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 Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 12:51 am
【ⓐccepted ⓟrofiles】 ⥤ Once you've got my approval please post your profiles HERE! ⇒ Please no page stretch. ⇒ Profiles only
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 5:07 pm
The Birth Certificate Patient's Full Name: Lucia Everly Therese Grey Patient's Age: Seventeen Patient's Family: A mother, father, and sister. Date Admissioned: August 12th Patient Has Stayed For: 472 Days. Past the paper trail . . . These are the things I like, but here I don't have anything like that here . . . • Darkness • Flowers, particularly carnations or roses • Animals • Soft things • Silence Unfortunately for me, these things are here and to be honest I HATE them . . . • Overly loud noises, mainly yelling or high pitched sounds • The 'Doctors' • Disrespect, ill-manners, and insults being made towards myself or my friends • Too much drama • The purple serums injected into us From birth I was always like this: I'm shy, but I can be outspoken when needed. Be it sticking up for myself or others -- but that really only happens when I'm mad enough. At least, most of the time. I'm not that much of a talker, and can be socially awkward when first meeting someone. And overall, I try to keep my mouth shut around the 'doctors.' If needed I would attempt to help lead, but I can be indecisive, so it's far from my strongest point. I try to keep the scar on my side hidden at all times as well. I don't want to be asked about it, and I don't want it to be known about. After all, even I can't remember where it came from. I would just be pestered about it. This is my life story before I became 'insane': I never was in a particularly wealthy family. In fact, we were rather.. Lower class. However, we were able to get by. In fact, everything was fine for us. Apart from school for me, of course. I was always a target and victim of insults and bullies and such. I did stick up for myself and my friends a lot though, despite my rather shy habits. One day, people came to her house. None of us recognized them, but they grabbed my arm, stating that I had these strange things wrong with my mind. But there wasn't anything wrong, and we all knew that. But for some reason, my parents trusted them, allowing the people to take me away to some island where others were. That was 472 days ago. I soon became aware that, no. I didn't have anything wrong with me, and neither did the others. But they insisted we did, and if we made the slightest attempt in getting away, or don't follow their orders, we end up getting, well, tortured, essentially. We had to plot to get out of here alive. But all the stress on me now, the worry, the fear of the serums; I've been getting terribly bad mood swings, and sometimes it almost seems like I even have a split personality because of it. But who really knows, anymore? This is my mugshot: image-  My label: ☯ The One: Black 1c3
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 3:50 pm
The Birth Certificate Patient's Full Name: Evilyn Isabel Black (though she prefers the name Ivy) Patient's Age: Fifteen Patient's Family: Mother, Father, Younger sister Date Admissioned: October 1st Patient Has Stayed For: Twenty-nine days (almost a whole month can you believe it?) Past the paper trail . . .These are the things I like, but here I don't have anything like that here . . .•Plants of course! •The smell of grass •Cloud watching •Doodling Unfortunately for me, these things are here and to be honest I HATE them . . .•The asylum workers •Blood •A crowd •The Dark From birth I was always like this:Evilyn is rather quiet preferring mostly to say nothing at all and usually avoids conflicts with others. A trait that has grown rapidly from extensive amount of time spent at the facility. Evilyn doesn't know who she can trust there thus making her quite twitchy around the other patients and doctors alike. At least the doctors she knows for sure are insane. Evilyn has a flight rather then fight approach to things and an sometimes be found hiding in odd or cramped places if she sees any sort of staff member. She is almost physically distressed at the presence of too many others, being crowded around or being touched by a stranger due to her present ability to not trust others. Not much is able to calm her down in this situation. A plant of any kind is the way to win this young girls heart, start a conversation about plants and you may be able to get her to talk to you.She holds several scars all over her body from being "punished", one noticeable one is whip thin and across her neck to her shoulder bone. This is my life story before I became 'insane': Love of plants seemed to stem from when she was in kindergarten and her class got to grow bean plants. Fascinated by how a beautiful plant could stem from almost nothing the young girl appealed to be more into the project then the other kids. Someone like her would be referred to as someone with a green thumb as she was exceptional at pleasing the plant. Her parents even went as far as to build her a window box to create her own garden with which was of course, promptly filled with flowers. Probably more then it could hold, but still they managed to thrive Evilyn going as far as to cry when they died and attempt to nurse the poor things back to health. This wasn't what made her parents think her insane of course, they assumed it a