Dave was born 15 years after his elder brother. He was spoiled as a small baby by his parents, until a terrible car accident. killed them when he was only 3. 18 and his old close relative, his brother raised him. The two were very close and practically inseparable, and Dave began to develop a desperate need for constant human attention. At 7 he began to attend school, picked on for his pale skin and red eyes, constantly getting in trouble for wearing sunglasses he so desperately needed to protect his eyes. He learned from his brother to set aside the petty bullying. In third grade, Dave began to get picked on worse, and event escalated, and Dave had a broken nose, and had broken a child's arm. He was taken out of school after that, deemed not stable enough to be able to be put into public school. He spent a few years getting home schooled, and became reclusive. He left the confines of his home few times, too scared to brave the outside world. He learned the comfort of the silence of his home from this. He tried public school once more in 9th grade, only lasting six months before breaking a child's leg in a fight during lunch. He began to self harm soon after the incident. People became very scared of the boy, and he became distant and mistrustful of them all. One month later, as the bullying became worse, he attempted to kill himself. Soon after his episode, he was sent to Skaia Psychiatric Hospital to try and recover.
RP Sample: Dave stared out the window as he sat in his hospital bed, wrists strapped to the metal bedsides. He had tried to hurt himself a second time while in the hospital. Tight bandaged wrapped around his stitched up wrists. The boy was a danger to himself, an immediate danger. He refused to talk to the nurses or doctors. He ate very little. His brother was growing increasingly concerned with Dave. He was spiraling downwards, and would open up to no one. The doctors suggested something to his brother. A looney bin. And Dave was going. He understood the reasoning, but he didn't want to go. He didn't want to leave the comforts of his house, his room. It was his small space, the small corner of the world he called his own, one no one trespassed on. And he was to abandon it. For how long? Who knew. He sighed and laid back. This was going to interesting.
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Jake
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Dirk
Trolls:
Karkat (Taken by: awesomeInsanity, Patient)
Name: Karkat Kostya Vantas
Age: 17
Diagnosis: Anger Management; Generalized Anxiety Disorder; Self-Loathing; Self-Harm due to depression
Appearance: Karkat has oculocutaneous albinism which affects the eyes, hair and skin. This means that he has red eyes, white hair and very, very pale skin. Up until he was admitted, he was dying his hair black to hide this anomaly. This is currently fading along with his hair growing out, leaving him with dark grey hair closer to the now-white roots. Karkat is approximately five feet four inches tall, and weighs around a hundred thirty pounds – skinny for someone of his height.
He will always, without fail, wear jeans. It does not matter how warm or cold it is, dark wash jeans are a must in his wardrobe. He often wears simple black running shoes and a black or grey t-shirt with a sweater over top. There have been incidents where his sweaters have been stolen – not in this hospital, but in previous ones – so he has a small array of long-sleeved shirts as well.
Personality: Karkat is angry. That’s all he’ll show others. In all honesty, he’s a major softy. The boy tends to try to keep that side hidden, covering it with anger and hatred and pain. Not that most people had ever tried to get under his shell, and those who did ultimately failed. His loyalty is a major factor, though, and he can’t help but care about his friends.
History: Karkat was born to a young East German couple somewhere in North America who, after nearly a year of taking care of him, decided they could not handle a child. They would go on to have three children by the time Karkat was thirteen, but that is irrelevant for now. At fourteen months he was left with an adoption agency, and after eight months of waiting the Vantas family had adopted the young boy just a few weeks after his second birthday. Life went well in their household for the first couple years; it was a pretty happy, suburban family. Then Karkat started Kindergarten, and with it the bullying. This was mostly based around his odd appearance, and the verbal bullying continued until he was about eight. That was the year he began to dye his hair. He met his birth parents this year, and discovered the fact that they had children - he had siblings!! - hurting him more than he would ever admit.
The bullying died down around age nine, but the damage had been done – Karkat, the happy-go-lucky boy, had changed to someone who spent all his time alone or on the internet. His marks dropped, then came back up for high school. He continued to dye his hair, and then started to wear contacts. The family moved so he could start fresh in a new area for grade nine.
But there had been another reason for moving – when he was thirteen, Karkat had started to self-harm. This had put him in and out of hospitals, and their new home was only a five minute drive from the nearest one – Prospit General. It wasn’t until he was 16 that he was diagnosed with Generalized Anxiety Disorder and Depression as he slipped further from society and harmed himself more often. He has been at the Skaia Psychiatric Hospital for Mentally Ill Youth for around six months, having turned 17 two months after his admittance. Through his time there, the professionals discovered the rest of his… Issues.
Sample Rp [[Just going to drop an old RP post from a related thread here…]]
Crimson eyes glared out from under dark bangs, taking in the hallway. A candy machine – obviously for the staff, as most patients didn’t have any money – stood at one end, beside the doors to the common blo-room. It was a room, not a block. The doors that lined it led to unknown locations, rooms he had been denied access to. Other patient respites? Staff rooms? Supply closets? He didn’t know, and honestly didn’t care. They could lead to Narnia and it wouldn’t change a thing. If they led back to Alternia though…
Shaking his head, Karkat walked past the doors he would never be able to enter, their destinations unknown. If the doors led back to Alternia, he along with the other 23 trolls here would be killed for their skin, hair and blood, not to mention the lack of horns. Not a pleasant thought. With a huffy sigh, the cancer pushed open the door and took a seat on one of the various couches and chairs, pointedly ignoring the nurse he had to pass to enter and exit.
This building was plain, boring, and boredom was something Karkat preferred to avoid. Boredom led to memories and memories led to the darker emotions. Those were things he evaded at all costs. Sadness, rage, fear… they always seemed to creep up at the worst moments. This was the reason the boy was staring blankly at a hideously pastel wall, mouth set in a nearly permanent scowl, keeping his thoughts away from the memories of sgrub and the deaths of the people – people, not trolls, not anymore – he saw on a daily basis.
Aradia
Tavros
Sollux (Taken by: hannibalMask, Patient)
Nepeta (Taken by: Huh, Patient)
Name: Nepeta Leijon
Appearance: With green eyes and messy, dusty-brown hair, Nepeta's not exactly a sight for sore eyes. Her physique is far more muscular than feminine, lean and muscled with surprising strength for her relatively small size. As for her outfitting, she's usually wearing anything from cargo shorts to worn-out boy's jeans, always tattered from her less than dainty activities. T-shirts and tank tops are usually her shirts, with all sorts of feline designs from kittens to leo signs. Over it all is a rough, tough green trenchcoat that's two sizes too large at best. She's not one for makeup or jewelry, unsurprisingly, but she's managed to convince the staff to let her wear a furry blue hat adorned with cat-esque ears and a cute feline face, and she's brought with her a faux fur tail she's hoping she'll eventually convince the staff to let her wear.
Diagnosis: Nepeta Leijon has been diagnosed with Dissasociative Identity Disorder despite her relatively young age of 13. Due to the animal identity of her alter, the diagnosis was relatively clear. She has one alter that is seemingly feline, likely a simple Felis catus based on it's behaviors and the evidence for the cause of the disorder.
History: Nepeta is the daughter of an owner of a sporting goods store, and had a childhood riddled with two things; hunting, and cats. Hunting was usually all fine and well; her mother supervised her, and she was alright at it. But, like all children, Nepeta found herself in trouble soon enough on one trip. A bear had found their campsite, and in all her false confidence little Nepeta tried to drive it away herself, ending poorly. After the violent, humbling, and most of all frightful incident, Nepeta's mind turned to her beloved cats as a coping mechanism. Cats were great hunters. Cats didn't fear anything. Cats were perfect. So part of Nepeta's mind made her into one.
Personality: Nepeta's primary identity is generally friendly and cooperative, passively making and observing friends without ever saying anything too outrageous or contraversial, content to be a friend to all and often giving personal advice that's surprisingly smart beyond her young age. Although when on a sore subject or when she feels frightened or threatened, if her mind doesn't retreat into her feline alter she'll be volatile and defensive. Her alter is a cat. So it acts like a cat. Not much to be said there.
Roleplay Sample:
Nepeta had only a suitcase worth of belongings that she'd been allowed to bring with her into the Hosptial (which she more or less affectionately referred to as the Looney Bin), and she was unpacking them in the manner of chucking them all over her bed in no organized fashion. Clothes, cat plushies, pencils, sketchpad, her hat and tail... Nothing too interesting to be found. She'd been told she'd have a roommate unless any complications with her alter came up, and she was anxious to meet them, but they hadn't yet arrived and so until then Nepeta climbed onto her bed, curling up among and between the dumped-out contents of her suitcase as she dozed off to waste some time.
Kanaya
Terezi (Taken by: sinneli, Staff member)
Name: Terezi Pyrope
Age: 27
Occupation: Security Guard
Appearance: Terezi is about 5'7", often seen carrying a cane and red, pointy, shaded glasses to cover her eyes. This is mostly for adjusting her sight a bit, as she suffers from color blindness (she says she can totally see red, hence the red shaded glasses. In reality, everything's black and white. She can "see" red by noticing the shading of the color.) Her hair is rather messy and cut short, coming close to covering her neck a bit. She is often seen in a navy colored officer's uniform with a police cap (for the heck of it).
