Poison.{Insane Asylum rp} New Updates & Announcements

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P o i s o n.

Literate Roleplay

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u p d a t e s & a n n o u n c e m e n t s

Under Construction;; Wednesday, Feb. 20th

Open;; Wednesday, Feb. 27th -- You can start posting now. I apologize for the wait everyone. In need of more male characters and the role of Dr. Skylar Reeds.

Saturday, March 22th ;; -- Sorry Everyone for the lack-o-post lately, I've just been a little busy. It was my birthday yesterday and I wasn't in any state to post last night. My boyfriend is locked up in the hospital too, for a month so I've been back and forth with that as well. My friend from out of town is currently crashing at my house and is leaving on Wednesday. So, I'll get back to posting on Wednesday. I apologize.

Sunday, July 27th ;; -- I'm back ;D I'm planning to get this roleplay back on track within the next few days. It's very important that you all PM if you're still interested. Thanks.

 

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w h a t t h e h e l l x
For what you did to me..

There are few who can say that they have walked between death and life,
balancing on paper thin boundaries as they continue to live; if you could call it that.
What they have is something humanity has struggled to achieve since the beginning of time; an endless surplus of minutes and hours, of weeks and days.
To them, time isn’t about the continual pressing from death, or the aging of their physical selves.

To them, time is a poison, slipping through their wet veins like oil, casting them aside from the one thing that mortals hold dearest; life.

 

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o n c e u p o n a t i m e x
And what I'll do to you..

1920’s.

The year 1929 brought with it the great depression, along with a serum that protected against the worst disease of all; death. Only fifteen were ever injected with the swift p***k.
For reasons unknown, the testing ceased at fifteen, the project being destroyed from all kept files and manuscripts. Doctors were scorned, and facilities burned. Finally tracking down the fiften after many years, Doctors hid truth from the frantic public by holding the fifteen in the city's local Asylum. It's the present day like everything else, time erased signs of such an antidote, blurring reality till nothing but a faint haze surrounded the fifteen; myth and superstition filling their heads as everyone they held dear grew wrinkled from age. The thirties came and went, still nothing changed about the still youthful participants. It seemed that their bodies were frozen, stuck from whatever the potent serum had contained.

Then, the side effects began to show…

 

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t h e l o w d o w n x
You get, what everyone else gets...

All man-made diseases come with a cure. Any walls that a man can build can be taken down by more of his tools. The same goes for the serum E15, produced specifically to stall the cells from aging and protect them with barriers from all illness. Unfortunately, the doctors of that age of discovery are long since dead, leaving behind only one son of science to reverse their work.

Mr. Skylark Reeds, a profound genetics researcher has unearthed some of his father's relics from the 1920's. A faded, dusty image of fifteen sullen appearing humans. All of whom were marked with ink on the back of their necks. A small bar-code with numbers if you will. A code Mr. Reeds had yet to understand. His curiosities lead him to find more documentation of the research his father and colleagues had been conducting.

The Fifteen are soon going to be hearing the process of unraveling life for all eternity, others will be feeling it, tasting, dreaming, and told of it. The Deaths will foresee the Fifteen's ultimate demise. But the question is who really wants to die?

 

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t h e s e t t i n g. x
You get a life time!

In Seattle, Washington, there laid a thick forest not dared explored by many men, the ones brave enough to venture into the woods rarely returning. Though, it wasn't like that until after Skyler found his father's research, locked away in a building he called "Narrenturm" or 'Fool's Tower'. Completely round in shape, each room having a window to shine what very little light it could into the room, the shape of the walls believed to calm the mind, however that was possible. In the middle of this giant building lays a rather large courtyard, giving the chance for the guards, doctors, or sometimes even some of the fifteen to stretch their legs, get some fresh air, and real sunlight.

 

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t o u g h l o v e x
Do you remember the day when we met...

i This is a L I T E R A T E roleplay. I expect you to post at least two decent paragraphs each constituting of five to six well-constructed sentences. One-Liners are strictly prohibited and if I catch those, you’re out.

ii Use size 9 or 10 font. It’s nicer to look at. Symbols will not be tolerated, use “…” even if you use colors.

iii If you plan on joining this RP you must be dedicated to it on a long-term time-frame. Any absences due to vacation, sickness, and any other such event, Let. Me. Know. Or you’re out. Also, if you haven't posted in three days your character is subject to being NPCed -- or depending on the situation taken o u t.

iv O O C must be distinguishable from the actual post by any means you see fit.

v Absolutely no G O D M O D I N G unless approved by the RPer and me. Same goes for killing other characters.

vi Romance and Fighting are most definitely encouraged. Drama and such is welcomed wholeheartedly.

vii Keep everything PG – 15. Mild Swearing is allowed, but please refrain from using f u c k every other sentence.

viii No Cybering!

ix Follow all Gaia/Guild rules & PM me your applications with the subject as Poison Apples.

x H A V E F U N!!  

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s i d e e f f e c t s. x
You told me this gets harder...

** {The Gray} An ashy complexion is the least of the problems concerned with what the Fifteen have dubbed 'The Gray'. Causing the bearer to hallucinate in an almost feverish display of jerks and fits, seeing things humans are not to see. The sights along with lack of appetite cause most of the ones inflicted with this effect to take on a ghostly gray appearance from head to toe, being the weight of a sick model most of the time.
Also known as the Seers of the Fifteen.


