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 Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 10:15 pm
Here is where you will post Student Profiles.
As a reminder, you are not allowed to post with your character in any of the rp threads until you are approved here. You will be approved by me, so I will be able to tell if you faked it or not. If you do fake your approval, you will be in severe trouble with me.
The form for your profiles is below. Please make sure you follow it when posting your profiles. Failure to do so will lead to your profile not being approved.
[b]User Name:[/b]
[b]Student Name: [/b]
[b]Age: [/b]
[b]Years at the Institute: [/b]
[b]Reason you're at the Institute/History: [/b]
[b]Personality: [/b]
[b]Description: (Please provide a Real Life Picture.)[/b]
[b]Nationality:[/b]
[b]Likes:[/b]
[b]Dislikes:[/b]
[b]Dorm that your Character Belongs to: [/b]
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 10:25 pm
Approved
User Name: AthrunsKasemei
Student Name: Katherine Benediere
Age: 17
Years at the Institute: First Year
Reason you're at the Institute/History: Katherine wasn't always the way she was now. She used to be a loving, caring girl with a wonderful family. However, that all changed when she was twelve. Before her life changed, she was a child prodigy at the piano. Her mother and father both encouraged her, until the day of here twelfth birthday. Her mother was driving Katherine to a piano concert, rushing because they were late when they hit a car without their headlights on. Her mother died on impact, and she barely survived. Her father blamed her and her passion for music, and began beating Katherine for what had happened.
Five years passed, and she endured all of the abuse. She didn't think there was a way to escape, so she began resorting to cutting herself. She also began doing drugs to get rid of the pain. One day in Gym class, one of the cuts had opened and began bleeding, catching the attention of the teacher. When the teacher took a look, she saw all the self mutilation and immediately informed the principal, who informed her father. In a desperate attempt to save his own skin and hide the fact that he abused Katherine, he shipped her out to the Wales Institute. It was the best thing he could have ever done for her, but she still feels the pain that she felt when her mother died, and still cuts herself and does drugs, because she is addicted to the pain and the drugs. She just desperately wants someone to love her.
Personality: Kind and caring, though she immediately becomes scared if she's yelled at. She wishes she could feel the love she had from her parents again, before the accident. In the field of academics, she's fairly good. Sometimes she will use the books as a distraction from life. Sometimes though, distraction isn't enough. Sometimes this annoying little voice will appear in her head, taunting her.
Description: 
Nationality: Japanese-American
Likes: Piano, Boys, Reading,
Dislikes: Yelling, Pain, Silence.
Dorm that your Character Belongs to: Dorm for the AbusedApprovedUser Name: AthrunsKasemei
Student Name: Hibiki Tanaka
Age: 17
Years at the Institute: First
Reason you're at the Institute/History: Hibiki was born as an only child into a family without love. His parents never loved each other, either before they were married or after. It was an arranged marriage, something between their two rich families. Hibiki was born solely because they needed an heir. You would assume because his family had so much money, that they'd be happy. However, that's far from the case. Hibiki's father was always a playboy, never much caring for anything. His mother was the conservative one, and raised him as such. Life was alright for a while, until tragedy struck their family.
Hibiki's Grandfather on his mother's side had screwed something up in the business industry and lost the majority of their inheritance for the future. Hibiki's father was furious, and blamed his mother and her side of the family dragging his family down. Soon, this escalated into him beating her. One day, he took it too far and killed her by smashing her head against the wall repeatedly while he was drunk. In Hibiki's rage at seeing his mother killed, he seized one of the kitchen blades and stabbed his father in the chest repeatedly. After his father got out of the hospital, he immediately sent Hibiki to the Wales Institute of the Legitimately Disowned.
Personality: He is a kind and sweet boy to people that he cares for, but after his mother's death, he has turned to drugs and violence. When he's in a good mood, he tries to be nice to everyone. When he's not too happy, you'd be better just staying away.
Nationality: Japanese
Description: 
Likes: Ice cream, Guitar, Violin, Reading, sex, smoking.
Dislikes: Annoying people, pain, suffering, death.