Personality: Terezi is rather cheerful on the first glance, optimistic, bright, and is a difficult spirit to break. She is loyal, and she is rather bent on the perspective of justice, aiming to work as a prosecution in the future. This is just a part time job and she sometimes is seen studying from a thick law book (or falling asleep on it in the office). She is rather careful around the patients, as way of detaining them is whacking people with her cane that she keeps around. It's just enough to swing, and she quickly ushers them back to wherever they are supposed to be.
History: Terezi had a lot of issues as a child. Not only did her vision fail her for years, but it prevented her from doing almost anything without her cane or the blind guide thing that beeps around when she gets close. Even then, she bumped into walls. Despite that, she was happy and she was doing her best while her mother worked to help Terezi, trying to earn enough money for the surgery in order to regain her ever-worsening sight.
But when she was around 25, after earning the Master's Degree with Law in a college for the disabled and the handicapped, her mother went under a horrible accident, and Terezi, no matter how much she pleaded to the doctor to save herm other, had gone under the surgery, as her lawyer apparently found a will stating that if something like this happens, Terezi's future comes first. Though bitter with guilt that her mother is still in a comatose state, as well as somehow keeping the color blindness (they couldn't fix that), Terezi is working as hard as she could, and she has doubled her effort. But needing some money on her own, she had applied as a security guard in a psychiatric hospital.
Sample Rp: Terezi jolted awake from the office she was in, before batting off the stupid page that stuck to her cheek due to her sleeping on it for an hour. Maybe two. Law books were boring to study during a shift. Sighing, she stood up, stretching her arms and twisting around, resounding cracking limbs in the security guard office before picking up her cane, a memento and yet quite a useful thing to have around as some sort of baton. Walking around, the cane tapping in a rhythm she always had. It was time for her shift, and she was going to go around.
Vriska (Taken by: someterribleusername, Patient)
Name: Vriska Serket
Age: 16
Diagnosis: Not yet diagnosed
Miss Serket shows signs of megalomania. The term is a bit outdated and the modern day equivalent is Narcissistic Personality disorder, but minors can not be diagnosed with any sort of personality disorders. She also has a past of violent tendencies but we have yet to witness any instances of this in our facility. She seems to show a lack of sympathy and empathy towards others, so psychopathy tests have been considered but not yet performed.
Appearance: An elegantly tangled mess of black hair with the color and luster of the magic 8-balls she so loves to break cascades down Vriska's back, her thick heavy bangs hanging over her glasses and swept to the side to frame her face. Her glasses have thin, wire frames with relatively large lenses sitting within them. Beneath the glasses hide cold blue irises that are constantly picking out even the most subtle details that could be used to her advantage. Her skin is a smooth porcelain with almost a grey tinge to it, her overall lack of pigment thanks to her imprisonment in this facility. Standing at 5'8", she's not too outrageously tall. Her figure holds moderately distinctive curves that give her an elegant female figure. Her everyday outfits tend to follow a pattern: black t-shirt, a pair of jeans loose-fitting enough to allow for movement, a grey jacket with a few internal pockets, and a pair of red converse. The graphics on her t-shirt could range anywhere from some sort of logo for a band to the symbol for the Scorpio zodiac printed in her favourite colour.
Personality: Everything is always about Vriska. If she's not in charge, she's not involved. The upper hand is always a must for her and she craves power. Whether she has this power or not, she believes she is the one pulling strings and manipulating those above her. Some that being the one to deny her of her wishes is worse than the death penalty, whereas others say it is a death penalty of sorts. No matter what one compares it to, everyone agrees that it's best not to upset her. She has trained herself to keep an eye out for details so that she may take full advantage of her resources. Although she is very strategical and talented on thinking things through, she can often be impulsive and irrational and this will lead to rash decisions that tend to cause damage to anything/one around her. She usually does not play well with others unless she sees them to be of value to her and worth her time. She is not afraid to speak her mind unless she sees some sort of loss as being a possible result to her comments.
History: As the first and only daughter to a single mother, Vriska's life started out with at-home conditions that are considered to be "out of the norm". Since she can remember, she's lived in a series of small apartments with her alcoholic mother. Her mom was a violent drunk, leading to some traumatizing memories left in the depths of Vriska's earlier memories. As time went on, she learned to fight for control so that her future contrasts the helpless moments of her past. When her mom wasn't drunkenly harassing her, Vriska was often left on her own to take care of herself. She learned to give herself compliments and encourage herself. If her mom wasn't going to give her the love and support she needed to flourish, why couldn't she? This ultimately is the basis of her inflated ego.
As Vriska grew older and was placed into more social situation, such as school, she was often caught doing a bit of bullying as an attempt to make the other kids stronger. She got labeled as a bitch by just about everyone, but if anything this only served as nourishment for her ego. The other kids saw her as different, and she agreed with them for a very different set of reasons. They're only calling me a bitch because they're jealous. I'm obviously better than them at everything and they're only trying to knock me down a bit so that they have a chance at being slightly comparable to me.
The events that landed her in this institution are only relatively recent at this point. At age 13, Vriska found herself in a rather unfortunate situation- there was this boy she had a mild crush on, but he was way too wimpy and she couldn't stand it. No matter how hard she tried, this boy seemed to be set in his ways. This frustrated Vriska beyond belief. One day, she and a group of friends (including this boy) went out for a LARP session. It was a relatively average game until Vriska found herself face to face with a certain boy who just so happened to be on the opposing team. Using her advanced manipulation skills, she managed to convince the boy to climb a tree with her. When she decided they were at a sufficient height, she pushed the boy right out of the tree. The boy unfortunately did not come out of this unharmed. After he was taken to the hospital, it was announced that the boy would never walk again all thanks to Vriska. After much discussion and evaluation, it was decided that Vriska would be sent to a mental institution rather some sort of containment center for juvenile delinquents.
Sample Rp: Vriska woke up, yet again, to the same, dull room. One might think with her seniority in the establishment she might have earned herself something to disrupt the dull, white uniformity of the room, but no. She was still considered to be a danger to others. Although she didn't have any sort of a calender in her room, she was entirely sure today marked the end of her third year spent in this hellhole. She had thought her mom would've insisted on getting her out of here by now, but she was probably too drunk too busy with her freedom to remember the existence of her daughter by anything other than the bill sent to her asking for payment for the services provided at this wretched psychiatric hospital. Obviously all those years of cleaning up after her drunken filth mean a lot to her. Vriska thought as she slipped off her bed and began preparing for the day.
As she headed towards her dresser, Vriska couldn't help but notice the extra bed in the room. She had heard rumors of new arrivals, but she had yet to stumble upon solid proof. If new arrivals were coming, the possibility of getting a new roommate was high. In the past, she had been labeled the cause of some problems her past roommates had to face. Her last roommate was the textbook definition of depression. By the time she was done with the poor soul, she was severely paranoid to say the least. She did admit that the sudden onset of paranoia in her roommate had likely been her fault, but she didn't see why that meant she couldn't have a roommate. These days, however, the facility seemed to be taking in quite a few new patients. Before they know it, they'll have no choice but to place someone in the extra bed beside Vriska's. "Yes, a new roommate." She said to herself in the solitude of her room. "I've been needing some entertainment."
Equius
Gamzee (Taken by: ChessyCat)
Name: Gamzee Makara
Age: 16
Diagnosis: Multiple personality disorder and Post Traumatic Stress.
Appearance: Tall, messy black hair, pale, bags under eyes.
Personality: His original and dominant personality is laid-back, easy going and kind. He doesn’t like to talk about his own problems, so he often counsels friends instead. He’s usually pretty calm, but when he realizes he’s losing control he gets very anxious and keeps himself locked up in his room so that he doesn’t hurt anybody. His second personality is cruel, psychotic and unpredictable.
History: Gamzee pretty much raised himself, seeing as his single father was always working. Because he was always alone, he invented and imaginary friend for himself, and spent most of his time talking to him when at home. His imaginary friend was always telling him to do bad things and getting him in to trouble, but at that point his imaginary friend was just that- imaginary- and there was nothing sinister going on. He eventually grew out of it.
However, when Gamzee was twelve, his father was murdered right in front of him in a home robbery. The emotional trauma he endured caused his mind to split itself in two, creating an alternate personality for himself that was similar to his old imaginary friend- only a lot more dark and twisted. There was no one left to take care of Gamzee, so he was moved into a home for troubled teens. There Gamzee often switched into his darker alter ego in times of high tension.
At first (while the switches were slightly disturbing) there wasn’t anything particularly dangerous about his alter ego. However, one night in the boy’s home, something happened that resulted in Gamzee almost killing two of his roommates. No one knows exactly what happened that night except that Gamzee hadn’t taken his meds. He himself doesn’t remember what happened, but he feels a great deal of remorse over it.