** {Givers Syndrome} They hear everything. Thoughts, emotions, the snapping of the wings from the near-by butterfly as it collides with the car window. The Giving is used to explain how the translation of the whole world's sound is fitted into the heads of the sick...
Also known as the Givers of the Fifteen.


{Acrobatics} A strange effect where the bearer is execused from all laws of gravity, causing them to constantly down themselves in heavy clothes and jewelery, just so that they would not go floating off somewhere. Many of the Fifteen agree that this effect is more of a gift then a curse. Known as the Acrobats of the Fifteen.


** {The Fear} All the nightmares of those around them are given to the ones known as the Fearless, the darkest of the Fifteen, who constantly control and bask in the fears and horrid sights that come from the humans.
Most agree the Fear is a form of Givers Syndrome.
Known as the Fearless of the Fifteen.


* {Titans} Another effect that is really, not so bad. No one is quite sure how exactly Titans works upon the body of the selected few of the Fifteen, all that is clear is that their under layers of skin is composed of a distant cousin to aluminum. Knives cannot penetrate them, nor can bullets travel farther then the first layer of skin. These are truly the immortals that so many story books portray. Unfortunately, their egos match their strength.
Known as the Titans of the Fifteen.


{Mime's Mask} These inflicted have two faces. Literally. The Mime's Mask is another term for this unique effect, where the bearer can contract the physical appearance of someone else that is has also been injected with the serum. Lasting only for two hours, the Mime's Mask is a dangerous tool in the art of deception.
Known as the Mimes of the Fifteen.


{The Shadow} Named so because the injected only casts a shadow on the ground, their entire physical appearance is gone, they are invisible. They often wear masks to compensate for a face and long cloaks to hide their invisibility. Unlike the Fearless they are not the depressed type, as some might believe. They are merely quiet in there doing because nobody ever notices them.
Known as The Shadows of the Fifteen.


** {The Death} Named because the infected see the deaths of those who come into skin to skin contact with them. They try to cover them selves for the most part, wearing gloves and things to cover as much of their body up as they can. Along with seeing others deaths, prolonged contact sometimes may cause death so finding friendships or relationships prove difficult for the few.


**Stars represent the number of characters who already have taken the side effect. Numerous players are allowed to use the same effect. Please try to fill up all effects though. If you have any ideas for the side effects, please PM them to me. **

 

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t h e s k e l e t o n. x
Well it did! Been holding on forever…

Fill out the application at the bottom of this post for your character.

These Character Slots are Open.

`Members of the fifteen.
`Dr. Skylar Reeds.
`Other Doctors.
`Guards.


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[b]Name to a Face: [/b] First and Last
[b]Ages with Grace: [/b] Birthday and Age [of Injection.]
[b]Take a Good Look: [/b] Gender
[b]Don’t Go by the Book: [/b] Sexual Orientation
[b]What’s with them Stares: [/b] Personality - At least a decent Paragraph
[b]Remember Back When: [/b] History - At least a decent Paragraph
[b]We’d Laugh till the End: [/b] Likes - List, please
[b]Them Terrible Nights: [/b] Dislikes - List, please
[b]The Twisted Gun-Fights: [/b] Quirks/Habits - List, please
[b]We Been Through Hell and Beyond: [/b] Motto - A sentence or two
[b]With New Secrets, Built Bonds: [/b] Unknown Fact - A small Paragraph
[b]With a Hug and Farewell: [/b] crush(es) - Encouraged
[b]They Keep Me Locked Up In This Cell: [/b] Side effect -Easy Enough
[b]Those’re the Rules of the Game: [/b] Image Link - I prefer real pictures, not animated ones
[b]Don't Get Lost In The Fame: [/b] Gaia Username[/size][/align]

 

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a c c e p t e d c h a r a c t e r s. x
Promise me that when I'm gone, you'll kill my enemies..

T h e F i f t e e n.

#o1. Name to a Face: Eden Wyskida.
Ages with Grace: October 13th 1919, Aged at Nineteen.
Take a Good Look: Female
Don’t Go by the Book: Heterosexual (Straight)
What’s with them Stares: Once bitter, cold, and silent, Eden has turned around for the best. Although still soft spoken, she is now for the most part caring and kind to those around her. She is naturally polite and demure, when you can pry her eyes away from her beloved books. You'd never guess she has viscious temper that comes coupled with a wicked tongue. It takes a fair amount of abuse to get it from her, but once she starts bottling it up, you never know when she'll pop. At her core, she believes everyone should have a passion, like her love for the arts. She hates self pitty, it's probably the reason why she keeps all of her thoughts locked up and often has horrible flash backs on her nightmares.
Remember Back When: Eden was born into a very privileged family who lived in England. Raised by her widowed mother, Annie since the end of World War One. Eden never knew her father, and didn't really understand the reason why. how could she possible understand? It didn't make any sense. Annie later moved to over seas with their wealth, unfornutaly to soon be stuck in the stock crashing of America, leading to the Great Depression.