Dorm that your Character Belongs to: Dorm for the Parentally Despised
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Posted: Wed Aug 13, 2008 10:35 pm
Approved  User Name :: x_nikkii-chan_x
Student Name :: Andy Natalie Lockhart
Age :: Sixteen
Years at the Institute :: One year
Reason you're at the Institute/History :: Andy used to be the perfect goodie-two-shoes. She got all A's, was in the band, and avoided every boy she could. She was her daddy's little girl, her momma's whole world. Being an only child gave her some big shoes to fill. Her parents not only encouraged but also pushed her to be successful. It was stressful; and what other way to relieve the stress than going to a sleepaway band camp? Ever since she could speak, she was the angel, the perfect child, naive in a lot of subjects. Something came that she didn't expect; a boy from her school took an advantage of her innocence, and he had sex with her. She didn't even understand anything of it; it didn't feel like sex. It lasted, like, two seconds. And she didn't know what to do. The boy took total advantage of her, and it wasn't long until Andy learned that she wasn't the perfect little straight-A girl that she had been for so long. She was pregnant.
She lasted just about three months until her baby bump was obvious. Her friends knew, of course, and half of the school knew. She started staying home from school, telling her parents that she was too sick to walk around all day. Whenever her parents asked her about the 'fat' that she was growing, she just said that she'd been eating too much and resolved it by saying that she was going to make an effort to work out more. People at school started to wonder about her. Whenever her friends came over, she asked them to bring tests so that she could make sure. She was definitely pregnant. It was way too obvious. Her parents were constantly complaining that she must be eating unhealthy or excersising wrong, and they were on patrol. She had to come out that she was pregnant sometime, because she wasn't about to get an abortion. She was too afraid to.
When she explained everything that happened to her parents, they blew up on her completely. They told her that she was too young to have a baby, to have sex. That she was irresponsible and she was a liar and she had to get an abortion before anybody knew. The whole school knew by this time. They got into a heated argument, and before she knew it, they were driving her to the teenage mothers clinic so they could take out the baby before she started growing an even bigger belly. After the abortion, her parents sent her off to the Institute for Troubled Teenagers, and they never wanted to see her again. They got rid of her as quickly and easily as they could. They were ashamed of her and pretended they never had a child, even though while she was there, she was the best thing that ever happened to them. However, now she's alone at the Institute, and nobody but she knows that she was there because her parents threw her away when she got pregnant. And even today, when she sits alone, she rubs her hand over her empty stomach and imagines what kind of life she let her parents kill.
Personality :: Andy is a naturally shy girl. She always focused on her grades and so she didn't have much of a social life. She's sweet, kind, loyal, considerate. Just too shy to make any friends. She sometimes talks to herself, pretending the baby is still there. She can't imagine the soul that they took, the daughter or son she could have had, even at fifteen, that she was forced to have taken away. She likes to sketch when she's alone and enjoys reading stories about Romance, imagining what love could be like for her. She was falling in love with the child she used to have in her belly, that was long gone from existence now. She's still very innocent, especialy when someone looks into her eyes and sees the pain that she went through when the child was taken away from her, the misfortune and hatred that her family put her through. She refuses to tell anybody why she was there and what her parents did to her.
Nationality :: Chinese
Likes ::
»Candy
»Other Sweets
»Children
»Drawing
»Reading
»Singing
Dislikes ::
»Her parents
»Any thoughts about her past
»Warm weather
»Being locked up in a room all day
»Lectures
»Speeches or having to say anything out in public
»Sex. Or anything that has to do with it. She refuses to be in the same room as somebody that talks about it.
Dorm that your Character Belongs to :: Dorm of the Parentally Despised.
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 7:22 pm
Approved User Name: K crying onguetied
Student Name: Marlene “Lena” McMahon
Age: 16
Years at the Institute: One; this is her second
Reason you're at the Institute/History: Marlene was a good kid up until she started school. She was cheery and bright, and could talk for hours at a time about nothing in particular. Her older brother Dean was her absolute idol, but he was a lot older than her. By the time she started first grade, he had started smoking weed with his other middle school friends. She, wanting to be cool like her big brother, would stick white crayons in her mouth after coloring the tip orange to look like a burning joint, and proudly tell all the other kids she and Dean smoked dope together all the time. One day the teacher overheard and, being concerned that a seven year old was actually smoking Marijuana, called home. Her parents got very angry, but not with her. Dean was grounded, and he wouldn’t talk to Lena for a very long time, but by the time she was nine it was as if nothing had happened between them. Dean had always been fond of her, even if he never liked to show it in front of his mates. When she went to a friend’s house she would beg and plead for Dean to drive her, because he was always a laugh on the road. He would drive very fast and honk and hoot and holler, and it was always very grand. The one time Dean ever drove responsively, though, was when Lena was thirteen, and Dean nineteen. Dean had never liked to drive at night, and therefore was going only slightly faster than the speed limit. Lena was talking animatedly and not really paying attention to the road like she usually did, so her reaction was delayed when a deer suddenly leapt into the road in front of them, Dean swerved to avoid hitting it, and they smashed into a tree.