childlike fascination. A junior in high shool Evilyn was able to join many clubs, mostly based around her love for plants.Of course having been a quiet girl like she was Evilyn didn't have man friends and while comfortable with this she made a prime target for bullying. It was around this time when Evilyn had stayed after school tending to some plants when some of her fellow classmates decided it would be fun to torment her. Two of the boys held her down while the others proceeded to destroy or uproot most of the plants while she watched on in horror. They taunted her saying she had to be a psycho and a loner, always with plants. They pushed further trying to get her to eat some of the dirt if she liked it so much. It was this moment that Evilyn managed to smack one of the boys holding her with a stake in an attempt to stop them. The final straw for her parents was when they asked her to babysit her now three year old sister. Wanting to share her love of plants with the smaller girl she took her outside showing her the steps for tending to the plants. Holding her hand she helped her toddle around the garden, it was while she was filling a watering can that her sister managed to get a hold of a particularly sharp garden trowel. Before she knew it her sister was balling and had a good sized scratch on her face. Leaning down beside her and taking the trowel away Evilyn attempted to calm her sister, at this exact moment was when her parents decided to come home. Normally her parents would have demanded to know what was going on but thanks to her previous violent act they immediately blamed her. They quickly noticed something Evilyn had not; her garden had been trod on by a pair of tiny feet. It was bemuse of this her parents decided to seek help for Evilyn believing she had attempted to hurt her sister because she harmed the flowers. Since her school mates had denied harassing her many times over it was believed this was the case before. A woman from the facility managed to convince her parents she had some sort of psychological trauma. Since she was kept to herself she initially believed that the plants were her friends, causing her to lash out if someone tried to "harm" them. While Evilyn denied it entirely the woman convinced them further that she just couldn't help it. Thus her parents send her away to that God awful place for treatment. Over and over Evilyn tried to convince them and herself that it was an accident and that she had merely been defending herself. Plants were just something she loved.. She wasn't obsessed with them.. Of course in the facility there wouldn't be plants of any kind, no way to get outside, not even fresh air that didn't come through windows. This was all for security reasons and an attempt to get her to socialize, there was no way of knowing that things would get even worse. This is my mugshot: My label:✿ The One:yukiroseful
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Posted: Sun Feb 26, 2012 5:26 pm
Doctorate Certificate/Degree I am Doctor: Merilyn Sarcophius Aged: Thirty Two Doctor for: Fifteen Years, Four Months and five days Beyond the facade . . . I love these things and can get them whenever I want! • Purple Serum • Playtime with the patients • Control • Green Tea- chilled perfectly I absolutely hate this, if you showed me this I would murder you! • Rebellion • Stubbornness • Reality • The color green I act like this here: personality Being quite the insane doctor that she is Merilyn does not think she is crazy, but rather the patients are messing with her mind. Although being one to love green tea she enjoys taking the patients around the facility and testing their abilities. Not one to make sense when she speaks to her patients she is the most vocal to them while the other 3 doctors are hidden away in their locked offices. My life story before I became a doctor at Psychopaths Anonymous: Merilyn is your average psycho who happened to become a world known doctor before mysteriously disappearing into Psychopaths Anonymous expansive island. She is the most vocal of the three doctors inhabiting the island. My mugshot:The One: Wuppa Wuppa Medical Degree: (please use link
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2012 2:16 pm
The Birth Certificate Patient's Full Name: Veronica Lea Owen Patient's Age: 24 Patient's Family: Two older sisters, Father Date Admissioned: Nearly a year ago Patient Has Stayed For: 258 Days Past the paper trail . . . These are the things I like, but here I don't have anything like that here . . . • Darkness • Music • Card Games • Peaceful Slumber • The sound of rain • Writing Unfortunately for me, these things are here and to be honest I HATE them . . . • Doctors • Solitude • Family • Heat From birth I was always like this: I was always a kind person. Never the type of person who would start a fight. I was also never one to hold grudges either. I mean, people make mistakes right? As I grew I became insecure about how people thought of me because of abuse I had to endue for my father's sake. I'm also a bit tomboyish as well. Most times I'd choose t-shirts, over anything other girls would normally wear. I can be quite creative too. I've enjoy to write down my thoughts into interesting stories. But I'm a little nervous of the thought of making a book. So I usually just keep these stories to myself. One thing that scared me the most when I was growing up were hospitals.I don't know why for some