Most of their wealth was spent on Eden's education to better her young child. Growing up Eden found an interest in psychology; the understanding of the human mind and emotions. Just starting her years in college, Eden's mother grew ill. After spending a few nights at the hospital, Doctor Reeds (senior) recommended a vaccination of the contagious disease her mother had. Thinking it couldn't hurt, she took the offer. At first things seemed to be normal, but that feeling didn't stay the same for long..
We’d Laugh till the End: Music [mostly metal, and thrash], art, reading, quiet places, laughing, tattoos, stars, rain, sun glasses, and dancing
Them Terrible Nights: Sleeping, medication, loud crowdy places, ignorance, doctors, electroshock therapy, dreams of anykind, violence, meat, and mirrors.
The Twisted Gun-Fights: If you whisper around Eden, she begins to get uncomfortable and unsteady.
We Been Through Hell and Beyond: "Nothing is final until you're dead, and even then, I'm sure God negotiates."
With New Secrets, Built Bonds: After the side effect set in, Eden began to see changes in herself, both inside and outside the mirror. With a constant lack of sleep she always looks rather tired and worn down. Even threw something as wonderful as a smile that hardly painted her lips.
With a Hug and Farewell: [Unsure]
They Keep Me Locked Up In This Cell: {The Fear}
Those’re the Rules of the Game: [x][x]
Don't Get Lost In The Fame: PlasticFrame

#o2. Name to a Face: Raven Echo
Ages with Grace: December first, Eight-teen.
Take a Good Look: Female
Don’t Go by the Book: Heterosexual
What’s with them Stares: Raven is a close-kept person who would be assumed to hold a lot of secrets, due to the fact that she is withdrawn. Growing up her friends were few and did not last long. She spends a lot of time alone.

The side effects of “the cure” that Raven has received made any ideas of relationships disappear within her. She had realized she was going to be alone, she had to be alone. She is not much of a romantic and will not show someone the way she feels. She has never, in her opinion, been truly in love. Love is something Raven has yet to believe in.

Raven is very curious and it is what most often winds her up in trouble. She is often ease-dropping on a near by conversation without the victims realizing. Raven has been curious as far back as she can remember.

Remember Back When: Raven only has a brief memory of before she became locked within the walls of the local Asylum. She remembers the outline of the house she once inhabited. Her neighborhood was quiet, as was her life. She lived with her father and a younger brother.

A clear memory that stands in her mind is the day she was chosen for “the cure.” Depression had swept the generation and young and old were effected by disease and famine. Her brother had recently became sick and had yet to see a doctor, but things were not looking well. Raven had left the house, to walk the streets, to clear her head.

Then someone, called her in. His voice was so innocent, like he wished to help her. He stood in the darkness between two large walls, the location of this alley was blurring alittle more each day in her mind. He offered her the one thing she couldn’t refuse, immortality. She trusted him.

She regretted it.

We’d Laugh till the End: Listening to music
Painting
Reading
Writing

We Been Through Hell and Beyond: “I live in fear of not being misunderstood.”

With New Secrets, Built Bonds: Within Raven lies a hate for those who locked her inside of these walls. In a secret book is a list of the people she intends to bring to the grave with her. The names she can remember, and a slight bit of research, she now has a total of three names.

With a Hug and Farewell: [Unsure.]
They Keep Me Locked Up In This Cell: {The Death}
Those’re the Rules of the Game: [x]
Don't Get Lost In The Fame: SilkRoses

#o3. Name to a Face: Raven Fairchild
Ages with Grace: July 30th, 1820. Stuck at age 19.
Take a Good Look: Female
Don't Go by the Book: Lesbian
What's with them Stares: Before the side effects started to present themselves in Raven, she was a very timid girl. Never looking people in eyes, blushing at almost any remark about her. Though, once she got to know the people, she could be a very outgoing and loud person, lighting the room up with her smile, making almost anyone else do the same. Through whispered words, she helped strangers if they needed help carring bags, crossing the street, or luring a cat down from a tree, never forming a connection with them... simply helping them, then leaving without giving a name or a chance for them to remember her face. Even with The Gray, Raven is very timid, but it takes much less effort to earn her trust. Just talk to her for a few minutes without giving her a wierd look, and she'll swear on the graves of her family, that you're her best friend.
Remember Back When: Reven lived a nice, peaceful life before the Great Depression reared it big, fat, ugly head. At the age of ten, before the depression, she already had two sisters and one brother. Obviously, her parents didn't expect the war to have that much effect. Their whole family would go a whole week without food, maybe a piece of bread every here and there, before getting an actual meal before being taunted by another week without food. Eventually, one of her sisters, the youngest, died from malnutrition. At that point, Raven was hell-bent to make sure none of her other family members suffered the same fate. Pulling three jobs, only managing to get around two hours of sleep before having to go back to work, she provided for her family. Almost every day, she would cut her own dinner into three parts, one third for herself, giving the other two thirds to her younger siblings to add to their meal. In between jobs, someone pulled her aside into a dark alley, offering her the cure to death. At first, she declined, turned off by the simple fact that it was administered by injecting, but when the man said that she wouldn't even need to eat, she took the needle from him, immediately injecting herself. After that, she worked nonstop, one job after another, after another, only stopping home to give her family the money, her share of her food, and a quick hug, figuring she could wait out the depression to eat once more. Of course, during the depression, her family died, killed by 'unknown causes' in their sleep. So, continiously working still, the depression passed, and when she thought she could finally begin to eat once more, her side effect began to show. Hallucination after hallucination kept her from eating still, her body suffering from starvation, yet never dying.
We'd Laugh till the End: Food, having her hair be clean, knowing that everyone around her is happy, being warm, watching and hearing rain hit windows and the stone outside.
Them Terrible Nights: Needles, heights, fighting, coldness, lightning/thunder, big egos, people giving her strange looks.
The Twisted Gun-Fights: Keeping her hands fixated, often rubbing them together, or tapping her knees rapidly.
We Been Through Hell and Beyond: None
With New Secrets, Built Bonds: Raven blames herself for her family's death. She believes if she would have quit one of her jobs, just going to two jobs, she would've had plenty of money, and she would've seen her family more often, meaning she could have had a chance to notice the 'mysterious death', and stop it. Another small secret... Raven has more then a few fetishes that no one knows about. Sure, it's not that much of a secret, but if someone were to try just a few fetishes to turn her on, they'd be likely to find one.
With a Hug and Farewell: Currently none
They Keep Me Locked Up In This Cell: The Gray
Those're the Rules of the Game: [x]
Don't Get Lost In The Fame: - Bitchin Cheezee -