It was several minutes after impact, after Lena remembered to breathe, let go of her seat belt, and realized the spider web crack in the windshield had been caused by her forehead, that she finally screamed. Dean was breathing heavily as he leaned against the steering wheel, trying to get her to quiet down, grab his phone, and call the police. She smelled gas, and knew what would happen moments before it actually did. The front bumper of the car erupted into golden flames, and slowly began to creep toward her. Someone must have seen the accident, because police and fire rescue arrived at the scene just as the floor beneath her feet began to grow hot, and Dean had been silent for several minutes. A fireman pulled her out through the window (the door was stuck) after cutting apart her seatbelt, just before the entire car burst into flame. Her ankle was severely sprained, making her unable to run to the car to save Dean. The fire had been to hot for anyone to try to get near, and therefore Lena was forced to listen to her older brother’s terrified screams of agony for nearly ten minutes before he died, as she had refused to let any of the policemen guide her to an ambulance.
For a year after her brother’s death, Lena was silent. She only spoke when spoken to, and pushed away any friends she had ever made over the years. She had gone numb. After that first year had passed, she went wild. She lost her virginity at only fourteen, had innumerable abortions before going on The Pill, and became addicted to the sleeping pills doctors had prescribed to her after Dean had died to help with her night terrors. Even though Dean had been no angel, her parents were devastated at the loss of their son, and even felt pain at losing their once bright and vivacious daughter, who had been taken over by this wild girl who didn’t even see the line between taking a risk and forgoing the rules altogether. They could no longer control her any more than they could trust her. They, after a particularly bad incident in which Lena decked her school Headmaster, breaking his nose and cheekbone in one hit, turned to what they saw as their final option. Wales.
Personality: Lena can be summed up in one word: wild. If you try to give her rules and guidelines, she will purposefully break them. It’s not because she’s hungry for attention, either; as a small child she believed that everything Dean had done was the best thing for anyone to do. He had constantly toed the line, but never crossed it. Lena, in an effort to really reach for the stars and make Dean proud of her, leaps over the line and dances on the other, much more dangerous side. She is a kind girl and everything, she just enjoys breaking rules.
Description: 
Nationality: British
Likes: Fire, smoking, sleeping, and sex.
Dislikes: Cars that can’t even reach 80 mph when you floor it, bigots, being awake for longer than four hours, and people in general.
Dorm that your Character Belongs to: Dorm for the Emotionally Stunted.((Will have a boy soon >.<))
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 9:00 pm
Approved User Name: LilyEvansDouble
Student Name: Kathryn Jean Wixom
Age: 17
Years at the Institute: 3
Reason you're at the Institute/History:
Kathryn has had an attitude problem since her father was shot and killed when she was 5. After that she became a wild child that listened to nobody. Even her mother. Her mother had tried to pull her back under control by all the usual discipline. Spankings, timeouts, groundings, and all those other normal pieces didn't help. In fact, nothing did. Kathryn spent many nights wandering alone. She became very good at self defence so she has never been afraid of being attacked. Finally, when Kathryn was 15 she was arrested for breaking state curfew. When her mother came to get her she was in for a scolding. Not wanting to listen to it Kathryn beat her mother up and ran away. As soon as she was found she was brought back to her mother, but she wouldn't see her. Instead Kathryn's mother had sent a letter to Wales asking them to take the girl. She had gotten a letter of acceptance, and had the police drop her off there instead of seeing the girl herself. Ever since Kathryn started at Wales her mother has not seen her. In fact, Kathryn has not seen anything besides the inside walls of the institute since the police dropped her off.
Personality:
Kathryn is a girl that gets what she wants by force. Since she was sent to the institute she has calmed down a lot, but she still loves to fight. She's really pretty, but you can't let her looks decieve you because then you'll be in trouble. Kathryn loves to fight, and she still listens to very few people. In fact, the only one she listens to is the Headmaster or Headmistress of the school. True this has gotten her into a lot of trouble, and she has spent a few days on dorm arrest, but she doesn't mind. All the points she loses she easily makes up because although she doesn't listen, Kathryn is very smart. She only goes by Kat by her friends. Everyone else had better call her Kathryn or else they will be looking at her fist in their face. She is also very lippy to the teachers, and not afraid to fight with them as well.
Description: (Please provide a Real Life Picture.)
Nationality:
Full Caucasion born and raised in the United States
Likes:
Kathryn likes purple and blue. She also loves history, writing, and math. She also loves the country. You can often find her in a tree trying to calm down and relax, or even just reading a book.
