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Accepted Profiles

;;Why Should I Care;;
Name: Raleigh Summers
Age: 17
Gender: M
Looks: Thick wavy black hair, sunken dark blue eyes, large hooked nose that dominates his face, medium complexion, wears ripped flannel plaid pants and a black t-shirt with many holes in it
Disorder: Schizoid
Personality: Apathetic, has no desire to interact with others
Theme Song: Apathetic Way to Be-Relient K
Other: None
Username: McMuffinDragon

;;Mental Health is Overrated;;
Name: Douglas Keith
Age:17
Gender:M
Looks: Scraggly dark brown hair, dark gray eyes usually scowling, wears horn-rimmed glasses, lanky with a pale complexion, dresses in jeans with a button down white shirt and a black jacket
Disorder:Borderline Personality Disorder (BPD)
Personality: Varies
Theme Song: Brian Wilson-Barenaked Ladies
Other: None
Username: McMuffinDragon

;;Things just happen. What the hell.;;
Name:Ryu S. Kosa
Age:14
Gender:female
Looks:Long blond hair, which is usually up in a ponytail. Pale skin and eyelashes, one blue eye and one purple eye. She is tall and awkwardly thin, with small breasts and thin hips. Scars cross her back and there are a few on her face. Her hands and skin are cracked like mad, and she's got muscles that seem small, but are usually much bigger when she's hurling you at a wall.
Disorder:schizoid
Personality:Ryu tends to avoid others so she can be by herself. People annoy her, but she shows no response to anything they say, unless she is aggravated. Like most schizoids, Ryu usually cannot be riled up, but unlike schizoids, she goes into a violent rage when she is. Her stares can often be mistaken for glares because of how her face is built, but usually she is very kind when approached. She is not welcoming, but she doesn't make people feel unwanted unless they refuse to leave her alone.
Theme Song:Evanescence cover: Thoughtless
Other:Ryu spends most of her time in the gym, lifting weights that are...heavy and sweating away her disapproval.
Username:xXBisexual ******** off or get off my back in any other way there is.;;
Name:Ren Y. Kosa
Age:14
Gender:Male
Looks:Black hair, yellow eyes(He uses contacts), tall, and a body like a muscleman. He obviously works out often. He has bandages and patches all over his person, but still manages to look awesome. His feet are small, so he wears shoes slightly larger than his footsize to hide it. He has a large tattoo that covers most of his back. It's the Yin-and-Yang sign with triangles and squigglies around it.
Disorder:Paranoia
Personality:Ren always has a tormented mind that there's someone around the bend, that others are plotting against him, that there are only two people on his side, and that's him and his sister. He gets twitchy when people question him, and often breaks out into an angry fit when people consistently bother him about things he doesn't want to talk about. Though this is true, he is very charismatic and handsome. No one can really tell why this is true, not even he, but he just has this sort of glow that attracts people to him like moths to a light. Including the part where they get bug-zapped by the light and fall down dead. Sort of.
Theme Song: Lacrimosa my Mozart.
Other:Ryu is his twin sister.
Username:xXBisexual FlanXx

;;I'm not one of you and I never wish to be.;;
Name: Lyra Diane Abbey
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Looks: Lyra has straight shoulder length black hair with straight bangs. She is small; just under 5 feet tall and thin. She has large brown eyes and a soft-looking face. She usually wears a short frilly black skirt, bright colored striped tights, and a dark t-shirts with a picture of an animal along with a black zip-up hoodie.
Disorder: Schizotypal Personality Disorder
Personality: Lyra has trouble talking to people, not because she is shy, but because she doesn't trust them with what she'll tell them. When she's talking to someone she isn't always clear in what she's saying, and she's not always listening, either. At times she can be very empathetic, but at others she seems very distant and cold.
Theme Song: Subterranean Homesick Alien by Radiohead
Other: Lyra believes that she is an alien experiment sent to Earth to do research on the human species, but something has gone wrong and now she has lost all contact with her real family.
Username: Oxymoron Synonym

;;A person who aims at nothing is sure to hit it.;;
Name: Élodie Morceaux
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Looks: Élodie is a slim, tall figure. She is 5' 9'' and weighs 106 pounds. She is naturally a brunette and her hair can be classified as wavy. Élodie's skin can be described as porcelain to fair skin and she likes to take great care of it. She has piercing blue eyes that are borderline green, they're the most unique thing about her other than her appearance itself. She is a native French citizen and her looks match. Élodie has that supermodel grace and figure that all women die for...maybe that lead to the reason for her disorder.
Disorder: Narcissistic
Personality: Élodie is a tad critical of others. She likes things to be perfect but not to the point of OCD classifications. Her looks mean everything to her and without them she wouldn't know what else to do. She has many achievements and likes to tell people about them even if they've already heard of them. Guys fawn over her and she's used to it, that's why she could really care less about them. Élodie loves it when people pay close attention to her because she is flawless in every way and she'll let you know it too.
Theme Song: Untouched by The Veronicas
Other: Élodie will most likely ignore you unless you appeal to her, if you're a cute guy.....well, she'll have her perfectly manicured claws into you in due time.
Username: Asuka_Layne