#o4. Name to a Face: Elizabeth Darlington
Ages with Grace: January 16, Nineteen
Take a Good Look: Female
Don’t Go by the Book: Straight
What’s with them Stares:
Quiet, reserved and bitter, Elizabeth is rather unpleasant company at times. Her lack of touch and solitude has caused her heart to numb and her personal thoughts locked away. If you do something wrong, she will have no problem yelling for all that its worth. Her room or cell you could say is kept immaculate and anyone that tries to help clean is scorned and shooed. Though deep within the walls she has built the longing for a companion and someone to hold still holds true. At nights she silently cries and ignores the depths of sleep for they only hold death. She hopes for a cure so maybe one day she could live a normal life with an open mind.
Remember Back When:
Lizzy remembers her life as vivid dream. Born into a fairly rich family, she lived in luxury. Yet it was structured and barely did she have time to herself. At the age of 18 she met a young man who caught her attention. Seeing it as a way out of her restrictive home and maybe into a caring relationship, she told her parents of such ideas. With her fathers approval, a match was set and for once in her life something was going her way. Then that fateful day came which sealed a future she had not intended. With pain and sorrow in her heart, she sits in her cell day by day wishing this dreary existence to end.
We’d Laugh till the End:
-Music
-Drawing
-Conversation
-Nature
-Writing
-The Sun
Them Terrible Nights:
-Spinach
-Doctors
-Needles
-Medicine
-Gloves
-Nightmares
-The Dark
-Sleeping
The Twisted Gun-Fights:
Quirks/Habits:
-OCD
-Counts her steps
-Washing frequently
-Staring
We Been Through Hell and Beyond: "Time is like water. When you hold it in your hand, you have no choice but to let it go. All you can do is enjoy the feeling as it passes."
With New Secrets, Built Bonds: She is a very skilled dancer but does not let on. Very few know she dances and many are now dead due to the long passage of years. Her routines are soulful and full of passion each step well thought over. She can't bare audiences.
With a Hug and Farewell: N//A
They Keep Me Locked Up In This Cell: [The Fear]
There’re the Rules of the Game:
What The Mirror Tells Me
Don't Get Lost In The Fame: Dark_Orchid_Angel

#o5. Name to a Face: Johnathan "eyeballs" d'Eath [doo' eeth]
Ages with Grace: January 26, 1911, 26 years old
Take a Good Look: Male
Don’t Go by the Book: Heterosexual
What’s with them Stares: Johny's pretty easy going, and smoother than a used car salesman in a valuer suit. That is, until the side effects began to kick in. Nowadays, he finds it hard coping with the vast sensory overload that his curse puts upon him. He used to be the guy who knew what was going on, and what to do about it; now he's the guy that knows everything, but can't do anything about it. What little bit he can communicate still drips with charisma, even if it is fractured. If you want to send him a message, put it in a vault, in a locked room, with 'restricted area' painted on the door.
Remember Back When: As far back as Johny can remember he has been an orphan. Despite a bad start, he manged to get along pretty well in life. That is, of course, until the depression hit. He struggled, as many did, and eventually was led down the path of crime. He was taken in at a very young age by the local mafia family. He worked as one of their many eyes and ears throughout the city, and he was good at it. He always had that key bit of information that the Don needed, and so he became a very necessary member. "The Family" eventually became his family, and for the first time in his life, he belonged. He managed to live better than most during those tough times, and never did anything "too bad". Then one stormy day, tragedy struck, all because of something he didn't hear. There was a police raid, and most of the family was taken down. To this day Johny still blames himself for the loss of the only people he held dear. He only survived by fluke chance, sent out to get the paper. Cold and alone, he stalked through the lonely streets, until one day he met a strange man, with a strange proposition.
We’d Laugh till the End: He loves secrets, particularly those belonging to other people, pretty girls, eavesdropping, the dark, and silence
Them Terrible Nights: Loud noises, mispronunciation, rain, clocks, and people with nothing to hide are some of the things he hates.
The Twisted Gun-Fights: Johny unlocks locks, reads personal diaries, and answers questions possibly asked miles away.
We Been Through Hell and Beyond: "It's not a secret if someone else knows."
With New Secrets, Built Bonds: Johny was born into one of the few families that would have been unaffected by the depression. The richest of the rich. But they only got that way through some unsavory connections. Shortly after Johny was his father decided to sever these ties. Unfortunately, the people at the other end were not so willing to let go of old friends. In the dead of night the men came. There were no screams, there were no shots fired, but all the same Johny's family did not last the night. One of Johny's families was killed by the other, and for twelve long years, he was left with no one.
With a Hug and Farewell: "That Eden girl's kinda cute, and the Ravens.... and that scary doctor chick."
They Keep Me Locked Up In This Cell: {Givers syndrome}
Those’re the Rules of the Game: http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y250/PhotozOnline/CIA_Agent_Umbrella_Man_Springfield_.jpg
Don't Get Lost In The Fame: The Black Umbrella