Dislikes:
Kathryn absolutely despises whiners. She has had a hard life too, and she doesn't whine about it. You will never see her crying.
Dorm that your Character Belongs to: Dorm for the Parentally Despised
Approved
User Name: LilyEvansDouble
Student Name: Anna Sophia Black
Age: 16
Years at the Institute: 1
Reason you're at the Institute/History: Anna has always been a very loved, very happy girl that was an oly child who loved running wild on the reservation. When she was 13 this all changed because her father took her on a deer hunt. While hunting they were ambushed by several American men. They instantly stabbed her father do death, but spared Annas life. Instead they just raped her and beat her almost to death before dumping her back onto the reservation. They said it was a lesson for crossing into the white mans territory. Since then Anna has been afraid of the white man. Expecially the men. After her fathers death her mother lost her mind and took to drinking. She also blamed Anna for not keeping her father on the reservation and while she was drunk she would beat Anna. Eventually Anna would get beaten even when her mother wasn't drunk. Because of the rape Anna wound up pregnant and she somehow had the child even with all the abuse her mother put her through. Once the child was born however Anna had to hide it from her mother, and her own feelings of regret and hate because she couldn't help but know that the childs father was the reason she was being beaten, and the child hadn't been born out of love but force. Being able to push a lot of her feelings behind Anna cared for the child and hid him from her mother for 6 long months. One night however Anna's drunk mother found the baby boy. She said that there would be no filthy half breed in her family and drowned the child in the river. Anna had tried to stop her, but her mother was too drunk to control herself at all and beat Anna as hard as the American's had almost killing her. Then she ran away not telling anyone. The medicine man of the tribe found Anna and was able to give her aid just in time to save her life. Anna's baby boy had had no such luck though, and she told about what her mother had done. Anna's mother was found and the tribe banished her keeping Anna in their care. After a few months they decided that Wales would be the best for Anna and sent her off.
Personality: Anna is a very sweet girl that does her best to make friends, but she is very timid around men of all ages, as well as all adults. She does her best to behave at all times and if she gets yelled at she will immediately burst into tears and cover her face certain that the blows will come any time thanks to her past experience with her mother. Anna also has night mares because of the American men, and the night her mother killed her baby. She is also not able to be around children because they all remind her of her own baby. The child she didn't want but had not been able to save and raise safely.
Description:
Nationality: Native American
Likes: Quiet and the reservation
Dislikes: Shouting and tears.
Dorm that your Character Belongs to: Dorm for the Abused
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 10:01 pm
Approved  User Name: D i n o - M o
Student Name: Elizabeth Michelle Gadsby
Age: Eighteen
Years at the Institute: 4
Reason you're at the Institute/History: Liz was born into a family of love, for like five seconds. It was fun. For a child to be held by her parents just seconds after being born, problem is they'll never remember it. That's what happened to poor Liz. She was being held in the arms of two parent who loved her very much. Seconds later, the nurse took her and Liz was never really spoken to by her parents since then. In that amount of time, her twin sister Gabriella was born. Taking all the love that would have been given to Liz away.
Gabriella was flawless in every single way, Liz on the other hand may have looked exactly like her sister, but for some reason her parents were the only ones who could tell who was who right off the bat. Liz had an illness. Cancer to be exact. She showed siptums of it everyday to. She would get weaker and weaker by the minute. Whenever they had a track meat, Liz would always stope running after the first minute of running, and would have to quit. LIz tried to fight it, but found no use. Her parents didn't love her, and it was all her sisters fault. If Gabriella hadn't been born, Liz wouldn't have lived the life of a shadow for what seemed like eternity.
Years went by, and Liz slowly got better. Even without the Kimotheropy her parents refused to pay for. They always said that Gabby needed something new. Whatever Gabriella wanted, Gabriella got. Liz had to fake her age just to get a job at the age of twelve. She had to buy her own clothes. Had to do everything by herself. When Gabriella got a ride to school, Liz had to walk the two miles even though they went to the same school. After a while, Liz just couldn't take it anymore. She had gone over the edge. She had come up with a plan to take whatever her parents loved at Gebriella away from her in one night.