Sample Rp: Gamzee could always feel it coming. He could feel himself slipping away, sinking into the shadows of his own mind. He was sure that it was the scariest feeling in the world, having your own brain hijacked like that. But the worst part was knowing that, in what felt like a split second, he would open his eyes and have to face the reality of what he had unwittingly done. He had hurt people. That was always the worst part. But for his other self that was the best part. So he laughed at himself from the back of his mind, watching desperately as everything he held dear was torn apart by his own hands.
Eridan (Reserved by: caffeinatedZombie, Patient)
Feferi (Taken by: apatheticInquisitor, Staff member)
Name: Feferi Peixes
Age: 28
Appearance: Feferi has long, curly brown hair, the tips reaching just past her rear that is usually loose or sometimes in a messy, thick braid and has dark, brown eyes. She has a slightly tanned skin, with a few darker freckles adorning her cheeks and nose. She usually wears pink rimmed glasses and a golden necklace with a Pisces sign attached to it. Her attire for when she goes to work is a light, faded jean, a white T-shirt and a white lab coat that she wears over it, since the formal wear that she's actually supposed to be wearing looks a little bit too drab. She's quite short for her age, but that had never bothered her much.
Personality: Feferi gets easily excited and sometimes over-reacts to a few things. She is very lively and energetic and is often seen with a bright smile, even though she works at an asylum. She tries to stay optimistic, knowing from experience that it only helped keep her sane, and perhaps it might just cheer up some of her patients as well. Feferi is courageous and has been tasked to care for some of the most difficult patients that are kept here, this only shows that she is nurturing and caring towards others, even though they aren't "normal". She doesn't think of herself as superior to the patients, in fact she thinks of them all as equals, they just have a different understanding of things. But even though she is a good person in general, there are times when she will get snappy and slightly rude (especially when she's had a bad day), but she tries her best to be well-mannered nonetheless. She loves using fish puns, and will incorporate them into her speech when she thinks the opportunity is right.
History: Feferi was raised in a wealthy family, having almost unlimited access to money, she could literally study anything which her heart desired. When she was younger, she studied marine biology, but even though the ocean was mesmerizing to her, she yearned to do something different. So when she saw a job offer that an asylum was hiring workers, she immediately applied, thinking that maybe, just maybe, she could help other people.
Sample Rp: Feferi groggily sat up as her alarm clock beeped next to her ear and slammed her hand down on it, just to get it to stop making such an awful noise in the morning. The poor thing has suffered so much abuse from her hitting it daily every single morning. She threw the covers off of her and rubbed at her eyes, yawning and trudged off to the bathroom to start her morning routine of showering, drying her hair and getting dressed for the day. With a few minutes to spare, she made herself some coffee, just to start the day off before departing to yet another day of work. Her work was not too bad actually, even though her parents heavily disagreed with her job choices. She liked the people that stayed there, finding a few of them refreshing company.
She carried a suitcase with her, packed with her notes about her various patients, her clipboard and of course, her lunch. As she walked into the building, she waved at a few of the guards, a bright smile lighting her face as she walked up the stairs and headed to her patient's rooms, just to check up on them and see if they're doing alright.
Kankri
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Rufioh
Mituna (Taken by: aQuaFinaHoarder, Patient)
Name: Mituna James SSang
Age: 17
Diagnosis: Severe Brain damage, bipolar disorder, seizures and body tremors, short term memory loss. Most of this is brought on by his brain damage.
Appearance: Mituna is fairly tall and is skinny in stature. Although he is almost always wearing a helmet to protect him from "spazzing out," his black hair is long mess that covers his eyes. He oftens wears a loose fitting yellow hoodie, and black sweatpants. Mituna's eyes are the same as his brothers, though very few have actually seen them.
History: Mituna, born in South Korea with his brother Sollux, has vague memories of his brother being adopted, but was adopted by a family shortly after him to a family moving from South Korea to America. He lived a fairly average childhood, skateboarding in his free time and playing video games, but he did show signs of being bipolar early on. His time at school had its ups and downs, having a few friends that managed to look past the boy's sudden mood swings. At the age of 13, Mituna snuck out of the house with one of his friends and went on a joyride, which resulted in a severe car crash. His friend made it out fairly okay, but Mituna was not quite as lucky. Spending months in the hospital in a coma, doctors tried their best to fully recover the teen, but to little success. At a final attempt, Mituna underwent a risky brain operation that back fired and only made his brain damage much worse, causing his poor mental health to take a turn for the worse. His adoptive parents, unable to help the boy, took him to the Scratch Institute where he has stayed for almost 4 years. Once he turns 18, he will most likely be transferred to a more permanent institute, where he will live out most of his days...
Sample RP: Mituna quietly sketched on a notebook provieded by one of his therepist, saying some bullshit about "letting his emotions out and helping to remember certain things." But it was a way to pass the time, since he couldn't do much of things like play his video games and skateboard. As he started to shade in the drawing, his arm spazzed, feeling as though electricity was pulsing through it. "D-Dammit," He threw his pen across the room, seeing his art ruined by yet again by his own brain. Tossing the notebook aside, he went to his bed and sprawled out, his movements sporadic and sudden. That was enough drawing for today...
Meulin
Porrim
Latula
Aranea
Horuus
Kurloz
Cronus (Taken by: Rue, that annoying visitor who barges into the place [including patients' rooms] and hits on the staff members)
Name: Cronus Ampora
Age: 28
Role: That annoying visitor who barges into the place [including patients' rooms] and hits on the staff members! Who even lets this bastard in?
Appearance: A man leans against the wall, arms crossed as he eyes the passing staff members and patients. That violet stare records every detail he finds appealing and stores it for further examination when he gets the chance. A white shirt, blue jeans, black shoes and a leather jacket... he's seemingly a man stuck in the 1950s and he certainly looks like one. Expensive as his clothes are alone when accompanied by the rings he usually wears (but now keeps them in his pockets), he can probably buy this place and the land around it if he wants to. Strangely charismatic and kind of attractive, his smile can bring anyone to their knees and his reputation send them running for the hills. By then, he's going to be gnawing harder on that unlit cigarette of his, running a hand through his slicked back hair - god forbid one man should use that much hairgel!- and cursing under his breath but before it gets any worse, he's shrugs the incident off and moves on to his next victim. Typical!
Personality/History: Let's see... he was born into a fairly rich family so he grew up with getting what he wanted most of the time. If he didn't get it the first time, all he had to do was tell dear old dad and get someone fired. His whole life he got almost everything that he wanted so it wouldn't sit well with him if he let something slip away. With that mindset, Cronus doesn't really make a big deal out of the rejections and sometimes forgot about them completely because he was sure he'd get them the next time he tried. These predictions usually ended up in the dump much like his hope until he got back up on his feet. He also used to believe in magic and was devoted to it like a huge dork for anyone who wanted a little dirt on the guy. He hadn't changed much since then except he was now that conceited loser with a terrible "Nice Guy" complex hitting on the staff.
Sample RP: As he checked himself in the reflection of a nearby window, he asked his new victim. "So, how about dinner later?" How many times had he asked that this day? Probably a little over than a dozen. Though try as he might, everyday he received the same answer and occasionally, he would receive answers simultaneously from other nearby staff members: a resounding "no". He would just repeat the process of berating them and going off about how he should be treated then he would shrug, move on and try again later. Or tomorrow. "I'll give you time to think about how great I am and how lucky you are that I asked you," he would then reply. "Or how I could easily buy this place and fire you right now." Perhaps he was suffering from megalomania and needed treatment himself.
Meenah
Other/Ancestors:
Doc Scratch (Taken by: Azotus, Staff (dur))
Name: Doc Scratch
Age: 42
Appearance: Canon attire
Personality: Scratch is an absolute monster veiled by a snow white smile. He enjoys 'helping' his patients cause chaos feel better about their ailment and functionally cure them. His touch, while cold as a vanilla milkshake, is as soft as a sheep's wool.
History: Scratch is a madman himself, in his ultimate quest of knowledge, he has been a self preserving devil hidden behind an angel's wings. His goals and motives have been called vile and cruel, but that is what makes it fun. Reading about these patients put him into high gear, nothing so easy or fun as breaking the thinnest lines to watch an entire empire crumble.
Sample: Scratch was a man of knowledge, his seemingly endless spout has earned him many titles, his use for said knowledge earned him his favorite titles. He stepped his way to his office trying not to disturb any patient. "I suppose one last look couldn't hurt."
Ms. Paint
Andrew Hussie
Lord English
Calliope
Caliborn
Spades Slick
Diamonds Droog
Hearts Boxcars
Clubs Deuce
WV
PM
AR
WQ
WK
Signless
Handmaid
Summoner
Psionic
Disciple
Dolorosa (Reserved by: awsomeInsanity, Staff member)
Redglare
Mindfang
Darkleer
Grand Highblood (Taken by: naïveté, Patient)
Name: Atalai 'The Highblood' Makara.
Position: Patient.
Age: 18
Diagnosis: The patient Atalai was diagnosed Dissociative Identity Disorder on the day of [REDACTED]. This information was discovered when the patient was subjected to an extreme case of stress and snapped, lashing out at a bystander before returning to a more pleasant state. His second diagnostic is underneath the title of ICD, better known as Impulse Control Disorder. After thorough testing, it was shown that he lacks the capability to resist temptation or urges. Acting on impulses rather than thought, he is to be kept under close watch while around others.