#o6. Name to a Face: Jasper Matrix
Ages with Grace: January, 1898 [Injected at 22.]
Take a Good Look: I'm a male.
Don’t Go by the Book: because I'm 100% bisexual.
What’s with them Stares: I am a very dominant person who always has something witty to say back. The people I hate call me a cynical p***k. The people I like call me complicated. I'm a person who digs for information and likes to torture others. Also, I'm only interested in what really pains people.
Remember Back When: I came to the United States from London, England, specifically Brixton. My parents were Haywood and Margaret Bovine. Crossfire between political tyrants claimed their lives when I was...nine? Yes, nine. I was pretty alright with it. They were good parents and taught me enough to live on my own. In fact, I started working when I was six as an apple seller, like my parents. Well, my father was actually a butcher. My mother used to be an apple seller until she got pregnant with my little brother Elias. Ten months later she died with my father.

Anyway, my mother sold apples in the upper class sections of New York City. It wasn't her financial situation that made the wealthy buy from her. Margaret was a great conversationalist. She could keep them talking for hours and some even paid her for her entire basket of apples just so that they could speak to her about anything they wanted. There was this one gentleman who use to always buy her off. Even saw them enter his home. He was a single man who went by the name of William Perkins. The gentleman made a living off of...you know he never really gave her a straight answer. I'd seen him a couple times rendezvousing with some political figures. Also found it odd that he was one of the first people at my mother's body. Funny day that was, the day they got shot. My father got up and slugged Perkins in the face. Come to think of it, the whole shooting seemed more like a setup that went wrong. In my minds eye I can see him lifting Elias from my mothers arms and running off with him. I quickly ran after him, silently. The last thing you want to do is scream around armed people.

His destination was his own home. I knew how to get into his home without being noticed. That's how I found out that Elias wasn't my father's, which made me wonder who my father was. There was a gun on the desk aside of the window I crawled through. Figured it was my best weapon against him should he try to shoot me down. I stood behind his open door so that when he ran through and slammed it he'd have nowhere to run. How did I know that he wouldn't look back and find me? This man, I watched him everyday for the past ten months. Perkins never looked back when he shut the door.

SLAM! My lips quaked with fear as I saw the blood all over his chest. At first I thought my brother was bleeding, but here I came to find that it was his shoulder. I saw my father pick up the gun, but my ears went deaf to the shot. Or did someone shoot him on the way? Right then it didn't matter. I called out to him and he didn't even turn. It was like he knew I was coming. "Jasper, please. Put the gun down." It was then that I learned the innards of the man I once constantly questioned.

"Your father...she knew he was deep in politics. It was how he got the meat shop in the first place. He refused to do something. I don't know what, but your mother told me she needed a way out. If she had a child of mine I could easily take you and claim you as my own. Margaret wasn't a whore or my lover. I mean of course I loved her, but I knew she was bound to another man. In the event of an emergency she gave me your birth certificates and whatever other important information you had. Your my child from now on, alright? I'll get you fixed up after I..."

Perkins cringed and dropped the baby. Reflexes allowed me to catch him. I placed the gun to his head and told him that I would only lower it if he got me into politics. I wanted to know the force that was crushing my people. After a pause, my new father agreed. Maids fetched the doctor and the doctor fetched the bullet.

I went to school until I was 18. Studied politics ever since I was nine. I was in on the loop on a whole bunch of things, but never got close enough to put myself in danger. Perkins made sure I didn't because it was his life on the line too. Then I came across a strange...experiment. The moment I got too close was the moment I was sucked into the madness. I was 22 years old. The morning of May 31st was the last time I ever saw Perkins or my little brother.

God I hope they're alright...

The moment they asked me my last name I changed it to Matrix. They didn't need to know I was Perkin's boy. It would have made everything worse. Then again, what if they had let me go simply because I had the last name of a politician? Its a lost opportunity, I guess.

We’d Laugh till the End: putting people on edge, making people give in and give up, waving and pivoting crystal spheres, dressing up, singing, dancing, writing, choreographing, playing piano, random gasps, a rushing pulse, surprising people, getting just close enough to make you uncomfortable, others nervousness, screaming, angry people, redundancy, making others confused, flowers, dark corners, rooms with a whole lot of furniture, people who talk in their sleep, groans, ignorance, reserved people, cologne, playing psychologist, denial, know-it-all people, mind games, ticklish people, making others blush, tears, and the taste of the blood that leaks from the openings that I chew on the inside of my mouth.
Them Terrible Nights: completely oblivious people, boring people, know-it-all people, highly judgmental people, needles, stupid people, town bicycles, when people mess with my clothes, when people touch my hair, when people wear my make-up, show offs, wannabes, sitting around, and uptight doctors.
The Twisted Gun-Fights: I often find myself tapping away with something, mostly something other than my nails. It's very difficult for me to refrain from circling people or staring intensely at anything interesting. Thirdly, for some reason, I can't stop biting down on things, except for my nails. Sometimes I chew away at the inside of my mouth just to squeeze the blood out. The pain is enjoyable until the self-inflicted wounds become ulcers.
We Been Through Hell and Beyond: "Maybe it's time you tell me what's really on your mind."
With New Secrets, Built Bonds: You'll notice that when I torture people I tend to be very....unmoved. This is simply because I don't feel guilty at all. I consider myself one that helps kill the inner demons of people. But there is one thing you'd probably never notice. I cry only when those I deeply care about are crying as a result of my actions. However, I don't bother to stop hurting them. The understanding of life and distribution of pain is what I'm all about.
With a Hug and Farewell: I'm unsure.
They Keep Me Locked Up In This Cell: {Givers Syndrome}
Those’re the Rules of the Game: [Normal] [Crazy Hair]
Don't Get Lost In The Fame: The Dreaded Warning