One night, Liz had snuck into Gabby's big huge room. That had walls of trohpys, pink pony's, I-pods, Laptops. Everything wou could think of for a spoiled little girl. Liz reached into ther back pocket and slowly pulled out a pocket knife. Walking up to her sister she covered her mouth with one hand, and slowly (to make her sister wince in pain) cut her neck. Not deep enough to kill her, but deep enough to cause serious damage. In the middle of the process, Liz heard footsteps. Her parents had checked her room, the attic, to make sure she had gone to bed. And when they hadn't found her they immediatly went bizerk and searched high and low in the three story Mansion. Finally stopping in Gabriellas room. Liz was to blinded by hate to actually run and hide. So the door open and her parents noticed what she was doing.
They bursted out screaming at the top of their lungs. Scrambling to find a phone to dial 911. They grabbed the pocket knife from Liz's hand and slapped her across the face more then twenty times. Lechuring her and telling her that they had given her a shelter when no one else wanted her out of the kindness of they're heart, and that how she payed them back by doing something has horrible as this.Everything went down hill after that. She lived in the Attic never being able to get outside. Until her parents heard about the school whales, and immedietly sent her away when she turned fourteen. Shes been here ever since.
Personality: Liz is usually a nice girl. The one who would give the jacket off her back to someone else. She's outgoing, but still not much of one to talk unless spoken to first. Whenever she sees an adult she starts kicking and screaming. Running away in seconds to calm herself down, before she pulls out her pocket knife and does what she did to her sister, that she now regrets so very much.
Liz is very talkative and easy to talk to. Just stay on her good side, and you'll be fine. Get on her bad, and you'll end up with your pretty little face covered with stitches. She is very sensitve about her past, and starts crying on the spot when anyone asks how she got here.
Nationality: French && English
Likes: Guitar, Music, Drugs, Alcohol, Sex, Candy, Chocolate, Rainbows(not in the gay way....), Cell Phones, Eyeliner, Skinny Jeans, Knives(for cutting herself.), and Boys
Dislikes: Skirts, Loud Noises, Fires, Height, all Adults, Fainting, The color pink.
Dorm that your Character Belongs to: The dorm of the Parentlly Despised
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 10:54 am
Approved User Name: K crying onguetied
Student Name: Bartholomew “Bear” Ferguson
Age: 17
Years at the Institute: Two; this is his third.
Reason you're at the Institute/History: As a child, Barty (as his parents refer to him as) was very sickly. He was born two months prematurely, and it was taxing on his early years. He rarely left his house, and was home-schooled up until he was old enough to go to middle school (he forced his parents into letting him go). When he got there, everyone made fun of his name. There was no good nickname for Bartholomew besides Barty, and that was just as lame. One day halfway through the year, Barty saw one of the AV geeks, Tom, getting beaten up. Barty tried to defend him, but he was too shrimpy to do anything but cower. And, as he had officially sided with a nerd, he was the school’s new primary target. The only bright side was that Tom became his friend. Barty spent the rest of his middle school career eating lunch in the bathroom, because he was too scared to enter the cafeteria.
When he was fourteen, Barty fell in love. He was eating lunch (in a little alcove under the stairs) when the prettiest girl ever walked by, holding her own lunch tray and looking dejected. She was obviously about to go under the stairs as well until she saw Barty. Instead, she dropped her tray and stalked off. From that moment forward, Barty was obsessed. He started following her to her classes, even if they were out of his way; he would always invite her to sit with him under the stairs when she came by to check if he’d left, but every time she would throw her food away and go outside. So one day, after she’d gone out to the school’s courtyard, he followed her. At first she tried to run away, but he grabbed her arm and held her back until she gave up. They skived off the rest of the school day and sat talking until nightfall. Or at least Barty talked to her. She didn’t seem to talk to anyone much besides a few noncommittal grunts here and there. Barty forgot all about Tom—who was starting to get creepy with his video game obsessions—as he was too involved in his newfound relationship. Everything happened very quickly after that.
Like any other day at school, Barty and his girl were sitting together under the stairs at lunch, much more interested in touching each other than the food in front of them, when they heard the first shots. Suddenly people were screaming all around them, some of them falling after more shots rang out. Barty and his girl clung to one another in fear and sank as far back in the alcove as they could, trying to remain inconspicuous. At one point the shooter had stopped directly in front of their alcove with his back facing them. Barty held his breath, while his girl kept whispering the word “Bear,” into his ear. To this day he isn’t sure if she was relating the shooter to a Bear (he did look awfully huge with all of his military-style padding), or if she was simply too scared to say his full name. Either way, it caught the attention of the shooter. Once he turned fully and faced them, Barty recognized Tom’s sallow face, twisted with agony and rage. Barty’s girl continued whimpering the word “Bear,” as Tom aimed a shotgun in her face and screamed for her to shut up. Barty tried to reason with him, that his girl didn’t know what she was saying, but Tom wouldn’t listen. He blew her head off with a single shot, the force of his girl flying back sending Barty’s head to crash into the stairs he was hiding under. Tom, in his rage, appeared to take pity on him, and simply beat him with the butt of the gun until he was unconscious.