reason doctors really scared me. This is my life story before I became 'insane': I lived in a small town my whole life. It was me, dad, and my sisters. It was very peaceful back then. At least until dad got remarried. Even after they were married dad never had the heart to take down pictures of mom. I guess his new wife didn't like it, and took it out on me for looking like my mom. But then one time she was about to kill me in a drunken state. For so long I had to life with her abuse for dad's sake. But I couldn't allow her to kill me for something stupid. Without a second though I grabbed my wooden practice sword and began beating her many times until she collapsed.... before she'd have the chance to stab me... It wasn't long until I realized she was dead. I don't remember exactly how I got here. Though I was proclaimed as innocent I was still put her. Perhaps because of the abuse. But the abuse here seems much worse than what she did.... I hung onto my deck of cards. I don't play with them anymore. They are more of a security blanket. I have a hard time talking with people now that I'm here. I'd rather sleep.... This is my mugshot:  My label: ♧ The One: Otakon BK
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2012 6:04 pm
The Birth Certificate Patient's Full Name: Jonathan Hopkins Patient's Age: Twenty Seven Patient's Family: A deceased mother, father and son. Date Admissioned: December 5, 2005 Patient Has Stayed For: Six years, six months and nine days. Past the paper trail . . . These are the things I like, but here I don't have anything like that here . . . • Newspapers • Media • Friends • A pen and paper Unfortunately for me, these things are here and to be honest I HATE them . . . • Strange surroundings • Strange people • Isolation • Fear From birth I was always like this: A striving reporter must always ask questions. Whether it's out on the field, in a public place, or heck trailing after a celebrity Jonathan was never really the stand alone and take it person. He loved to question, and even more he loved to lead. He was a born leader, always at the head of the pack, always helping the ones under him the best he could. Although harsh, strict and a bit intimidating Jonathan is a kind person, just does what he has to. This is my life story before I became 'insane': I was daring, bold, enthusiastic and ready for the future. I had everything to life that there was to it. After my son was diagnosed with a crippling disorder that would eventually lead to leukemia I became insane. I lost sight of what I held true and stayed at the News station far longer than I ever intended. My son died three months later. Wrought with hatred and terror I threw my life away as a reporter, staying away from home weeks at intervals until I became hungry. My wife hated me for what happened and I never really knew what could have caused this. Thus I was sent to Psychopaths Anonymous, some sort of organization with probably most likely is holding some kind of deadly secret behind its short and sweet facade. Do you want to know what plucked the last hair? His report on Cancer. Cancer was all it was. After his first son died, and after he regained sanity and came home to his wife they decided to make another baby! They named him Gabriel, and it seemed life was taking a much brighter path than ever before. When he saw his child playing with the others in the sandlot, his mind beckoned a horrid memory of an untimely funeral of a boy just five years old. It was like an epiphany as Jonathan rushed to the station and began rapidly typing out his story and sending it out the next day, no one had ever approved it. The headlines are what caused the sudden uprising and questioning. Who was Jonathon Smitch? And why did he write such an...aggressive and detailed story? The hatred of a father who lost his son. This is my mugshot: My label: ✣ The One: Wuppa Wuppa
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Posted: Mon May 14, 2012 7:27 pm
The Birth Certificate Patient's Full Name: Steven Harley Cooper Patient's Age: 21Patient's Family: Mother (Audrey Marie Cooper);
Father (Henry James Cooper - deceased);
Spouse (Jennifer Anne Cooper - deceased)Date Admissioned: November 13thPatient Has Stayed For: three days Past the paper trail . . . These are the things I like, but here I don't have anything like that here . . . • Pennies • Knives • Small delicate mirrors • Children's toys Unfortunately for me, these things are here and to be honest I HATE them . . . • Needles • Doctors • Restraints • Other people From birth I was always like this: I am generally anti-social, actually insane, and fairly childish; or at least part
of me is. The other part of me is well-rounded, and generally a good person. I
can be playful, sarcastic and out-going most of the time, though I don't really
talk about my past in any straight-forward way.This is my life story before I became 'insane': I grew up in the city, and when I was little I used to love the carnival. All the
lights and sounds of life around me struck me with complete awe, but the
circus didn't come every day. Every day I had to bear with my drunken father
and his horrible ranting. I withdrew into myself when he locked me in the
closet without supper and made a friend with... well, myself. His name is
Stephen, same sound, just different spelling. Stephen was a better son, and
I stayed inside while he was the good son. He never made father angry.