# o7.Name to a Face: Alexis Schill
Ages with Grace: 7/12/89, 18 years old
Take a Good Look: Female
Don’t Go by the Book: bisexual
What’s with them Stares: She's quiet to say the least, edgy, moody. Not like a typical hormonally imbalanced teenager. There's something about her eyes that tells everyone not to mess with her. It was always the quiet ones, huh? That was so true. She tries not to communicate often, but when she does, she has a very soft-spoken and almost innocent quality in her voice that throws people off guard. She's known to lie around in awkward places; like half way on the couch, or her favorite, in the bathtub. She's not nice, but not mean, just sort of there. She's that girl that's standing in the back with a book in her hands and an empty stare across her face. Generally, people never understand her. Nor does she want them to.
Remember Back When: She grew up with her parents in a decent neighborhood. very quiet, very subtle. Her parents weren't as odd as you think they would be. Her mother stayed at home she take care of Alexis, and her father..well. Nobody really knew what her father did. But he was a very kind and gentle man who liked to take care of his family. She went to school, like every other child, got her education. And she smiled. Much more often than anyone she knew. What a pretty smile her parents said it was. It could cheer anyone up, just with the simple lift on her cheeks, barely exposing her teeth. Ah, a gift for God, right? No. Coming back home from the grocery store one evening with her mother, they found her father, wide-eyed inside the living room. And there in his pale hand glowed a glistening black gun, pointed in their direction. With two last words, her father whispered that he loved them both. He shot at her mother, penetrating her delicate skin with a bullet. And then, killed himself. Alexis smiled no more.
We’d Laugh till the End: reading, sleeping, day dreaming, eavesdropping, drawing
Them Terrible Nights: Yelling, fighting, being stared at, talking, sneezing, being locked up with 14 other people.
The Twisted Gun-Fights: Quirks/Habits - Chews gum often, bites her fingernails, likes to stare at someone for exactly ten seconds, sneezes like a three year old, plays with her hair too much, bites her bottom lip whenever she feels uncomfortable
We Been Through Hell and Beyond: "Love is for people who like to ogle at one another for hours. I'm sorry, but I can't stare at someone for that long."
With New Secrets, Built Bonds: She'll have an occasional break down, a time where she will sob until she cannot breathe. A point where she wants to no one to see because she usually tends to be quite mysterious. Honestly, having an emotional break down is not exactly what she wants everyone to witness. It'll give them more reason to try to pry themselves into her life. Pft. Like she wants that to happen.
With a Hug and Farewell: N/A
They Keep Me Locked Up In This Cell: {The Death}
Those’re the Rules of the Game: Alexis
Don't Get Lost In The Fame: Sweetly Despaired

#o8. Name to a Face: Aila Rainhart
Ages with Grace: November 11 ; 18 years of age
Take a Good Look: Female
Don’t Go by the Book: Heterosexual
What’s with them Stares: Aila is usually the type of girl who is always friendly, compassionate and bubbly. She has a mean side, but it's usually hard to bring it out. She's very see-through about her emotions, so when she's upset or something is bothering her, everyone will know it. She's an easy scare and becomes paranoid if there's just an inkling of a thought that something is amiss. The "changes" she has experienced has left her generally distraught and strung-out, so she may tend to be a bit guarded than normal with others, even the other fourteen.
Remember Back When: Aila seems to be the perfect girl in every way - she was beautiful, intelligent and a bright-minded young woman. But then one day something inside her just snapped. She began seeing delusions of people who weren't there, carrying conversations out with them, and claiming that she was not human, but a fallen angel that had to find a way back to heaven. When her parents tried to explain to her that these things were all imaginary, she lost control and tried to take her own life. They thought that by placing her here, that the doctors could help. How wrong they were.
We’d Laugh till the End:
-Friends
-Hugs
-Romance
-Music
-Walking
-Swimming
-Laying in the sun
Them Terrible Nights:
-Needles
-Cold
-Judgement
-Nightmares
The Twisted Gun-Fights:
-When nervous, she plays with her earrings
-Likes to touch her collarbone,
-Sometimes bites her nails
We Been Through Hell and Beyond: N/A
With New Secrets, Built Bonds: Aila is also paranoid schizophrenic, but tries to hide it from the other fourteen.
With a Hug and Farewell: crush(es) - Encouraged
They Keep Me Locked Up In This Cell: The Gray
Those’re the Rules of the Game: [ x ]
Don't Get Lost In The Fame: NIN p h o m a n i a c k