When Barty woke up in the hospital nearly a week later, he refused to believe that his girl was dead. The doctor and his parents tried to convince him that Tom had, indeed, shot her before shooting himself, but Barty couldn’t register it. He spent months in denial until he could deny it no longer. His girl would never come back, and the last word from her mouth had been “Bear.” In an honor of her memory, he demanded that everyone call him Bear, and after he left the hospital and physical therapy, he began weight-training to distract him from his grief. He grew stronger than any of the popular kids that used to beat him up and, as another act of memoriam to his girl, beat them all beyond recognition. His parents grew to fear him, and sent him to Wales to try and keep him from hurting anyone else.
Personality: Bear is silent most of the time, and he is constantly able to find something in his day-to-day life to relate to his lost girl. All he could ever hope for is to either find someone to fill that void, or simply die and be reunited with his first love.
Description:
Nationality: Irish
Likes: Nature, girls, and reading (only the books his girl used to read, though).
Dislikes: Loud noises, guns, and knives.
Dorm that your Character Belongs to: Dorm for those that Everyone Despises
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 7:56 pm
Approved User Name: Golden_Ducttape
Student Name: Danielle Elizabeth Taylor
Age: 17
Years at the Institute: 5
Reason you're at the Institute/History: You know that reality sucks when you feel as though those fairy tales your parents read to you when you were little started popping up a few years later. That's pretty much what it's like when your worst nightmare happens upon your lovely family, splitting into pieces before your very eyes. It hurts, it tears your mind in millions of pieces, trying to fit back together and screwing it all up. My life was just about perfect, well as perfect as any one's life could get. Great friends, loving, caring, supportive family, it was great. Then that stupid woman had to come and screw everything else up. I wanted to strangle her, wrap my hands around her neck and squeeze until she stopped breathing or her head fell off. She broke up my family, I was an only child. My parents got a divorce and there was a violent custody battle, hell, I was seven. My father and his mistress used the law to say that my mother was unfit and they got full custody of me, my mother doesn't even get to visit.
I remember my first arrest was when I was twelve. I assaulted my step-mother, they were married by then and she had thoroughly corrupted my father, with a set of cuticle scissors. He wasn't able to look at me after that, but he wasn't able to look at her after that. I know, from his suicide letter, that he was wondering where he had gone wrong, was it keeping me, or marrying that witch to begin with, I knew which answer was the truth and so did she. That was only a few days after my initial arrest, and then I was sentenced to the State hospital/School down in San Antonio, Texas, I was only there for a week before they sent me to this little piece of hell. They thought I was insane in the way that I handle my issues with my step-mother. I've been trapped in this hell hole for five years while my step-mother got every bit of my inheritance and married a man who was as cruel as she was, not to mention rich. He inherited from his father a few years before. When I got out, I went straight back to them. By that time my real mother was dead, she killed herself after having a baby girl while she was going through postpartum depression. He was a cop and he collared me every arrest after that, always for the same thing, ditching school and causing a riot. I got into fights a lot. After a while, I just got so sick of life with them, but I never got up the courage to run away, then they sent me back less then a week later for another attack on my family, this time my stepfather.
Personality: Look, I'm not going to say that I'm sane, because it's clear that I'm not. It's clear that I'm a masochist because I enjoy the pain that is inflicted upon me in a good fight, isn't that a sign enough that I'm crazy. In all honesty, I didn't just enjoy injuring my step-mother, it made me happy, happier then I had been in the five years that she had kept my under her careful eye. Pain is fun, it keeps me focused, keeps me calm, but I'm not stupid. I will treat a cut, I get help for broken bones, I don't want to die, not from something that I would be able to stop. I'm not depressed, I don't want to die, I'm just insane with some strange addiction to the pain that comes from fighting.
Description: (Please provide a Real Life Picture.)