Appearance: Atalai's muscles have proven to be highly resilient as well as efficient when set to different tasks at hand. His excellent physique has remained thoroughly toned over the years within the ward, a curious thing due to the lacking of a fitness area for the patient. The patient happens to possess deepset indigo eyes, and after proper measuring by the doctors is shown to be 6'4" when standing to full height. After further study he was found to have scars that scale his arms and the vast majority of his back. Another one stands prominently over his left cheekbone and stretches down to rest against the against the base of his jawline. Such features are commonly concealed by face paint his guardian continues to send after the patient requested the substance on the day of [REDACTED]. His hair is one of pure black, and has been deemed longer than the average length for males in the hospital. It was to be cut upon arriving, but the notion was cancelled after the violent reaction brought forth after he was notified of the planned. One of the few doctors he is accustomed to is to be sent in daily to comb it into a single braid or into a ponytail to keep from becoming problematic. Shown to be on fairly thin side of the scale and extremely flexible; the patient is to be kept under surveillance with heavy precaution in case he decides to make yet another attempt at escaping from the ward.
Personality: Mr. Makara has shown to be extremely violent during days of stress, and is to be kept within his ward to avoid lashing out at other patients. He lacks the ability to trust others unless they are brought into his presence frequently. Known to be extremely volatile in the presence of others, the most common emotions that happen to cross paths with him are recognizable as anger and humor. Most things are shown to be extremely amusing to Atalai, and it has been proven to take overabundant provoking for the patient to be placed into a more 'aware' state of being. He has fondly been given the nickname 'Highblood' by a few patients and doctors due to the numerous types of mildly hallucinogenic medications that are injected directly into his bloodstream to keep him compliant with others for short intervals of time.
History: We have been informed by Atalai's previous guardian that he was born within the nether regions of South Africa where small tribes and close-knit communities were still very much existent. He was raised until the age of ten by his birthmother and the community before the woman passed away due to an illness that failed to show any symptoms until it was far too close to it's final stages to find a proper treatment. He was decommissioned from the main parts of community after too many accounts of being overtly violent younger children and those within or around his age group. It wasn't until he had reached the age of twelve did he meet his guardian who offered to bring him back to the Americas for a chance at a fresh start.
It's believed that after he agreed, he remained with the man and his wife for prominently six years. During this time, he was taught how to speak fluent English, homeschooled by the man's wife until reaching the proper grade level set for his age and afterwards admitted into a public school to becoming properly educated on social skills. Things were believed to go about fairly well, excluding the frequent fights that broke out in many of the classes that were usually provoked into existence and ended with him.
Everything continued to go about their usual trail until someone broke into the family's home and wound up severely injuring the man that had adopted him. It's told that after bearing witness to this, the 18 year old snapped came extremely close to tearing the stranger to pieces to protect the woman. Four policemen by the names of [REDACTED] were forced to to drag him off of the mangled body, the process of prying him away from the home invader lasting near twenty minutes before he allowed himself to be separated from the stranger. Atalai was admitted into the psychiatric ward the week after the encounter by his guardians who held hopes of keeping him from physically harming anyone else so much. It is believed that this is not the true reason, the real reason behind it all being that after witnessing first hand just how badly the teenager managed to harm the intruder, they grew frightened and simply decided to send him elsewhere. He's been within Skaia Psychiatric Hospital for Mentally Ill Youth for about 4 months.
Sample RP: How long had he even been here? God, he didn't care anymore. Because the minutes felt like hours, hours like days, days like months and months felt like years of nothing but boredom and all he wanted to do was get out. An irritated sigh escaped him as he flopped back onto the mildly acceptable 'bed' placed in the room for him to rest on as his eyes narrowed at nothing in particular; pupils still dilated from the last shot he'd received to keep him pacified. But it was wearing off, and now even a second in this insufferably suffocating room was absolutely unbearable. Any longer in this stupid room and sooner or later he'd surely be diagnosed with some ridiculously long-worded syndrome that made something as stupidly simple as a small case of becoming a little stir crazy sound like he was ready to go Godzilla-mode and possibly harm all that happened to so much as breathe in his vicinity and wreck anything and everything in his reach as punishment to those who left him in his ward for so long without a single outlet source to distract himself wit-
.....
Okay, so all of that had sounded really fun and he sort of began to plan following through with those thoughts when the chance came up.
But still. That didn't mean anything.
....
Dammit, he forgot the point he was trying to make here.
Dualscar
Condesce
Rooms:
First floor:
Second floor:
222: Sollux & Karkat
Third floor:
308: Nepeta & Vriska
Fourth floor:
Rules:
No killing with out permission from the roleplayer of the character you wish to slay
SOLITARY DOES EXIST, IF YOU KILL ANOTHER CHARACTER AND ARE A PATIENT YOU WILL BE SENT THERE.
Smut is OKAY
Respect other's ships
Respect other roleplayers over all
Do not force your ships onto anyone.
I will add more later!
Applications:
Patients
Name:
Age: (12-18)
Diagnosis:
Appearance:
Personality:
History:
Sample Rp:
Staff:
Name:
Age: (27 and up)
Job: (add how long they've been working if you want)
Appearance:
Personality:
History:
Sample Rp:
So yeah when we get a few patients and a staff member or two we might start (we have started). It should be fun I think. Post your applications here... My next post will be my Sollux application post which will pretty much show you how the applications should look and tell you about the character I'll be. I will create the IC thread once a few of you submit your applications and get approved.
I'm hoping to stick to a 1:3 staff to patient sort of thing so keep that in mind please!
So yeah, basic plot...
Skaia Psychiatric Hospital, known to the young residents as Scratch Asylum. The hospital specialized in all sorts of illnesses ranging from drug addictions to depression and to even DID. You find yourself outside the doors, with either your parents or older sibling leading you inside or about to start another day as a staff member. What do you do?
Characters:
Kids:
John
Jade (Taken by: pedruben, Patient)
Name: Jade Harley
Age: 16
Position: Patient
Diagnosis: ADD, signs of "Feral child" that should be repressed or deal with (sleeping on the ground, barking and trying to show dominance over people, overreacting to feeling of fear and joy, ect), lack of understanding of social rules (personal space, basic etiquette, ect).
Appearance: Jade always liked to wear green or blue and would usually be found in those patterns. If dirt wasn't already covering her. She had a few scars in her face and arms, mild red lines that healed over time, from a long time ago, nothing too noticeable, but nothing that was really gone. Her hair was pitch black and her eyes big in a light shade of green. Her body was well toned and tanned, from the life on the island.
Personality: Jade was raised on her own at a young age and learned a lot of behavior from her dog and other animals. She would growl or bark if she felt threatened, usually react very much on a fight or flee mechanics, usually making herself look big if she wanted to fight, or small if she wanted to run. On the more human side, she was pretty cheerful, trying to see the best in life, sometimes even carrying too little about serious problems. She had no problems in speech and would usually ramble about things she liked, if given the chance and if she was in the mood, usually science. She also had a pretty small attention span, if whatever she was watching wasn't interesting. She would have no problem walking away from a conversation if she felt like it, but her happy personality made it easy for her to start one. She always trusted people, to a bad degree, or decides they're all liars if she's tricked, usually her lack of trust lasting a day, except for the person that tricked her.
History: Jade lived her life in her grandpa's tropical island. Around the age of 6 or so, her grandfather disappears one day, leaving her alone. The common theory is that he was caught by one of the many species of predators that lived in the forest. Under a long story of unknown, that Jade hasn't really talked about so far, some clues seem to indicate she can't really remember, she was finally found, 4 years later, when a few problems with the legal technicalities around the island finally stood reason enough for people to visit it, looking for the late Jake English. What they found was a feral girl, reading in her room. The next scene is on her files, but it's not surprising to say she reacted violently for a first time. Moving from specialist to specialist, what Jade needed right now was a controlled environmental where she could talk to other people too. What better that a Psychiatric Hospital. The most important thing right now seem to keep her lack of focus under control and provide with tools that will allow her to reenter society one day.
RP sample: Jade was laying on her room's bed, sending a rubber ball into the air. Again, and again, and again and... boy, was she bored. She could probably go read another book, just sneak on the library and find a good spot to read. Books seem to be one of the few things that would caught her attention for long. Stories, knowledge. Ouch... it seemed the rubber ball had made the path down and hit her face. She probably should have remember to grab it. Anyway, time to exit the room. Moving to the door, she couldn't leave before checking if the path was clear. Moving just the head, she looks out for threats. Even in a jungle of squares and concrete, one can never be too careful. But she would never find wolves or other creatures around. Just people, and by now she was pretty okay with them. With the coast clear she goes down the corridor, looking for the library.