#o9. Name to a Face: Ned Kelly
Ages with Grace: 7/7/1907, Aged at 21
Take a Good Look: Male
Don’t Go by the Book: Heterosexual
What’s with them Stares: Ned was always a kind and cheerful sort. He would often look on the lighter side of things rather than let them get him down. Open and sometimes blunt, Ned will be plain with others. When he dislikes someone he lets them know, though his disliking of a person is rare. He always respects those who saw him an equal and hates those whom believed themselves better. A Robin Hood of sorts, he has a history of helping those less well off and thus has a charitable nature. However being a natural red head, Ned is quick to anger and can fly of into a rage though he doesn’t usually hold grudges for longer than an hour.
Remember Back When: From England, Ned comes from Manchester, the home of the industrial revolution. Thus Ned is from a working class background. His father worked hard all day in a factory whilst his mother raised him until he was old enough to attend the local Catholic school, as ‘a good little Irish lad should’. After reaching the age of leaving the school, Ned rebelled, something rare for that age. Moving to America, Ned began to work in New York, struggling in day to day life. When the depression hit, he frantically searched for money. It was then when he was contacted by a Dr. Reeds. The doctor was some how conducting a medical experiment during the depression. Ned was desperate and agreed for the money. After the experimental ‘drug’ was applied to Ned, he was forcefully gagged and taken away. Now within the ‘Fool’s Tower’, Ned lives out his immortality. Accepting his fate and somewhat glad for his existence since it is neither death nor starvation...
We’d Laugh till the End: Punk fashion and music, Irish music (Pogues etc.), drawing, snow
Them Terrible Nights: Upper class, figures of authority
The Twisted Gun-Fights: Ned has a tendency of going off into a rant if something within the current conversation has a political theme
We Been Through Hell and Beyond: “Destroy Your Idols, Burn Your Flags”
With New Secrets, Built Bonds: In the late seventies, a guard, a kind and generous British man, introduced Ned to Punk and Ned was hooked. Now Ned wears a studded jacket and listens to a cassette player given to him from the guard, defining more than most others. However the rest of time, to Ned, has been a blur...
With a Hug and Farewell: None
They Keep Me Locked Up In This Cell: {Titans}
Those’re the Rules of the Game: [x]
Don't Get Lost In The Fame: Jera_Laguz

D o c t o r s.

#o1.


#o2.Name to a Face: Evangeline Krous
Ages with Grace: January fourteenth, aged 34
Take a Good Look: Female
Don’t Go by the Book: Heterosexual
What’s with them Stares: Evangeline is a cold, uncaring person. Even when she was young, she showed little love for anyone, even her own parents. One must admit, however, that living with a scientist who had no time for the daughter he never wanted and a woman who cared only for her placed in the society and the looks that got her there would leave any child a little anti-social. Evangeline learned, soon enough, to hide the unpleasant aspects of her personality. She quickly developed a façade- she became a girl who was friendly and caring, someone who got along with everyone. She'd always been clever, able and willing to manipulate others to get what she wanted.
Remember Back When: Evangeline was born into a wealthy, uncaring family. She was raised by countless nannies, though she never developed any attachment for them. She was a well behaved child with an endless curiosity and thirst for knowledge. She was constantly hearing things such as, “You are your father's daughter, all right.” Or, “Why, you're the spitting image of your mother when she was your age!”

She was sent to an all girls private boarding school in England at the age of thirteen. It was there that her true genius finally showed, and she knew she was to be greater than her father. This gave her an air of superiority, which annoyed her roommates very much. However, when ever anyone suggested that she get off her high horse something terrible would happen, usually resulting in hospitalization.

As Evangeline got older she matured, learning how to behave more humble manner. She moved back to her parents home to attend college, and it was there she first met Skyler Reeds. Like everyone else, he was easily fooled by her false nature, and the two quickly became “close”. So close, in fact, that he decided to include Evangeline in his discreet research involving the Fifteen.
We’d Laugh till the End: Coffee
Classical music
Intelligence
Research
Night time
Them Terrible Nights: Idiots
Rock, hip hop, rap
Ignorance
The Twisted Gun-Fights: When deep in thought, she quickly runs her hands though her hair.
We Been Through Hell and Beyond: “True knowledge can only be achieved through manipulation.”
With New Secrets, Built Bonds: Evangeline has no regard for life- subconsciously, she's willing to kill if it means advancing her goals. She also has no respect for the dead, believing them only to be useful as subjects for dissection.
With a Hug and Farewell: A certain attraction to Dr. Reeds, though it has more to do with his intelligence than his physical attributes
Those’re the Rules of the Game: [x]
Don't Get Lost In The Fame: Lady Kaarii

#o3. Name to a Face: Chloe Reeds
Ages with Grace: July 15, aged 21
Take a Good Look: Female
Don’t Go by the Book: Closet Lesbian
What’s with them Stares: Chloe is a very kind young woman indeed- she's always asking about the welfare of others around her, and listens to their complains and rants and sorrows with her complete and total attention. However, she doesn't tolerate self-centered, egotistical people very well, and can be quite cold to them. To the people she knows to be decent human beings she is quite polite, always saying "thank you" or "I'm sorry" at the most meager of things. She does her best to work well with everyone around her, for she hates being alone. Chloe is a hard worker- she always does her best, no matter how silly the request. She doesn't get angry easily, but when she is you'll know it, for she uses hand gestures while she yells at you about whatever you did wrong, along with whatever else happens to be on her mind at the moment. If she's really mad, she won't even finish her sentences.
Remember Back When: Chloe is the second cousin to Dr. Skyler Reeds. Her family had just enough money to be considered "upper class". She had a fairly normal childhood. Her father and mother were busy, but they made as much time for their daughter as they possibly could. There was never a time in her past that she felt unloved.

Chloe made friends quickly when she reached high school, but because of her trusting nature was tricked many times i her teenage years. She's learned the difference between kindness and trust now, and believes herself to be a better person because of it. Her grades were above average, not due to a superior intelligence, but because of the long hours she spent studying. She graduated as valid Victorian and went to a very prestigious college.