Nationality: Caucasian
Likes: Not many
Dislikes: So many more
Dorm that your Character Belongs to: Dorm for The Parentally Despised
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2008 7:56 pm
Approved User Name:Mizu-no-Hime
Student Name: Leilani Kobiashi
Age: 17
Years at the Institute: first
Reason you're at the Institute/History: Leilani was born to a mother of Hawaiian descent and a father of Japanese descent.Her father was a rich business owner that had "connections".Leilani grew up in Japan, but learned the culture on Hawaiians.This soon stopped though before Leilani turned five so that she wouldn't get mixed up with Hawaiian and Japanese culture.Leilani was always out casted in her schools and neighborhood.No other children played with her because from what she was told, everyone thought she was a demon since she was so tanned so she blamed her mom.She hassled her mother so much that by the time she was eight her mother commited suicide.What she didn't know was that it wasn't all her fault.Her mother committed suicide because of Leilani's father.He beat and raped her constantly when Leilani was at school or at some lesson.Her mother couldn't take it anymore so she killed herself.Her father only smiled crudely at his daughter from then on.He thought that one day she would grow up and take over the "family business" with how easy she took her mothers death.From then on she was home schooled.Leilani was only 14 when she had her first boyfriend and he was 23 and worked for her father.From there it was a downward spiral for her.She began to smoke and do drugs.But it was only a matter of time until she had sex.With Leilani being so young she was absolutely thrilled with it and had the best time of her life, and soon she was addicted.She would have the urge left and right, her boyfriend only obliging, until one day.Her father got news that his daughter that was only 15 was having sex like no ones buisness.This is when he smiled with a twisted smile.Later that day her boyfriend came home drunk...with her father.That night Leilani was rapped by her own father and as she laid in the bed, sprawled and her dad walked out she just stared at the ceiling.Her boyfriend had been too drunk that night and had passed out in the living room when her father went into their room and had his way.After that she wouldn't even look at any of the guys her father worked with, let alone look at him.Actually she barely looked at anyone at all.She wasn't so bubbly anymore.She became really quiet and if someone did a simply thing like lay one finger on her she'd flinch and pull away.She had nightmares all the time about her father.
Two years later at dinner she tried to throw her knife at him out of frustration, and other failed attempts at hurting him, he hit her and held onto her hair, Leilani down on her knees.He spat on her and threw her to the side..He saw that she was just like her mother.She would never understand the true ways and the "Family buisness".Leilani learned that night the truth about why she was out casted and the truth about the business.Her father sent her here without a second thought.
Personality: Leilani is quiet and keeps to herself most of the time.She's not really one to talk unless spoken to.When you actually get her trust she'll be more open.She loves music and everything about it.It's one of the things that she knows can't really hurt her.Leilani's not all timid and shy.No she's actually far from it at times.If you challenge her she will come out full on.That is her Hawaiian side supposedly, her fighting side because as small as she may look.Her voice is loud and her punches hard and fast.
Description:
Nationality:Hawaiian, Japanese.
Likes:
-boys
-sex
-music
-nature
-romance
-rainfall
Dislikes:
-spiders
-annoying people
-"Family Business"
-fathers
-mint
Dorm that your Character Belongs to: Dorm for the Abused ____________________________________________________ Approved User Name:Mizu-no-Hime
Student Name: Damian Reeves
Age: 17
Years at the Institute: first
Reason you're at the Institute/History: Damian was born to a single mother.His father left her just a few months before she gave birth to him.As a child he grew up normal.Nothing wrong, always happy and loving.Even though his mother had to work three jobs to maintain a life for them both she knew her son was the biggest reward she would ever want.When Damian turned 15 he got his first girlfriend.I know late for a boy that flirted as much as he did.But his girlfriend didn't last that long.Actually none of them did.He got piercings in his lip when he was officially de-virginized.He thought it was very "becoming".His mother hatted it though.She told him it made him look like a pervert.He still kept them in though and his rating with the ladies sky rocketed.Soon he was dating like crazy.His mother didn't approve but he knew when to stop before it really got her mad.Over the years he still loved her more than anyone.One day when he was out with a girl and came back late there was no "Where were you!" or "Do you know how worried I've been!" when he walked in through the front door.This scared him a little.No matter how many times he went out his mother always wanted to know where he was.He ran up the stairs and came to his mothers room, cracking it open slightly to see a man.A man that looked like an older him standing over a body with a knife that was dripping liquid.It was night so he couldn't see what it was but Damian knew.He ran at the guy, anger in his eyes.For some reason he knew this man was his father, he just didn't care.Running he grabbed his fathers wrist and twisted it, shoving the knife straight into his gut.Damian watched as his father fell to the ground with a shocked look that turned to one of satisfaction.Damian stayed with his mothers body until the ambulance came and took her away.He was sent to a foster home but because he was so quiet and started to take drugs to relieve the pain they thought it was best to send him to Wales.
