P r o f i l i o ~

[i H e a r t C a n d i i]

The name you'll find on my birth certificate is:


B e n j a m i nxxH a l exxS h e r i d a n



My age is simply:


E i g t e e n



When you'll find my birthday, it will say:


M a r c hxxT w e n t y - F i r s t



My mental disorder/illness I was clarified to have is stated as:


I n s o m n i a



Only to find out that I am a:


S o r c e r e r



The Docs call me by:


B e n j i



The room number I was given is:


N i n e



But the one who controls me most is:


i H e a r t C a n d i i



I have several likes, but here's a few.


♠ B o o k s
♣ H i d i n g
♦ M a g i c
♥ S p i c y F o o d



My dislikes...are strong and many:


♠ S w e e t s
♣ Those who can s l e e p like a baby
♦ L o u d Noises
♥ B r i g h t Lights.






My life...My past time...My future. It's all what I hold.


I wouldn't say I'm odd, just misunderstood, and messy. I didn't always act this way, I was a normal Kid, I suppose you could say, I had a life, and friends, and parents and a little house with a little dog, it all seemed perfect, too perfect for me. I mean, I was always the quiet kid, didn't talk much, always had my nose in a book that I was never really reading so much as hiding behind. The problem with reading, is that then everyone thinks you're smart from then on, and I am not one of those people, I just don't like talking a lot.

I suppose it's best to remind you who I am. Born to two seemingly normal parents I was their only child, but for some reason my parents always seemed odd around me, like there was some invisible problem keeping them from truly loving me. Even if they said they did, I couldn't tell, the plastered smiles, it was just not enough to me. I tried to take the route that most needy kids took, participated in all activities I could just to get their attention, but even if one day was good, the next morning they would eye me as though I was the devil himself. Soon enough I just gave up, hid behind books, and didn't really care much for everyone else anymore. As the years went by this became quite the problem, this isolation, it wasn't healthy, and every morning, day after day, my parents would be so cautious, especially my mother who I had always considered a free spirit, she just seemed so scared. So I would stay up for as long as I could a night to see what this was coming from, but somehow something would take over and I would fall back asleep. One night, and this was the last time it happened, I woke up to being tugged on furiously, when I opened my eyes, my dad was there, he was shouting something but the only thing I could see was the mess that had become of my room, and the image of my mother cowering in the corner her face bloodied and her clothes ruined. I had a problem, it was very clear.

After that night I refused to sleep, though for a while sleep would find me, but after a while I would be woken by flashes of that night as a teenager staring blankly at my poor mother, at the cluttered floor, the bare bookshelves and my furious father. I almost killed my mother and I can't forgive myself enough to even allow myself to sleep, I was diagnosed with insomnia, and even though you would think this would put my parents at rest, thinking I wasn't a threat, it turns out my problem was deeper and they sent me away, so now the hospital is my home and sanctuary, I try not to be around other people, I don't want them to meet the same difficulties my parents faced, but I haven't slept for some time now, so I don't see it all that possible.

[i H e a r t C a n d i i]

The name you'll find on my birth certificate is:


ColtonxxLeexxHeinrich


My age is simply:


Twenty - six


When you'll find my birthday, it will say:


SeptemberxxSixteenth


In the Asura Home, I have an important position/job as a:


Therapist


I go by:


Colt by my colleagues, Dr.Heiny by some of the kids, I don't really mind this though, whatever they're comfortable with.


After hours I can be found:


Running around the house doing this and that. Or in an unused examination room doing paperwork.


But the one who controls me most is:


i H e a r t C a n d i i


I have several likes, but here's a few.


♠ The outdoors
♣ Sweets, particularly lemon drops.
♦ Rain, crashes of thunder and forked tongues of light, the works, it's very refreshing.
♥ Work, for the most part.


My dislikes...are strong and many:


♠ Being stuffed inside the house all day long.
♣ Hospitals, ironically.
♦ Those who don't feel that second chances should be granted.
♥ Paperwork





My life...My past time...My future. It's all what I hold.


So we already know my name, age, and basic facts about me as a person, the question is, how did I get here? Starting at my childhood seems like the logical choice to make, so we shall begin. As a child, a toddler I should say, I was quite isolated, being my parents only 'precious gift from above' they were quite the worriers, and this treatment, not going on little play dates or playing at the park, it continued well into my grade school years. I wasn't the loudest kid on the playground, but I wouldn't say I was the nerd of the class, you could say I was the 'strong and silent' type, if you'd like. Then came the day, around third grade or so, that my parents announced that our family was going to receive a second 'precious gift' which was almost a sign that I was now free to be the normal child that I could potentially be. Of course upon the arrival of my darling baby sister, now a grown woman, I took this opportunity and used it to my full advantage.

So I flourished into young adulthood, and things were going quite well, I'd built up my own group of friends, and was doing quite well in school, though I wasn't really much of a braniac. Middle School was about the time I learned that there was something more to life than just myself, though you can't blame a boy who'd been suppressed creatively for so long to want to think about himself for once instead of the wishes of his parents. I wanted to help people, but I still had some growing up to do, so I just stuck with the odd volunteer jobs that my town offered, visiting the old folks, chaperoning preschoolers on field trips, you know, simple things that got me involved and gave me a sense of being needed, since my parents were busy at home with my sister, who I also had a hand in raising for a while. You see, after I entered high school, my father had gotten ill, and he died, but then again that's what smoking does to you. My mother took up a second job and I was left to look after the young girl otherwise known as my sister, Molly. Soon after that I made up my mind, I wanted to work with kids, preferably teaching, because they're wasn't a single thing that I felt was more fulfilling than taking care of people, old or young. When I graduated from High school I was on the path to becoming either a counselor, a psychiatrist, or a therapist. I started with the ones that were the most basic, finding they weren't quite what I was looking for, I moved on and found that being a therapist was the only thing that subsided my hunger to help kids with their problems. So I began an internship at a not-so local adolescent psychiatric home.

I moved hundreds of miles away from my family and to the Asura home, where I was to simply intern for a year or so, before finding work elsewhere. Of course, this wasn't the place I expected it to be, it was so much more, the kids, or at least the ones who would talk to me, they had so much depth, it was unfathomable as to how they ended up there, but some, yes, I could see why they might have needed my assistance, they were a little off, but it interested me to a point where I didn't want to leave. So when the opportunity presented itself to prolong my stay and allow me the option of working full-time at Asura House, I would have been, pardon my word choice, insane not to take it.