She chanced upon the photo of the Fifteen one day while visiting Skylar, and, after learning what her cousin knew, dropped out of college to help with the research. As the least educated member of the research group, and not even a real doctor, she is looked down upon by most of the other doctors.
We’d Laugh till the End:
Tea
Cake
Cooking
Music
Jane Austen
Theater (plays, musicals, etc)
Them Terrible Nights:
Spiders
Cleaning
Cruelty
Horror films
The Twisted Gun-Fights:
She sighs a lot when she has nothing to do.
She'll sing to herself if she is alone.
We Been Through Hell and Beyond: "Maybe if we all learned to care about the problems others are having, this world wouldn't be in the state it is."
With New Secrets, Built Bonds: Chloe isn't related to Dr. Reeds through blood- she's adopted. Not that she knows that. Her parents adopted her when she was three; she has no memory of this, or who her real parents may be.
With a Hug and Farewell: None. . . yet.
Those’re the Rules of the Game: x
Don't Get Lost In The Fame: Lady Kaarii

G u a r d s.

 

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--- ;; --- setting
--- ;; --- rules
--- ;; --- side effects
--- ;; --- profile skeleton
--- ;; --- characters
--- x --- wishlist & hitlist
--- o --- opening post

m a k e t h e c u t x
The damage, you've inflicted temporary wounds, I'm coming back from the dead..

Dear Santa… ;; White List

+ SilkRoses +

+ - Bitchin Cheezee - +

Target Practice… ;; Black List

+ I’m all caught up for now. Let’s keep it that way, yeah? +

 

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c u t t h e r i b b o n x
And I'll take you home with me, I'm taking back the life you stole...

t i m e -- 9:00 am
d a t e -- Saturday, June 16 ;; Present time
s k i e s -- Clear
t e m p e r a t u r e -- High 60's & Low 70's
s i t u a t i o n -- For years the fifteen lived through the 90's freely. Now, the tables have turned yet again. Society has drugged and taken the fifteen from their regular lifes. Holding them against their will in a tower as experiments. A voice on the speaker system ordered everyone in the building to the courtyard, there joined by other Doctors; Mr. Skylar Reeds meets the fifteen to welcome them to their new home for the time being.

+ N O W O P E N +

-throws confetti-

The sleep which had plagued Eden was heavy and harsh, as was the pain that quaked through her body. Through the night she twisted, and wrestled about. She was aware of nothing other than what images swarmed across the insides of her eyelids. Her pain had found a way into her slumber, though it didn't allow her to awake. Instead, she was trapped in a sick storybook containing no rhyme or reason with Death, mainly her own, keeping her company through the hours.

In the middle of the beautifully lavished bathroom was a small pool. A brown haired girl stood in the door frame. Absentmindedly Eden's delicate bare feet slowly began walking towards the body of water. Her white silk nigthgown dragged carelessly upon each tile. Not before long she found herself standing in the center of the crystal clear liquid. Steam did rise from the water and it was at rather warm. To Eden's surprise the water that was once clear slowly transformed into a thick red crimson. Her deep green eyes fell upon both arms. She was coloring the water, blood was spilling from each wrist. Veins were now exposed. It was her blood..

Was it a dream? It couldn’t be, could it? Of course there was laughter. A lot of laughter. It ran deeply within the walls of her head, and twisted her thoughts with annoyance and fear. In reality, Eden's frozen body writhed with pain. Despite her quakes that resembled shivering, it felt as the crimson in her veins had been replaced with flames, or lava. Yet, as time went by the intensity tapered off, dulling a little more each hour. Yet, as she was beckoned to wake with the pain, and she'd soon hesitate to comply.

"W-Where am.." She winced then, unable to continue with her words. She Immediately buried her face in the feathered pillow, holding back a scream as her body shook, the tortuous visual trama licking through her mind sending her into a small fit of angulish. The pain was enough to let her know that this was no dream.

It was that coherant thought that brought closed eyes opened, dark lashes flickering as a blurred vision strained to see. Nothing wanted to be centered, nothing wanted to stay still. Nothing wanted to make sense. The only strained thought that plagued and made things come together was the want for water. The mouth, with a slightly strange aftertaste was dry. Everything was dry.

Eden groaned and with much needed effort, she slowly flipped her body completely over. Her small figure remained all alone in an empty, white room. Bright orbs finally were able to find something that wasn't swaying, shifting and ruining her changes at finding balance. Oddly enough, she found herself on her back, staring blankly up at the ceiling which was cast in a blinding mist of white.. was she dead? Everything else was more quick to become clear after that, though she still felt exhausted.

With a sigh, Eden lifted her back off the bed's surface, feeling her spine crack a few times as she stretched. Her arms were still sore. Now, she huddled at the foot of her uncomfortable bed, both knees brought closely to her chest, her arms looped around them to keep her thighs against her stomach. There was nothing entertaining about her comfinement. The room involved a toilet, a bed, a table, a mirror and sink, and one large metal door.

Almost instantly, the door's gears creaked and the metal door swung open as a raspy voice came through on a speaker system.

"All patients and Staff report to the court yard, please.. All patients and Staff report to the court yard."

Right away the voice on the speaker caught her attention, turning her head towards the now opened door, cascading strands of dark hair fell over her shoulder after listening to the voice. Perking an eyebrow she stretched her legs and edged her bare feet gently upon the floorboards. Was Eden really going to follow orders before asking questions? Before she could answer, curiosity took over. Finding herself walking slowly behind two gaurds in the corridor, she didn't ask any more questions. All she could do was follow.