Personality: Damian's changed from real flirt to...well almost none at all.He's actually quite quiet and laid back now.He isn't one to start conversations.The only rare time you'll see him talk first is if he's flirting which I repeat.Very rare.It's a habit of his but after his mother died, it only comes out occasionally.Damian is also a musician.He plays the guitar , it was his mothers.He is self taught to he's not too good at it but Damian is Damian and therefore he is who he is, quiet semi-flirtatious boy and all.
Description:
Nationality:Australian
Likes:
-girls
-anything to do with a girls body
-sex
-his mother
-guitars
-drugs
Dislikes:
-knifes
-his father
-dark chocolate
-dieing
-killing
Dorm that your Character Belongs to: Dorm for the Emotionally Stunted.
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Posted: Sun Aug 17, 2008 9:24 pm
Approved User Name: Eternal Night 27
Student Name: Cally "Ozzy" Osbourne
Age: 17
Years at the Institute: 5, going on 6
Reason you're at the Institute/History: I was once a very enjoyable, colorful person. But then everything went south. My mom left, leaving just me and my dad. My dad didn't understand why my mom left, but I did. He beat her. He beat her often. She had gotten away before he killed her. But she forgot something important. Me. I was stuck in a rut. No way out. And now I got beat, all the time. If I cried, I'd get beat more and more, until I passed out. I'd hide away, go to friend's houses, if I could. Or I'd hide out with James, my "boyfriend". He was the only one who really cared about me. But he had to leave with his parents. So I slipped into depression and took all the abuse with no expression on my face at all. Then, I got taken to the institute because my friends reported my dad to the school because of the bruises.
Personality: Quite self-secluding. I only open up to certain people. And there's no way in hell that I'd let people get to me. If someone bothers me, I'll kick their butt or I'll calmly walk away. It all depends on who the person is. I can be nervous, jerky, and sometimes a bit twitchy, but usually, I'm very calm and very understanding, but nobody has ever taken the time to realize that about me.
Description:
Nationality: British.
Likes:
--Books
--Movies
--Music
--Being alone
--My few friends.
Dislikes:
--My father
--My mother
--Stupid people
--The list goes on and on.
Dorm that your Character Belongs to: Dorm for the Abused
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carry on wayward daughter
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Posted: Mon Aug 18, 2008 4:56 pm
Approved User Name: Ignoramus Pie
Student Name: Jasper Rossi
Age: 16
Years at the Institute: Less than one.
Reason you're at the Institute/History: When Jasper first started high school, he wasn’t popular. He was a nerd, and the school didn’t take to him. He had a best friend, Joshua, who was just as unpopular as him, so things seemed to go fine for awhile.
Then, rumors started to spread – due to some giggling snobbish girls – that he and Joshua were gay. The other kids didn’t understand that the reason they spent so much time together was not due to male-on-male romance, but because they had no one else to spend time with.
Jasper became nuts with the accusations, and tried to redeem his reputation. He uncharacteristically started to care what others thought about him, so when he saw the flyer that the more popular guys put up advertising a new club, it was exactly what he wanted.
Things turned sour when the club leaders saw that Jasper wanted to join, and they immediately turned him down, unless he complied with a certain stipulation: an initiation ritual that no one else had to go through to get in.
Cruelty ran thick through the club leaders, except in one – the club’s only female member. She took pity on Jasper and took on the responsibility of selecting his initiation task. She, too, had heard the homosexuality rumors, so she took it upon herself to make the task something that might validate Jasper’s claims of being hetero.
The female club leader got together with one of the club member’s girlfriends, and that girlfriend agreed to participate in a task that would make Jasper uncomfortable, but earn his place in the club… at the same time, deflating a bit of the girl’s boyfriend’s overlarge ego.
Needless to say, the task itself wasn’t very appropriate – Jasper was required to sign the girl’s chest in a very revealing place and prove it to the male club members – and when the girl’s boyfriend found out, he was furious. Not only did he take his anger out on Jasper, but he eventually stalked down Joshua and smashed his head with a rock.
Joshua lived, but with severe mental retardation.
Jasper’s parents feared for Jasper’s emotional well-being and sent him off to Wales. He’s been there for three months.
Personality: Reserved, mellow, charming. He feels responsible for Joshua’s mental state, and constantly tortures and berates himself for it.
Description: 
Nationality: Italian-American
Likes: Ice Cream, Classic Rock, The Moon, Plaid, & Action Movies.
Dislikes: Himself, Crowd-Followers, Coleslaw, & The Color Yellow
Dorm that your Character Belongs to: Dorm for the Emotionally Stunted
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