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I've been aching to start an Asylum roleplaying thread, and since you lovelies dedicated an entire subforum to it, I feel compelled to give my little dream a chance.

First of all - I've never set up a roleplay thread before, so do forgive me if I happen to leave out the really obvious stuff. I'm sure we're all insane enough to figure it out (or improvise a little) anyway.

I'm hoping for somewhat literate roleplay - that doesn't mean that you have to write a small novel every time you post, but please describe your character's actions rather than using asterisks for what your character does. (*Sits down and starts obsessively chewing nails* -> She sat down with her back facing the windows, and started to obsessively chew her already painfully short nails.)
Additionally, I don't necessarily think that everyone needs to post a full description of their character in the beginning of the roleplay - after all, you don't really know all of your fellow inmates that well anyway!
I'm guessing that it'll be a bit of a historical setting, possibly with a touch of fantasy. (The faeries are real, I swear!) Of course, it might be a modern asylum setting, too. I just imagine the ophelias had more fun back in the victorian age.

Well, before I start my jolly posting, I'll see if anyone's interested at all. sweatdrop

Sounds very interesting, although I must admit, I have never roleplayed in my life. :O Maybe I can learn along the way?

Victorian era it is! There shall be corsets, magical violins and pianos, tea parties and invisible friends!

I haven't roleplayed for too long either, Solar - it's very much like writing a story, except that each player writes what their character does, and from their character's viewpoint. It's helpful if you decide what your character's going to be like (gender, age, appearance, background, etc.) before we start, even though I don't think it's necessary to post those details for everyone to see.

Any other suggestions? I'm all excited already! 3nodding

And begin we shall!


The Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls was established in the mid-1800's, by the revered Sir Edward Blackwood and his wife, Hortence. The couple was well known for their unrelenting faith in the Lord and their tireless efforts to rid the community of the unstable ophelias - young, troublesome ladies who showed some resistance to or difficulty with integration in the community. These young girls commonly showed distressing behaviour, like wild and unladylike bouts of mania, deep melancholia, apparent mental illness, vulgarity, so-called "invisible friends" and the like.
Rumors said that the Blackwood's late, unruly daughter, Eleanor, had been the driving force behind the establishing of the Blackwood asylum, but no one could recall the Blackwoods ever mentioning their late daughter. A small and striving institution at first, the Asylum for Wayward Victorian Girls gradually grew into an institution of some size and reputation, admitting mentally ill girls from all over England.

Surrounding the large, majestic mansion was a large garden, once spectacular in its grandeur. However, as time passed, it seemed as if the aura radiating from the mansion slowly quenched the very life force of the flowers, shrubs and trees, leaving the garden gloomy and dying.
A wrought iron fence, several meters high and obviously quite unfriendly, surrounded the garden like a silent sentinel, encouraging intruders to stay away and the asylum inmates to stay obediently inside.


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Juliet, an intense-eyed beauty, was sent here on account of refusing to marry an extremely eligable & surprisingly handsome twenty-two year old man. And she continuously played, as her mother had complained: "a horrible racket of noise" on her violin. She liked writing her own music, which her teacher had disapproved of so much that he refused to teach her about two years ago.

She was strange and to top it off, a quiet rebel. She does things to purposely annoy people & get under their skin. Especially if they forbid her to do it.

And now she was here at The Asylum. Her new place of residence.

"Home sweetly insane home," she spoke to herself as she walked into the place. At least they let me keep my violin, she thought.

For one year she had been at this awful place .......... one year that seemed like forever.

Eva looked out at the sky. She loved to look up and away...... That was the only way she could keep herself together. "It is not right", she thought to herself, "I am only 19 years of age. I should not have to be looked up like this!"

She hadn´t seen her family since the day her father brought her to The Asylum. They never came to visit and she never heard from them. It was like they had forgotten about her. Maybe they didn´t want to come because of the screams she thought sometimes, but deep down inside she knew that was not the reason. They wanted to forget about her, forget about the person who brought shame to the family-name.

Suddenly she could hear someone walking in the hall. Lady Hortence´s voice was not to be mistaking.

"A new poor soul" Eva thought to herself. She did not want to walk across the room to the door just to see what was happening. She knew, she knew all to well. Everytime it was the same, and everytime she tried to recall how it had been like one year ago. She could not remember it. Maybe she did not want to remember it. It was all just a blur, and a tall man walking out the door without saying goodbye.

When she thought about it she could recall crying. Eva felt a tear running down her chick. She did not want to keep this memory...... Her gaze turned back to the sky as she heard Lady Hortence´s sharp voice lectureing.

Her ear still pressed against the wooden door, Virginia could hardly believe what she heard. How did the girl dare to speak to Lady Hortence in that way? Didn't she know how they... How they treated ill-mannered young ladies? As the footsteps passed by her door and continued down the corridor, she heard another door slam shut.

Carefully, Virginia opened the door about an inch, and peeked out through the small opening. Lady Hortence was nowhere to be seen. Her eyes widened as she heard the unmistakable sound of a violin, seemingly played by a skilled violinist. With hurried steps she hurried down the hallway, silently, on bare feet. The sound of her rustling skirt drowned in the sound of the violin.