Rose (Taken by: tenebrismicTyrannicidist, Staff member)
Name: Rose Lalonde
Age: 29
Position: Counselor
Appearance: Small-statured and slim, her elegant frame is emphasized by her sleekly tailored gray skirt-suit, which she wears with an understated pearl necklace and a draped lilac blouse that brings out the odd color of her eyes, a mark of her own albinism. Her sleek bob of hair has some (though very little) pigmentation to it, so that her hair is almost cream-colored in tone. The paleness of her skin is broken only by her lips, which are painted a dark, rich plum tone.
Personality: Rose genuinely cares about the problems and progress of the Hospital's patients, though at times it seems that all her other emotions are cast in iron. She has a witty streak, which she occasionally allows to come out during sessions, when appropriate. With her peers or friends on the staff, however, she can be a non-stop fount of snark when she wants to.
History: Rose's empathy with the patients is deepened by the ostracization she experienced for her abnormal appearance as a child, and her self-diagnosed Clinical Mommy Issues, which were only ramped up when her mother fell off the house's roof and over a waterfall when Rose was 13. Her mother died in the fall, leaving Rose to cycle through the backgrounds of various foster homes and families until she came of age. Despite these circumstances, Rose is one of the foster system's few success stories. She's now grown, educated on scholarships, at a certain sort of peace with her mother and her death, and in the job she's always known she wanted- helping others. She's in a good place now, and seeks only to help those who aren't.
RP sample: Rose adjusted the blinds in her office, glancing out at the dripping gray skies beyond. A beautiful day to stay inside, she reflected as she sipped at the styrofoam cup of herbal tea she'd poured herself in the break room. Herbal tea wasn't her favorite- it had a certain eau de sugared grass clippings that she always found mildly repulsive- but clearly her repulsion to the particular drink wasn't strong enough to overcome her desire for something warm to sip at as she reflected upon the less-than-cozy weather. She turned away from the window as the door opened, and gave a slight smile in greeting to the visitor. "Hello," she said, putting the detested tea down on the end table as her warm, pale eyes took in every detail of the visitor's state. "Is there anything I can get for you, as long as I'm flaunting my own hot beverage, or do you simply wish to speak?"
Dave (Taken by: rampantConsort, Patient)
Name: David (Dave) Goliath Strider
Age: 15
Position: Patient
Diagnosis: David has photophobia, and experiences pain when his eyes are exposed to light, artificial or otherwise. David has Asperger's, and takes a keen interest to inner and outer workings of the human mind, as well as time. He also has Paranoid personality disorder, and has a general mistrust of all people. David displays signs of mild Misophonia, and becomes rather irate with people who repeat certain gestures, or who makes certain consonant sounds.
Appearance: Dave is albino, a thin lean boy of around 5'4". His skin is pale and splotched with red, with no melanin to really hide the pooling of blood in capillary heavy areas. Freckles cover the bridge of his nose and cheeks, as well as dust his shoulders. His hair is soft and white. His eyes are a brightly colored red, though he wears a pair of prescription aviators to block out light. He's actually pretty strong and physically able for how thin he is.
Personality: David rather reclusive, keeping personal information to himself and divulging very little of his life. He's extremely sensitive about some topics, and becomes angered when asked a question more than once. He is content to hear only the sound of his own voice, or the ticking of a clock. Silence is something he cherishes very much. He prefers not to be around others too often, or to simply be in quiet company. He has no history of physically becoming violent, but he becomes very verbally accusatory and defensive when put-off.
History:Dave was born 15 years after his elder brother. He was spoiled as a small baby by his parents, until a terrible car accident. killed them when he was only 3. 18 and his old close relative, his brother raised him. The two were very close and practically inseparable, and Dave began to develop a desperate need for constant human attention. At 7 he began to attend school, picked on for his pale skin and red eyes, constantly getting in trouble for wearing sunglasses he so desperately needed to protect his eyes. He learned from his brother to set aside the petty bullying. In third grade, Dave began to get picked on worse, and event escalated, and Dave had a broken nose, and had broken a child's arm. He was taken out of school after that, deemed not stable enough to be able to be put into public school. He spent a few years getting home schooled, and became reclusive. He left the confines of his home few times, too scared to brave the outside world. He learned the comfort of the silence of his home from this. He tried public school once more in 9th grade, only lasting six months before breaking a child's leg in a fight during lunch. He began to self harm soon after the incident. People became very scared of the boy, and he became distant and mistrustful of them all. One month later, as the bullying became worse, he attempted to kill himself. Soon after his episode, he was sent to Skaia Psychiatric Hospital to try and recover.
RP Sample: Dave stared out the window as he sat in his hospital bed, wrists strapped to the metal bedsides. He had tried to hurt himself a second time while in the hospital. Tight bandaged wrapped around his stitched up wrists. The boy was a danger to himself, an immediate danger. He refused to talk to the nurses or doctors. He ate very little. His brother was growing increasingly concerned with Dave. He was spiraling downwards, and would open up to no one. The doctors suggested something to his brother. A looney bin. And Dave was going. He understood the reasoning, but he didn't want to go. He didn't want to leave the comforts of his house, his room. It was his small space, the small corner of the world he called his own, one no one trespassed on. And he was to abandon it. For how long? Who knew. He sighed and laid back. This was going to interesting.
Jane
Jake
Roxy
Dirk
Trolls:
Karkat (Taken by: awesomeInsanity, Patient)
Name: Karkat Kostya Vantas
Age: 17
Diagnosis: Anger Management; Generalized Anxiety Disorder; Self-Loathing; Self-Harm due to depression
Appearance: Karkat has oculocutaneous albinism which affects the eyes, hair and skin. This means that he has red eyes, white hair and very, very pale skin. Up until he was admitted, he was dying his hair black to hide this anomaly. This is currently fading along with his hair growing out, leaving him with dark grey hair closer to the now-white roots. Karkat is approximately five feet four inches tall, and weighs around a hundred thirty pounds – skinny for someone of his height.
He will always, without fail, wear jeans. It does not matter how warm or cold it is, dark wash jeans are a must in his wardrobe. He often wears simple black running shoes and a black or grey t-shirt with a sweater over top. There have been incidents where his sweaters have been stolen – not in this hospital, but in previous ones – so he has a small array of long-sleeved shirts as well.
Personality: Karkat is angry. That’s all he’ll show others. In all honesty, he’s a major softy. The boy tends to try to keep that side hidden, covering it with anger and hatred and pain. Not that most people had ever tried to get under his shell, and those who did ultimately failed. His loyalty is a major factor, though, and he can’t help but care about his friends.
History: Karkat was born to a young East German couple somewhere in North America who, after nearly a year of taking care of him, decided they could not handle a child. They would go on to have three children by the time Karkat was thirteen, but that is irrelevant for now. At fourteen months he was left with an adoption agency, and after eight months of waiting the Vantas family had adopted the young boy just a few weeks after his second birthday. Life went well in their household for the first couple years; it was a pretty happy, suburban family. Then Karkat started Kindergarten, and with it the bullying. This was mostly based around his odd appearance, and the verbal bullying continued until he was about eight. That was the year he began to dye his hair. He met his birth parents this year, and discovered the fact that they had children - he had siblings!! - hurting him more than he would ever admit.
The bullying died down around age nine, but the damage had been done – Karkat, the happy-go-lucky boy, had changed to someone who spent all his time alone or on the internet. His marks dropped, then came back up for high school. He continued to dye his hair, and then started to wear contacts. The family moved so he could start fresh in a new area for grade nine.
But there had been another reason for moving – when he was thirteen, Karkat had started to self-harm. This had put him in and out of hospitals, and their new home was only a five minute drive from the nearest one – Prospit General. It wasn’t until he was 16 that he was diagnosed with Generalized Anxiety Disorder and Depression as he slipped further from society and harmed himself more often. He has been at the Skaia Psychiatric Hospital for Mentally Ill Youth for around six months, having turned 17 two months after his admittance. Through his time there, the professionals discovered the rest of his… Issues.
Sample Rp [[Just going to drop an old RP post from a related thread here…]]
Crimson eyes glared out from under dark bangs, taking in the hallway. A candy machine – obviously for the staff, as most patients didn’t have any money – stood at one end, beside the doors to the common blo-room. It was a room, not a block. The doors that lined it led to unknown locations, rooms he had been denied access to. Other patient respites? Staff rooms? Supply closets? He didn’t know, and honestly didn’t care. They could lead to Narnia and it wouldn’t change a thing. If they led back to Alternia though…
Shaking his head, Karkat walked past the doors he would never be able to enter, their destinations unknown. If the doors led back to Alternia, he along with the other 23 trolls here would be killed for their skin, hair and blood, not to mention the lack of horns. Not a pleasant thought. With a huffy sigh, the cancer pushed open the door and took a seat on one of the various couches and chairs, pointedly ignoring the nurse he had to pass to enter and exit.
This building was plain, boring, and boredom was something Karkat preferred to avoid. Boredom led to memories and memories led to the darker emotions. Those were things he evaded at all costs. Sadness, rage, fear… they always seemed to creep up at the worst moments. This was the reason the boy was staring blankly at a hideously pastel wall, mouth set in a nearly permanent scowl, keeping his thoughts away from the memories of sgrub and the deaths of the people – people, not trolls, not anymore – he saw on a daily basis.