;;Isn't it pretty, Mommy Dearest?;;
Name: Lucille Alridge
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Looks: Her hair is an artificial platinum blond, perfectly straight and trailing to her mid-back. Her eyes are a pale green. Lucille stands at about 5'2 and weighs 102 lbs. Also known as a relatively unhealthy weight, though she looks far worse, and hasn't been at the asylum long enough for any real growth to happen. Her eyes are slightly sunken, and she always has bags under them, despite not having a major sleep disorder. She's got no curves and many jagged edges to her body, there are also a plethora of burn scares trailing over her fingers. She is almost like the perversion of a doll.
Disorder: Psychosis, Pyromania
Personality: Lucille is an odd case, even in the asylum. Instead of long silences, she is prone to random fits of laughter, particularly when others are having difficulties. She cannot hold a conversation very well, often getting distracted from the topic or simply staring at the person with an unnerving smile on her face. Only when the topic actually catches her interest in some way does she actually attempt to communicate as a regular human being. When she is around fire she usually 'speaks' to it, as if it were her friend, and will attempt to touch it as well. In some cases she has even lit fires, or somehow spread them to relieve whatever pent up emotions she has.
Theme Song: Disturbed - Inside the Fire
Other: Her body has a fifty/fifty chance of rejecting medication every time it is administered to her, after which she begins to have extremely vivid hallucinations and delusions involving fire. A common one is where she believes the fire wants to be set free. In any case, in no instances is she allowed to be near fire, enclosed or not, or even to matches, lighters, or anything of the sort.
Username: Blue Winged



;;Perfection is all I strive for;;
Name: Colin Dagget
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Looks: Colin has shaggy, dirty blond hair and bloodshot hazel eyes. He has heavy bags under his eyes, which he attempts to mask with thick rimmed glasses. He is tall and weighs only 90 lbs. He has absolutely no muscle and barely any fat left to cling too. His arms and legs are bony, his face the only thing remaining somewhat round. He is not progressing on weight gain very well, being at the asylum for little over 3 months and not even gaining 10 lbs. While his actual appearance is clean and spotless, what lies underneath the clothes is what would scare you.
Disorder: Obsessive-compulsive personality disorder, which is coupled with anorexia nervosa, both of which cause his chronic insomnia
Personality: While Colin is not a bad person, he has no friends. That is because he is always plotting out his days, never conversing with anybody for fear of being 'late' for whatever it is he is doing. His only hobby is drawing, for he often spends hours at his desk sketching, refusing to eat or sleep. His art may be beautiful, but it is almost parasitic in it's ability to sap away at his life. In his room he has hoarded perhaps every drawing he's produced since his entrance into the asylum, not even letting others touch it, for fear that they would ruin the piece. He is also hopelessly devoted in his Catholic beliefs, believing that God gave him an amazing gift.
Theme Song: Avenged Sevenfold - Turn the Other Way
Other: To make sure he does not starve, every day Colin is escorted to the lunch room and made to eat, sometimes by force if he cannot be torn away from his desk.
Username: Blue Winged

Douglas sat on one of the pleather couches in the forum waiting for someone to come show him around. Then a door opened and a man in his early fifties stepped out to greet him. He has salt and pepper hair and wore thick rimmed glasses and a white coat, an unconvincing attempt to convince Douglas that he was a doctor.

"I'm Doctor Flannery," He said in a deep voice, "Please follow me, I'll show you around." Douglas rose and the couch squeaked behind him.

Raleigh lounged back on the couch in the day hall over looking the hospital grounds, where the claustrophobic cases spent most of their time. There was a basket ball court and soccer goals set up on two sides of the lawn, a swing set for the several patients who were convinced that they were five years old. Farther away was a small lake, which the hydrophobics were kept away from.

He sat with his legs open showing his green boxers through a rip in the crotch of his flannel pants. A graphic novel rested on his chest and Raleigh's eyes scanned the pictures and text with little interest. He'd been in Breuer for nearly ten months and had read every book with reading in the hospital.

A young man in his mid twenties wearing a white coat and an ID tag that gave him the name of Daniel Franklin approached Raleigh. "We've got a new arrival," He said with a smile, standing over the couch, "Would you like to go meet him?"

"Why the hell would I do that?" Raleigh asked in his deep voice without looking up.

"It's part of a process to get you back as a functioning member of society." Daniel replied, trying to get the boy to show some hint of emotion. Raleigh didn't look up or respond in any way. Daniel was a bit of a defeatist and gave up quickly, "Okay," He said quietly, "Some other time then." The young doctor turned and walked down the hallway that began at one end of the lounge.

((Take a look up in the rules, I've explained more about rooms and the building's features, which I probably should have done before.))