We grew up, and Stephen got a wife, but I was tired of hiding inside. Stephen
had became a grown-up, but I just wanted to see the circus and those pretty
lights again. I was still a child, and Stephen still talked to me, but he paid
more attention to Jennifer. It wasn't fair.
She screamed at first, when I came out to play, but I put pennies over her
eyes, and everything went away. All the crimson from her side stopped
eventually, as did her screams.
We went to the carnival that night. It had been closed for years, but it was
still nice. They came looking for us, and I think my father died from the
shock, or if not, from the amount he drank the night I was caught. I felt
wonderful. Everything felt so much better on the outside.
But now I'm on the inside again. In this place; in this horrible place.This is my mugshot:  My label: ✚ The One: Whitewingtip
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2012 7:54 pm
The Birth Certificate Patient's Full Name: Cael Remissae Patient's Age: 16 Patient's Family: Mother, stepfather, stepbrother, half brother. Date Admissioned:A sweltering August 5th. Patient Has Stayed For: a couple of months, nearly three... Past the paper trail . . . These are the things I like, but here I don't have anything like that here . . . • Music...It's too quiet here, even with the shrieks... • Paper...I need to draw...and read... • Friends. But, I suppose the thoughts in my head suffice... • Solitude. I'm paranoid now, and I can't shake the feeling that they're always watching. Because they are. Unfortunately for me, these things are here and to be honest I HATE them . . . • Needles --- Trypanophobia • Small spaces --- Claustrophobia • The scientists. • Pain --- Agliophobia From birth I was always like this: Cael is introverted, easily worn out and weary when she's around a large group of people, or forced to be outgoing. Unfortunately, being 'outgoing' is redundant in a place like this. She's got a fear of needles that causes her to be much more reactive to pain, and an overreactive imagination that makes her worry over everything. Due to her ADHD, she's a chronic nail-biter. She's afraid of the doctors and has occassional panic attacks which in that case restraining her is the only way to inject the girl. However, around other patients she has a clearer head and a good grip on reality. It's odd because she's positive and clarvoyant around other test subjects, but goes erratic once she's taken ahold of for testing and injections. This is my life story before I became 'insane': She had an imaginary friend when she was littler, 'Angelique.' She would dress up as her and talk in a different way, amongst other things. She mostly outgrew this like most children, and carried on living with her middle-class happy family. Her mother married a man with a son younger than Cael, becoming her pesky stepbrother. Just another to add to the group as she had an even younger half brother that she liked to see as well. She went to school like every normal child, and things seemed fine. However, during the years of middle school and her first two years of highschool, She developed a plethorah of issues. These being Attention Deficit Hyperactive disorder, panic attacks, as well as becoming claustrophobic and having Trypanophobia and having anxiety. When a letter came in the mail stating to be able to help her with these, her parents jumped at the idea even if Cael was faring fine with the issues. She was shipped off. They only wanted the best, most comofrtably normal life for their preciously peculiar daughter. They didn't know the doctors were maniacs. This is my mugshot: Here.My label: ❖ /☯ The One: Luna_Lonewolf
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minus infinity Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jun 26, 2013 7:57 pm
Hello, are you interested in restarting this roleplay once the guild is cleaned up? Just curious over here. There are some characters that belong to people who are no longer a part of this guild, and that's actually up to you what you want to do about that. :3
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