Aradia
Tavros
Sollux (Taken by: hannibalMask, Patient)
Nepeta (Taken by: Huh, Patient)
Name: Nepeta Leijon
Appearance: With green eyes and messy, dusty-brown hair, Nepeta's not exactly a sight for sore eyes. Her physique is far more muscular than feminine, lean and muscled with surprising strength for her relatively small size. As for her outfitting, she's usually wearing anything from cargo shorts to worn-out boy's jeans, always tattered from her less than dainty activities. T-shirts and tank tops are usually her shirts, with all sorts of feline designs from kittens to leo signs. Over it all is a rough, tough green trenchcoat that's two sizes too large at best. She's not one for makeup or jewelry, unsurprisingly, but she's managed to convince the staff to let her wear a furry blue hat adorned with cat-esque ears and a cute feline face, and she's brought with her a faux fur tail she's hoping she'll eventually convince the staff to let her wear.
Diagnosis: Nepeta Leijon has been diagnosed with Dissasociative Identity Disorder despite her relatively young age of 13. Due to the animal identity of her alter, the diagnosis was relatively clear. She has one alter that is seemingly feline, likely a simple Felis catus based on it's behaviors and the evidence for the cause of the disorder.
History: Nepeta is the daughter of an owner of a sporting goods store, and had a childhood riddled with two things; hunting, and cats. Hunting was usually all fine and well; her mother supervised her, and she was alright at it. But, like all children, Nepeta found herself in trouble soon enough on one trip. A bear had found their campsite, and in all her false confidence little Nepeta tried to drive it away herself, ending poorly. After the violent, humbling, and most of all frightful incident, Nepeta's mind turned to her beloved cats as a coping mechanism. Cats were great hunters. Cats didn't fear anything. Cats were perfect. So part of Nepeta's mind made her into one.
Personality: Nepeta's primary identity is generally friendly and cooperative, passively making and observing friends without ever saying anything too outrageous or contraversial, content to be a friend to all and often giving personal advice that's surprisingly smart beyond her young age. Although when on a sore subject or when she feels frightened or threatened, if her mind doesn't retreat into her feline alter she'll be volatile and defensive. Her alter is a cat. So it acts like a cat. Not much to be said there.
Roleplay Sample:
Nepeta had only a suitcase worth of belongings that she'd been allowed to bring with her into the Hosptial (which she more or less affectionately referred to as the Looney Bin), and she was unpacking them in the manner of chucking them all over her bed in no organized fashion. Clothes, cat plushies, pencils, sketchpad, her hat and tail... Nothing too interesting to be found. She'd been told she'd have a roommate unless any complications with her alter came up, and she was anxious to meet them, but they hadn't yet arrived and so until then Nepeta climbed onto her bed, curling up among and between the dumped-out contents of her suitcase as she dozed off to waste some time.
Kanaya
Terezi (Taken by: sinneli, Staff member)
Name: Terezi Pyrope
Age: 27
Occupation: Security Guard
Appearance: Terezi is about 5'7", often seen carrying a cane and red, pointy, shaded glasses to cover her eyes. This is mostly for adjusting her sight a bit, as she suffers from color blindness (she says she can totally see red, hence the red shaded glasses. In reality, everything's black and white. She can "see" red by noticing the shading of the color.) Her hair is rather messy and cut short, coming close to covering her neck a bit. She is often seen in a navy colored officer's uniform with a police cap (for the heck of it).
Personality: Terezi is rather cheerful on the first glance, optimistic, bright, and is a difficult spirit to break. She is loyal, and she is rather bent on the perspective of justice, aiming to work as a prosecution in the future. This is just a part time job and she sometimes is seen studying from a thick law book (or falling asleep on it in the office). She is rather careful around the patients, as way of detaining them is whacking people with her cane that she keeps around. It's just enough to swing, and she quickly ushers them back to wherever they are supposed to be.
History: Terezi had a lot of issues as a child. Not only did her vision fail her for years, but it prevented her from doing almost anything without her cane or the blind guide thing that beeps around when she gets close. Even then, she bumped into walls. Despite that, she was happy and she was doing her best while her mother worked to help Terezi, trying to earn enough money for the surgery in order to regain her ever-worsening sight.
But when she was around 25, after earning the Master's Degree with Law in a college for the disabled and the handicapped, her mother went under a horrible accident, and Terezi, no matter how much she pleaded to the doctor to save herm other, had gone under the surgery, as her lawyer apparently found a will stating that if something like this happens, Terezi's future comes first. Though bitter with guilt that her mother is still in a comatose state, as well as somehow keeping the color blindness (they couldn't fix that), Terezi is working as hard as she could, and she has doubled her effort. But needing some money on her own, she had applied as a security guard in a psychiatric hospital.
Sample Rp: Terezi jolted awake from the office she was in, before batting off the stupid page that stuck to her cheek due to her sleeping on it for an hour. Maybe two. Law books were boring to study during a shift. Sighing, she stood up, stretching her arms and twisting around, resounding cracking limbs in the security guard office before picking up her cane, a memento and yet quite a useful thing to have around as some sort of baton. Walking around, the cane tapping in a rhythm she always had. It was time for her shift, and she was going to go around.
Vriska (Taken by: someterribleusername, Patient)
Name: Vriska Serket
Age: 16
Diagnosis: Not yet diagnosed
Miss Serket shows signs of megalomania. The term is a bit outdated and the modern day equivalent is Narcissistic Personality disorder, but minors can not be diagnosed with any sort of personality disorders. She also has a past of violent tendencies but we have yet to witness any instances of this in our facility. She seems to show a lack of sympathy and empathy towards others, so psychopathy tests have been considered but not yet performed.
Appearance: An elegantly tangled mess of black hair with the color and luster of the magic 8-balls she so loves to break cascades down Vriska's back, her thick heavy bangs hanging over her glasses and swept to the side to frame her face. Her glasses have thin, wire frames with relatively large lenses sitting within them. Beneath the glasses hide cold blue irises that are constantly picking out even the most subtle details that could be used to her advantage. Her skin is a smooth porcelain with almost a grey tinge to it, her overall lack of pigment thanks to her imprisonment in this facility. Standing at 5'8", she's not too outrageously tall. Her figure holds moderately distinctive curves that give her an elegant female figure. Her everyday outfits tend to follow a pattern: black t-shirt, a pair of jeans loose-fitting enough to allow for movement, a grey jacket with a few internal pockets, and a pair of red converse. The graphics on her t-shirt could range anywhere from some sort of logo for a band to the symbol for the Scorpio zodiac printed in her favourite colour.
Personality: Everything is always about Vriska. If she's not in charge, she's not involved. The upper hand is always a must for her and she craves power. Whether she has this power or not, she believes she is the one pulling strings and manipulating those above her. Some that being the one to deny her of her wishes is worse than the death penalty, whereas others say it is a death penalty of sorts. No matter what one compares it to, everyone agrees that it's best not to upset her. She has trained herself to keep an eye out for details so that she may take full advantage of her resources. Although she is very strategical and talented on thinking things through, she can often be impulsive and irrational and this will lead to rash decisions that tend to cause damage to anything/one around her. She usually does not play well with others unless she sees them to be of value to her and worth her time. She is not afraid to speak her mind unless she sees some sort of loss as being a possible result to her comments.
History: As the first and only daughter to a single mother, Vriska's life started out with at-home conditions that are considered to be "out of the norm". Since she can remember, she's lived in a series of small apartments with her alcoholic mother. Her mom was a violent drunk, leading to some traumatizing memories left in the depths of Vriska's earlier memories. As time went on, she learned to fight for control so that her future contrasts the helpless moments of her past. When her mom wasn't drunkenly harassing her, Vriska was often left on her own to take care of herself. She learned to give herself compliments and encourage herself. If her mom wasn't going to give her the love and support she needed to flourish, why couldn't she? This ultimately is the basis of her inflated ego.
As Vriska grew older and was placed into more social situation, such as school, she was often caught doing a bit of bullying as an attempt to make the other kids stronger. She got labeled as a bitch by just about everyone, but if anything this only served as nourishment for her ego. The other kids saw her as different, and she agreed with them for a very different set of reasons. They're only calling me a bitch because they're jealous. I'm obviously better than them at everything and they're only trying to knock me down a bit so that they have a chance at being slightly comparable to me.
The events that landed her in this institution are only relatively recent at this point. At age 13, Vriska found herself in a rather unfortunate situation- there was this boy she had a mild crush on, but he was way too wimpy and she couldn't stand it. No matter how hard she tried, this boy seemed to be set in his ways. This frustrated Vriska beyond belief. One day, she and a group of friends (including this boy) went out for a LARP session. It was a relatively average game until Vriska found herself face to face with a certain boy who just so happened to be on the opposing team. Using her advanced manipulation skills, she managed to convince the boy to climb a tree with her. When she decided they were at a sufficient height, she pushed the boy right out of the tree. The boy unfortunately did not come out of this unharmed. After he was taken to the hospital, it was announced that the boy would never walk again all thanks to Vriska. After much discussion and evaluation, it was decided that Vriska would be sent to a mental institution rather some sort of containment center for juvenile delinquents.