"So here's your room." Doctor Flannery instructed, opening a thick door to show an eight foot by ten white room with a small steel framed bed tucked in one corner; it seemed to be bolted to the floor. Across from it under a barred window was a small table and a bureau, both also bolted.

"Are all the rooms like this, or do you just thing I'm dangerous?" Douglas asked in a bored voice, idly kicking a table leg to ensure its attachment. He threw his bag on to the bed and stared out at the hills through the bars.

"No," Flannery responded, "This is a standard room. Some rooms are altered for the needs of particular patients."

"Such as?" Douglas asked, sitting on his table, for some reason he hadn't been given a chair.

"The patients suffering from agoraphobia reside in rooms a bit more homely," Flannery explained, pushing his glasses up on his nose, "Because they generally do no leave, whereas you wouldn't want to stay in here all day."

"Doesn't sound like they're suffering if they get suites in this place." Douglas mumbled, heaving himself off the table and stalking past the doctor back into the hall. "What else is there?" He asked, looking around.

"Down at the end of that hall is the boys' bathroom," Flannery pointed to the left, "The girls' is at the other end." Douglas looked down the white hallway at the several doorways that looked just like his own.

"Communal," He snarled, "Lovely." Douglas sighed, "So I assume that the hall isn't the social hot spot." He was of course referencing the complete lack of humans in the hall other than the doctor and himself. "Do we have one of those here?"

"Yes, that would be the day hall." Flannery gestured down the right side of the hall, "This way."

_-_-_

Raleigh peered over his book at the source of the laughter. Lucille. He turned the page and stopped looking at her. She was an alright girl; the laughing could push it some times, but other than that Raleigh had nothing against her. She didn't actually do much talking which was nice.

"If you're laughing at my pants," He remarked from between his covers, "Feel free to grow up." Raleigh said the same thing to every staff member who tried to get him to wear other pants, or at least fix his present ones. He liked the pants; they were comfortable. He didn't wear them just to piss everyone off, but he wasn't leaping to please them by not wearing them.

[[Alright, barred windows, I'll remember that one]]

Lucille had been laughing hysterically, but abruptly stopped when he started to speak. Even though she knew that he could not see her, she gave him a blank smile.

"I'm laughing because you're not doing anything." She giggled a little bit more at that, she was funny, so very funny. Raleigh never laughed with her, but then again, most didn't. Raleigh never laughed with anybody though, not even a smile. She couldn't imagine living without laughter. It made every sterile white hallway seem a little brighter. But fire would make it beautiful. Lucille hadn't seen her lovely fire in so long, they wouldn't let her anywhere near it. She didn't understand why. The fire wouldn't hurt her, it was her friend. Her best and dearest in the whole wide world. Even better then Riley. The fire never left her after all, but Riley did. Stupid Riley. Pretty fire. She'd rather have the latter. "The fire grows for me anyway." She said, absent-minded. The platinum blond skipped full circle around the couch, giggling like a 5 year-old, stopping to look out the window.

What a disappointment, no fire anywhere.

=-=

Colin decided to return to his room, if he hurried he would still make it in time to finish his piece, right before dinner, then after dinner he would stare out of the day hall window for exactly 3 minutes before returning to his room and starting work on a portrait. After all that, he would go to sleep at exactly 12 am on the dot. What puzzled him most is that he didn't find a subject for his portrait. He couldn't use himself, that would be committing the sin of pride. God wouldn't like him to do that. The trip back to his room would be exactly 5 minutes if he cut through the day room, and turn two rights a left and through his door. It was so perfect. Then he would set his alarm for 8 in the morning to go talk to his therapist for one hour and thirty minutes.

He patted himself on the back for thinking up such a brilliant plan. The only thing he needed to worry about was not being able to go to sleep. He believed that maybe God wanted him to work instead of sleep, but if he didn't sleep, then he wouldn't be able to work and his daily arrangement would be messed up again. God wouldn't want that.

Day Hall;

Upon his arrival to the day hall he was surprised to find people there. It wasn't often that his fellow mates hung around here, then again, he rarely went through here himself. Still, things had to go according to schedule, so he walked quickly past the others, but was too busy watching them and inspecting their flaws that he didn't notice the black-haired girl lying on the floor. He tripped over her and started to fall.

Colin hit the ground hard. What the hell had he tripped over anyway? Ugh, at this point he didn't care. He sat up and rubbed his knees, which had hit the floor the hardest. Great, now he was injured and late. He heard movement sound behind and snapped his head around. As his eyes came into focus he saw a black-haired girl crouching on a couch. That must be who he tripped over. No matter, quickly pulling up his pant leg he inspected the wound. Bloody. Had he really fallen that hard? It seemed so. What horrible luck. He pursed his lips, irritated. Now he would have to take time to fix himself up. Rolling the pant leg back down, he stood, looked at the girl, and spoke to her. "You shouldn't lie down on the floor like that." In the back of his mind, he wondered if he'd hurt her, but he doubted it. He started back through the room and to the infirmary to pick up band-aids.