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 Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 5:04 pm
No Trust for the Condemned
This is just for me to post profiles of the characters.
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 5:09 pm
[D]emunas
[C]aidya  Last time I checked I was aMaleI really just want to be calledDemunas,but Vedie calls him DemuI can't remember much, but I think I'm25Here they call me theWardenThis place has molded and changed me...Demunas loves being in control of something or someone. Call it a bit of an issue. He’s one to take over in a snap if he doesn’t like the way that something is being done, even if that means snatching the power out from under someone else. He’s cunning, intelligent, skilled, a bit spoiled, and someone who will never tolerate a mistake. Human error is not in his dictionary, and he seeks to correct those brought to Lymorthia, or simply keep them away from the general population altogether. People like that should not mix. He’s quite persuasive, a very good liar, and can seem two-faced. His authority is not something to be questioned, that’s why he’s in charge after all, but not without reason.
He’s highly knowledgeable in the field of ‘special people’, and won’t admit that he’s quite fascinated by how different they see and experience things from what he gauges as ‘normal’.A work-a-holic, tempered type A personality. He has patience only when dealing with a patient for a certain amount of time. Outside of that, he can get a little snappy and easily irritated by people’s stupidity. The only people that probably get away with malfunctioning as normal humans, are the patients. As far as he’s concerned, no one else that he hires should have issues like that. He’s the one who came up with some of the twisted experiments that go on in the basement as punishments, which just goes to show how much control he wants and how he deals with those people already out of line that decide to push the limits by going further.Why I'm here in this hell hole.He’s been a person that valued the status quo since he was a child, not even family was treated any different. That could be seen when Vedie, his twin, started telling Demunas of the things that he claimed he saw. He wasn’t sure how to respond when it first happened, thinking it was just a spur of the moment thing, but it wasn’t. He actually became fascinated with his brother’s condition, and with other psychological conditions. He started speaking with his Uncle who was the Warden at that time into teaching him more about people like this, having been able to talk his parents into it. He had a craving for knowledge, and to keep people like his twin, out of the social loop with ‘normal people’. Needless to say, he’s soaked up knowledge and information like a freekin sponge, and doesn’t let go. His Uncle knew his days were numbered as he was already getting on into his 50's and having a history of bad health. So why not raise the next Warden? Demunas already fit the bill of 'aspiring sadistic leader' by the time he hit 17. While he could say that the boy was just a bit off in the head, it was just enough to be perfect. Demunas' tastes helped too.
While he started off as a guard, he didn't say there long. Within a few short years, he’s pulled the seat of power out from under various people, shoving people aside on his way up. He’s always been able to do things better and faster than the other doctors and guards. He’s always been able to come up with solutions on how to curve a patients behavior and some rather imaginative ways to study said behavior. He’s one of the very that’s been able to get a grip on a situation just by being there - taught like his Uncle wanted him to be. Of course, it’s also fairly known, at least among the patients, that he can be very harsh when he wants to be, going so far as to purposely p***k on sensitive subjects. Most aren’t sure how he remembers each one of them individually and so clearly, but he does. He’s met with just about every patient, he’s studied all of them, knows almost everything about them that he could find out. Any doctor that had an issue with a patient would call him, even if they were reluctant to. If anything, its very much his issue with wanting control. With control, one needs information, and with that information, one can gain more control and more power. Of course, he doesn’t give any thought to the fact he might need to be one of the patients instead of the one in charge. His Uncle passed away only a few months ago, and while some of the guards have tried to take his position, he's shown that his position is not to be taken lightly and those guards have yet to leave the building.