Sample Rp: Vriska woke up, yet again, to the same, dull room. One might think with her seniority in the establishment she might have earned herself something to disrupt the dull, white uniformity of the room, but no. She was still considered to be a danger to others. Although she didn't have any sort of a calender in her room, she was entirely sure today marked the end of her third year spent in this hellhole. She had thought her mom would've insisted on getting her out of here by now, but she was probably too drunk too busy with her freedom to remember the existence of her daughter by anything other than the bill sent to her asking for payment for the services provided at this wretched psychiatric hospital. Obviously all those years of cleaning up after her drunken filth mean a lot to her. Vriska thought as she slipped off her bed and began preparing for the day.
As she headed towards her dresser, Vriska couldn't help but notice the extra bed in the room. She had heard rumors of new arrivals, but she had yet to stumble upon solid proof. If new arrivals were coming, the possibility of getting a new roommate was high. In the past, she had been labeled the cause of some problems her past roommates had to face. Her last roommate was the textbook definition of depression. By the time she was done with the poor soul, she was severely paranoid to say the least. She did admit that the sudden onset of paranoia in her roommate had likely been her fault, but she didn't see why that meant she couldn't have a roommate. These days, however, the facility seemed to be taking in quite a few new patients. Before they know it, they'll have no choice but to place someone in the extra bed beside Vriska's. "Yes, a new roommate." She said to herself in the solitude of her room. "I've been needing some entertainment."
Equius
Gamzee (Taken by: ChessyCat)
Name: Gamzee Makara
Age: 16
Diagnosis: Multiple personality disorder and Post Traumatic Stress.
Appearance: Tall, messy black hair, pale, bags under eyes.
Personality: His original and dominant personality is laid-back, easy going and kind. He doesn’t like to talk about his own problems, so he often counsels friends instead. He’s usually pretty calm, but when he realizes he’s losing control he gets very anxious and keeps himself locked up in his room so that he doesn’t hurt anybody. His second personality is cruel, psychotic and unpredictable.
History: Gamzee pretty much raised himself, seeing as his single father was always working. Because he was always alone, he invented and imaginary friend for himself, and spent most of his time talking to him when at home. His imaginary friend was always telling him to do bad things and getting him in to trouble, but at that point his imaginary friend was just that- imaginary- and there was nothing sinister going on. He eventually grew out of it.
However, when Gamzee was twelve, his father was murdered right in front of him in a home robbery. The emotional trauma he endured caused his mind to split itself in two, creating an alternate personality for himself that was similar to his old imaginary friend- only a lot more dark and twisted. There was no one left to take care of Gamzee, so he was moved into a home for troubled teens. There Gamzee often switched into his darker alter ego in times of high tension.
At first (while the switches were slightly disturbing) there wasn’t anything particularly dangerous about his alter ego. However, one night in the boy’s home, something happened that resulted in Gamzee almost killing two of his roommates. No one knows exactly what happened that night except that Gamzee hadn’t taken his meds. He himself doesn’t remember what happened, but he feels a great deal of remorse over it.
Sample Rp: Gamzee could always feel it coming. He could feel himself slipping away, sinking into the shadows of his own mind. He was sure that it was the scariest feeling in the world, having your own brain hijacked like that. But the worst part was knowing that, in what felt like a split second, he would open his eyes and have to face the reality of what he had unwittingly done. He had hurt people. That was always the worst part. But for his other self that was the best part. So he laughed at himself from the back of his mind, watching desperately as everything he held dear was torn apart by his own hands.
Eridan (Reserved by: caffeinatedZombie, Patient)
Feferi (Taken by: apatheticInquisitor, Staff member)
Name: Feferi Peixes
Age: 28
Appearance: Feferi has long, curly brown hair, the tips reaching just past her rear that is usually loose or sometimes in a messy, thick braid and has dark, brown eyes. She has a slightly tanned skin, with a few darker freckles adorning her cheeks and nose. She usually wears pink rimmed glasses and a golden necklace with a Pisces sign attached to it. Her attire for when she goes to work is a light, faded jean, a white T-shirt and a white lab coat that she wears over it, since the formal wear that she's actually supposed to be wearing looks a little bit too drab. She's quite short for her age, but that had never bothered her much.
Personality: Feferi gets easily excited and sometimes over-reacts to a few things. She is very lively and energetic and is often seen with a bright smile, even though she works at an asylum. She tries to stay optimistic, knowing from experience that it only helped keep her sane, and perhaps it might just cheer up some of her patients as well. Feferi is courageous and has been tasked to care for some of the most difficult patients that are kept here, this only shows that she is nurturing and caring towards others, even though they aren't "normal". She doesn't think of herself as superior to the patients, in fact she thinks of them all as equals, they just have a different understanding of things. But even though she is a good person in general, there are times when she will get snappy and slightly rude (especially when she's had a bad day), but she tries her best to be well-mannered nonetheless. She loves using fish puns, and will incorporate them into her speech when she thinks the opportunity is right.
History: Feferi was raised in a wealthy family, having almost unlimited access to money, she could literally study anything which her heart desired. When she was younger, she studied marine biology, but even though the ocean was mesmerizing to her, she yearned to do something different. So when she saw a job offer that an asylum was hiring workers, she immediately applied, thinking that maybe, just maybe, she could help other people.
Sample Rp: Feferi groggily sat up as her alarm clock beeped next to her ear and slammed her hand down on it, just to get it to stop making such an awful noise in the morning. The poor thing has suffered so much abuse from her hitting it daily every single morning. She threw the covers off of her and rubbed at her eyes, yawning and trudged off to the bathroom to start her morning routine of showering, drying her hair and getting dressed for the day. With a few minutes to spare, she made herself some coffee, just to start the day off before departing to yet another day of work. Her work was not too bad actually, even though her parents heavily disagreed with her job choices. She liked the people that stayed there, finding a few of them refreshing company.
She carried a suitcase with her, packed with her notes about her various patients, her clipboard and of course, her lunch. As she walked into the building, she waved at a few of the guards, a bright smile lighting her face as she walked up the stairs and headed to her patient's rooms, just to check up on them and see if they're doing alright.
Kankri
Damara
Rufioh
Mituna (Taken by: aQuaFinaHoarder, Patient)
Name: Mituna James SSang
Age: 17
Diagnosis: Severe Brain damage, bipolar disorder, seizures and body tremors, short term memory loss. Most of this is brought on by his brain damage.
Appearance: Mituna is fairly tall and is skinny in stature. Although he is almost always wearing a helmet to protect him from "spazzing out," his black hair is long mess that covers his eyes. He oftens wears a loose fitting yellow hoodie, and black sweatpants. Mituna's eyes are the same as his brothers, though very few have actually seen them.
History: Mituna, born in South Korea with his brother Sollux, has vague memories of his brother being adopted, but was adopted by a family shortly after him to a family moving from South Korea to America. He lived a fairly average childhood, skateboarding in his free time and playing video games, but he did show signs of being bipolar early on. His time at school had its ups and downs, having a few friends that managed to look past the boy's sudden mood swings. At the age of 13, Mituna snuck out of the house with one of his friends and went on a joyride, which resulted in a severe car crash. His friend made it out fairly okay, but Mituna was not quite as lucky. Spending months in the hospital in a coma, doctors tried their best to fully recover the teen, but to little success. At a final attempt, Mituna underwent a risky brain operation that back fired and only made his brain damage much worse, causing his poor mental health to take a turn for the worse. His adoptive parents, unable to help the boy, took him to the Scratch Institute where he has stayed for almost 4 years. Once he turns 18, he will most likely be transferred to a more permanent institute, where he will live out most of his days...
Sample RP: Mituna quietly sketched on a notebook provieded by one of his therepist, saying some bullshit about "letting his emotions out and helping to remember certain things." But it was a way to pass the time, since he couldn't do much of things like play his video games and skateboard. As he started to shade in the drawing, his arm spazzed, feeling as though electricity was pulsing through it. "D-Dammit," He threw his pen across the room, seeing his art ruined by yet again by his own brain. Tossing the notebook aside, he went to his bed and sprawled out, his movements sporadic and sudden. That was enough drawing for today...
Meulin
Porrim
Latula
Aranea
Horuus
Kurloz
Cronus (Taken by: Rue, that annoying visitor who barges into the place [including patients' rooms] and hits on the staff members)
Name: Cronus Ampora
Age: 28
Role: That annoying visitor who barges into the place [including patients' rooms] and hits on the staff members! Who even lets this bastard in?
Appearance: A man leans against the wall, arms crossed as he eyes the passing staff members and patients. That violet stare records every detail he finds appealing and stores it for further examination when he gets the chance. A white shirt, blue jeans, black shoes and a leather jacket... he's seemingly a man stuck in the 1950s and he certainly looks like one. Expensive as his clothes are alone when accompanied by the rings he usually wears (but now keeps them in his pockets), he can probably buy this place and the land around it if he wants to. Strangely charismatic and kind of attractive, his smile can bring anyone to their knees and his reputation send them running for the hills. By then, he's going to be gnawing harder on that unlit cigarette of his, running a hand through his slicked back hair - god forbid one man should use that much hairgel!- and cursing under his breath but before it gets any worse, he's shrugs the incident off and moves on to his next victim. Typical!
