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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 8:44 am
The Tell Tale Heart...The Raven...The Black Cat All these stories with all these people came here, to the Darkfield Asylum. Every Edgar Allen Poe person gone insane resides here, along with a few other famous people. Hannibal the cannibal, Micheal Myers,Freddy, Jason, even Cloud Strife is held here. There are also different races mankind cant stand to live with.
~Profiles~ Name: Race: Age: Reason for being here: Apperance:
~Rules~ You can be any character you wish Dont ask to join, just join! All normal rules Be literate, and we dont like these thingys very much- *We killed these things*
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 8:57 am
Name: Moonlit Race: demon/human Age: 18 Reason for being here: Abandoned as a baby, he wandered from place to place taking hate and insults from everyone, untill he finally cracked and killed an entire town. Eventually he was brought down and taken here, to put in high custody. Apperance:
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Now We Are Coming For You
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.:*Kotton Kandy*:. Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Nov 24, 2005 10:00 pm
Name:Krazy Kandy Race: half demon Age: 22 Reason for being here: Abandoned at the circus when she was 3 and grew up as a morbid carny. Suspected of killing over 25 rednecks and eating spare body parts. Apperance: Short and stocky clown with long pink dreadlocks and small horns growning from her head and a long fuffy tail with scars on her arms and legs from knife fights.
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2005 12:37 am
Name: Cobalt a.k.a. Cackling Carver Race: Inhuman Monster (Appears human) Age: 19 Reason for being here: Schizophrenic and Masochistic since the day he was born, his sadistic ways grew with age as he was passed from fosterhome to fosterhome. When he finally snapped, He found all the homes again and killed the residents there, cackling shrilly as he carved them open and spread their entrails on the walls. His destructive ways weren't just centered on those around him, cutting up his skin and carving out his eye with a straight razor, cackling to himself as he did it. Apperance: Slim but somewhat muscular, long blood tainted black hair, scars all over his body (some fresh), and a black eyepatch that covers the bloody eye socket that still bleeds on occasion.
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Posted: Mon Nov 28, 2005 5:19 am
Moonlit was bieng escorted to his comfy high security room in a rack looking thing that held his arms to the sides like a cross. His face mask prevented him from speaking, but he didnt really need to. They wouldnt believe him anyway. He listened to the screams of other patients and the crys that they werent crazy. A lot of patients here werent crazy, just demons or other species.
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2005 12:38 am
((This looks fun!)) Name: Strayne Race: English Human Age: 19 Reason: Strayne is a Latent Kleptomaniac, or other wise a Lazy Complusive Theif. ((We Need SOMEONE whos not an insane murder, I mean c'mon)) He is also known to slip into mulitiple personalities, most of which are famous historical figures. Also, he slips in and out of languages, usually right in the middle of a sencentence or thought, some times even in his head. Strayne is not completelty insane - though he does to strange things. He is also known to drink his blood as well as the blood of others. Appearance: While nothing like Conan the Barbarian, Strayne is Lithe and Muscular, and those nice men in white coats were unable to remove the knife he carries, nor put him in a straight jacket or other restraining clothing. He has just above shoulder length brown hair with graying streaks and grey eyes. His skin is not the typical english pale, but not as full colored as other types either.
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2005 4:49 am
((feel free to start anytime yall, i just can pop in to answer))
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2005 4:26 pm
Cobalt was standing by the door to his cell, watching through the crack at the bottom as shadows passed by. The smell of blood was heavy in the air now... or it could have been his blood stained hair in his face. He listened closely at what was going on, his fingernails slowly cutting into his skin as he waited for his next meal.
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2005 8:25 am
Name: Gambit Race: half-dragon (Celestial) Age: unkowon (looks about 16) Reason for being here: every since the day he escaped for the bio weapons lab he has been searching for his past with his memorys shattered he wanders aimlessly he recently heard of a man in the local area who may have valuable information Apperance:  (human form)
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Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2005 9:02 am
*Gambit walks through an old area to meet with his contact only to find him on the ground dead cursing his luck he begins to leave when he is club over the head by something very heavy and blacks out. a short while later he wakes to find himself in some strange cell that stank of blood and decay while checking for another way out he hears something in a cell across from his and calls to the other stranger* whos there?!
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2005 5:05 pm
As they arrived in the make shift cell designed to look like outside, they slowly released him and locked him in the room. There were other crazys here, for this was the place were the ineracting experiments were held. Sometimes they would let loose beasts, and the patients would have to fight them off. Other times, the patients fought against eachother, after injected with a rage inducing chemical. Soon they would be bringing other people in here, so he would have to make himself invisable. Moonlit ran through the fake trees, reminded of how big this place and how real this place seemed. He could just barely hear the doors open and the chains on the others being taken off.
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Posted: Sun Dec 04, 2005 10:41 pm
* he takes a hair pin out of his pocket and starts to pick the lock on the cell door with his old theif and spy skills this would often be a simple task but the lock will not unlock it must be jammed or rusty with his failure obvious he sits in the back of the cell and trys to get some sleep*
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2005 2:38 pm
A shadow suddenly stopped in front of the door and Cabalt waited for the little door on the bottom of the cell door to open and pass the bowl of whatever slop the served in this hellhole. Instead cell door swung open, slamming Cobalt in the head and making him real backwards, holding his face. "Dammit! Son of a..." Two men retrained him as they picked him up off the floor. Cobalt flailed around, trying to escape their grip. He didn't know what was going on, but he knew something was amiss when they threw him in a large room made to look like a fake forest. "This can't be good."
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2005 6:01 pm
Name: Shannon (but nobody knows her by that name; instead she goes by fake names, such as Daisy St. Patience or Bubba Joan) Age: 22 Race: Human (American?) xp Reason for being here: Once upon a time, Shannon was a beautiful supermodel type, surrounded by people who adored her.. or.. at least her appearance. Her best friend Evie was a model too, but not near as pretty.. and when she found out Evie had stolen her boyfriend (Manus) from her, she couldn't take it anymore. While driving on the highway one day, she pulled a revolver out and shot herself in the face, destroying her once perfect image, her driver's side window, as well as her ability to speak. She had done well at making this look like an accident, or someone else's fault, at least for awhile.. but once the authorities figured out that she had done this on her own, and about the turkey incident at the local supermarket, (where she walked in, took a turkey, and walked out, just because she could because nobody was stopping her with a face like she had) Shannon was locked away, deemed insane, and never heard from by the outside world again. (At least they never found out about all the big rich peoples' houses in Oregon, Washington and Canada that she raided for drugs alongside Brandy Alexander.) ninja Appearance: Always shrouded in veils, her face's true appearance a total mystery, Daisy has a look that says "Thank you for not sharing," as Brandy put it when she created this alter-ego for the poor lost little Shannon. Under the veils, you would be afraid to see, and if you ask, Daisy will tell you.. Or rather, write it on paper. "Birds ate my face." Not far from the truth, considering the bits of her flesh that were left in her car really were eaten by birds before the detectives got there...
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Posted: Tue Dec 06, 2005 2:58 am
Strayne sat alone, in his padded room, bored as a bat (wrong metaphor, i know, but really - who cares?) and toying around with his switchblade.
"This asylum is real boring. Nothing ever happens here..."
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