Personality/History: Let's see... he was born into a fairly rich family so he grew up with getting what he wanted most of the time. If he didn't get it the first time, all he had to do was tell dear old dad and get someone fired. His whole life he got almost everything that he wanted so it wouldn't sit well with him if he let something slip away. With that mindset, Cronus doesn't really make a big deal out of the rejections and sometimes forgot about them completely because he was sure he'd get them the next time he tried. These predictions usually ended up in the dump much like his hope until he got back up on his feet. He also used to believe in magic and was devoted to it like a huge dork for anyone who wanted a little dirt on the guy. He hadn't changed much since then except he was now that conceited loser with a terrible "Nice Guy" complex hitting on the staff.
Sample RP: As he checked himself in the reflection of a nearby window, he asked his new victim. "So, how about dinner later?" How many times had he asked that this day? Probably a little over than a dozen. Though try as he might, everyday he received the same answer and occasionally, he would receive answers simultaneously from other nearby staff members: a resounding "no". He would just repeat the process of berating them and going off about how he should be treated then he would shrug, move on and try again later. Or tomorrow. "I'll give you time to think about how great I am and how lucky you are that I asked you," he would then reply. "Or how I could easily buy this place and fire you right now." Perhaps he was suffering from megalomania and needed treatment himself.
Meenah
Other/Ancestors:
Doc Scratch (Taken by: Azotus, Staff (dur))
Name: Doc Scratch
Age: 42
Appearance: Canon attire
Personality: Scratch is an absolute monster veiled by a snow white smile. He enjoys 'helping' his patients cause chaos feel better about their ailment and functionally cure them. His touch, while cold as a vanilla milkshake, is as soft as a sheep's wool.
History: Scratch is a madman himself, in his ultimate quest of knowledge, he has been a self preserving devil hidden behind an angel's wings. His goals and motives have been called vile and cruel, but that is what makes it fun. Reading about these patients put him into high gear, nothing so easy or fun as breaking the thinnest lines to watch an entire empire crumble.
Sample: Scratch was a man of knowledge, his seemingly endless spout has earned him many titles, his use for said knowledge earned him his favorite titles. He stepped his way to his office trying not to disturb any patient. "I suppose one last look couldn't hurt."
Ms. Paint
Andrew Hussie
Lord English
Calliope
Caliborn
Spades Slick
Diamonds Droog
Hearts Boxcars
Clubs Deuce
WV
PM
AR
WQ
WK
Signless
Handmaid
Summoner
Psionic
Disciple
Dolorosa (Reserved by: awsomeInsanity, Staff member)
Redglare
Mindfang
Darkleer
Grand Highblood (Taken by: naïveté, Patient)
Name: Atalai 'The Highblood' Makara.
Position: Patient.
Age: 18
Diagnosis: The patient Atalai was diagnosed Dissociative Identity Disorder on the day of [REDACTED]. This information was discovered when the patient was subjected to an extreme case of stress and snapped, lashing out at a bystander before returning to a more pleasant state. His second diagnostic is underneath the title of ICD, better known as Impulse Control Disorder. After thorough testing, it was shown that he lacks the capability to resist temptation or urges. Acting on impulses rather than thought, he is to be kept under close watch while around others.
Appearance: Atalai's muscles have proven to be highly resilient as well as efficient when set to different tasks at hand. His excellent physique has remained thoroughly toned over the years within the ward, a curious thing due to the lacking of a fitness area for the patient. The patient happens to possess deepset indigo eyes, and after proper measuring by the doctors is shown to be 6'4" when standing to full height. After further study he was found to have scars that scale his arms and the vast majority of his back. Another one stands prominently over his left cheekbone and stretches down to rest against the against the base of his jawline. Such features are commonly concealed by face paint his guardian continues to send after the patient requested the substance on the day of [REDACTED]. His hair is one of pure black, and has been deemed longer than the average length for males in the hospital. It was to be cut upon arriving, but the notion was cancelled after the violent reaction brought forth after he was notified of the planned. One of the few doctors he is accustomed to is to be sent in daily to comb it into a single braid or into a ponytail to keep from becoming problematic. Shown to be on fairly thin side of the scale and extremely flexible; the patient is to be kept under surveillance with heavy precaution in case he decides to make yet another attempt at escaping from the ward.
Personality: Mr. Makara has shown to be extremely violent during days of stress, and is to be kept within his ward to avoid lashing out at other patients. He lacks the ability to trust others unless they are brought into his presence frequently. Known to be extremely volatile in the presence of others, the most common emotions that happen to cross paths with him are recognizable as anger and humor. Most things are shown to be extremely amusing to Atalai, and it has been proven to take overabundant provoking for the patient to be placed into a more 'aware' state of being. He has fondly been given the nickname 'Highblood' by a few patients and doctors due to the numerous types of mildly hallucinogenic medications that are injected directly into his bloodstream to keep him compliant with others for short intervals of time.
History: We have been informed by Atalai's previous guardian that he was born within the nether regions of South Africa where small tribes and close-knit communities were still very much existent. He was raised until the age of ten by his birthmother and the community before the woman passed away due to an illness that failed to show any symptoms until it was far too close to it's final stages to find a proper treatment. He was decommissioned from the main parts of community after too many accounts of being overtly violent younger children and those within or around his age group. It wasn't until he had reached the age of twelve did he meet his guardian who offered to bring him back to the Americas for a chance at a fresh start.
It's believed that after he agreed, he remained with the man and his wife for prominently six years. During this time, he was taught how to speak fluent English, homeschooled by the man's wife until reaching the proper grade level set for his age and afterwards admitted into a public school to becoming properly educated on social skills. Things were believed to go about fairly well, excluding the frequent fights that broke out in many of the classes that were usually provoked into existence and ended with him.
Everything continued to go about their usual trail until someone broke into the family's home and wound up severely injuring the man that had adopted him. It's told that after bearing witness to this, the 18 year old snapped came extremely close to tearing the stranger to pieces to protect the woman. Four policemen by the names of [REDACTED] were forced to to drag him off of the mangled body, the process of prying him away from the home invader lasting near twenty minutes before he allowed himself to be separated from the stranger. Atalai was admitted into the psychiatric ward the week after the encounter by his guardians who held hopes of keeping him from physically harming anyone else so much. It is believed that this is not the true reason, the real reason behind it all being that after witnessing first hand just how badly the teenager managed to harm the intruder, they grew frightened and simply decided to send him elsewhere. He's been within Skaia Psychiatric Hospital for Mentally Ill Youth for about 4 months.
Sample RP: How long had he even been here? God, he didn't care anymore. Because the minutes felt like hours, hours like days, days like months and months felt like years of nothing but boredom and all he wanted to do was get out. An irritated sigh escaped him as he flopped back onto the mildly acceptable 'bed' placed in the room for him to rest on as his eyes narrowed at nothing in particular; pupils still dilated from the last shot he'd received to keep him pacified. But it was wearing off, and now even a second in this insufferably suffocating room was absolutely unbearable. Any longer in this stupid room and sooner or later he'd surely be diagnosed with some ridiculously long-worded syndrome that made something as stupidly simple as a small case of becoming a little stir crazy sound like he was ready to go Godzilla-mode and possibly harm all that happened to so much as breathe in his vicinity and wreck anything and everything in his reach as punishment to those who left him in his ward for so long without a single outlet source to distract himself wit-
.....
Okay, so all of that had sounded really fun and he sort of began to plan following through with those thoughts when the chance came up.
But still. That didn't mean anything.
....
Dammit, he forgot the point he was trying to make here.
Dualscar
Condesce
Rooms:
First floor:
Second floor:
222: Sollux & Karkat
Third floor:
308: Nepeta & Vriska
Fourth floor:
Rules:
No killing with out permission from the roleplayer of the character you wish to slay
SOLITARY DOES EXIST, IF YOU KILL ANOTHER CHARACTER AND ARE A PATIENT YOU WILL BE SENT THERE.
Smut is OKAY
Respect other's ships
Respect other roleplayers over all
Do not force your ships onto anyone.
I will add more later!
Applications:
Patients
Name:
Age: (12-18)
Diagnosis:
Appearance:
Personality:
History:
Sample Rp:
Staff:
Name:
Age: (27 and up)
Job: (add how long they've been working if you want)
Appearance:
Personality:
History:
Sample Rp:
So yeah when we get a few patients and a staff member or two we might start (we have started). It should be fun I think. Post your applications here... My next post will be my Sollux application post which will pretty much show you how the applications should look and tell you about the character I'll be. I will create the IC thread once a few of you submit your applications and get approved.
I'm hoping to stick to a 1:3 staff to patient sort of thing so keep that in mind please!
Hospitalstuck I don't think I looked at.