His perception and responsiveness to others is keen, should be, as he’s the one that was able to ID each and every of one of his patient's personalities, going so far as to even be able to correctly switch names when the other’s behavior changed. This is also useful when dealing with his own brother, whom he sees on a routine occurrence when the other has his meetings with his psychologist. He’s currently still attending school, grad school in fact, to continue to work as he does. Hair colour Demunas has white hair, family thing with graying/whitening hair at an early age. It’s fairly straight and he works to always keep it looking as kept as possible, though his hair does seem to have a mind of it’s own sometimes.Eye colourAmber colored eyes, and according to some, he looks kinda creepy, like he should be one of the crazies, not simply working at the place.I stand this tall from the ground5'11"I say I’m pretty skinny, don’t you think?170 lbs. Pale like his twin but has a bit more musculature than Vedie. Still able to put away just as much food as the other. Definitely still strong enough to put someone in their place if he has too.The only one that understands me isHe trusts no one. Although on some very small curious level of personal hell, he trusts his twin. He's currently researching why this initial trust is there because he feels that it shouldn't be.LikesControl.
Order.
People who stay in line and know their place.
White.
Knowledge. DislikesNot knowing stuff.
Being told what to do.
Chaos.
A lot of people (mainly lot of the other doctors and guards).
Boring things. Something I haven’t said yetHe’s a formal dresser, preferring suits and uniforms that denote power versus casual wear, though he will wear casual items when he feels that he needs to blend in better to do more personal snooping outside of the asylum. He does have an earring, gotten when he was younger, and still occasionally wears the onyx stone; he also has two lip piercings that he wears outside of work. He has a nervous habit that entails chewing or licking on them every few seconds when he has them in- he can at least refrain from doing it in public. The song(s) my tortured soul singsThe only Warden I listen to isHelaku Hai
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 5:10 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 5:15 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 5:17 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 5:19 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 5:20 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 5:21 pm
ophia[N]ell [K]aldak  Last time I checked I was aFemaleI really just want to be calledNellI can't remember much, but I think I'mSeventeen years of ageHere they call me theInnocentThis place has molded and changed me...I’m mainly scared of this place. I’m not supposed to be here, this isn’t me. The floors, walls, so dirty! I’m a serious OCD’d person. Dirt, some animals, crookedness. Irritate me. Other then my OCD-ness, Im also very paranoid. My own shadow can scare me. And when I’m not being any of those things, I can bounce off every corner of the universe. I’m hyper and outgoing. 95% curious. But, when I’m unsure about something’s, or want to get out of something I’ll pretend I see something, or could hear someone coming. I’ve found that it really helps to get away some of the creepizoids in this place. Why I'm here in this hell hole.How I ended up in Lymorthia? Oh geez, I’d better start from the beginning.
When I was young I was always straightening things out. Books, dishes, paper, backpacks, pencils, bookshelves, etc. Or I was just always cleaning things. I’d clean off dirty stuff. I used to get in so much trouble in elementary school and middle school; I’d be cleaning off the teachers dirty dishes they used for lunch, wiping down desks, scrubbing the skid marks off the floor with my finger.
Abusiveness I am used to though. For all the referrals I got in school, and all the beatings for getting those referrals, I learned that only cowards take things out in violence. That’s partially why I’m here.
I’m a sophomore in Hollow High School in Michigan. And one of my classes is Gunman ship. Basically how to handle a gun. So a few friends; Shelly, Dawn, Luis, and Greg, and I were going to go out on Sunday to the local shooting range in town. We asked our Professor if we could take our guns with us. And he complied. Our guns are semi-automatic .33’s. it’s the only kind they’ll allow in schools across the country. It sucks. But also, that Friday the principle of HHS contacted my father, letting him know I had another referral. Well, when I got home he still hadn’t gotten back from work. So I asked my mother, who I love dearly, if I could go out with my friends to the IceCream Parlor down the street. Well, normally when we go out for icecream we take five or six hours. Sitting around on the benches eating. We always leave when it’s after dark. I can’t be out for too long… my mind gets the best of me. I am cursed with a terrible, terrible case of paranoia. So I will, almost, literally have a break down if it goes too far. When I got home though, the car wasn’t in the drive way. And neither of my parents was home.
I thought my dad had tugged my mom away to a bar like normal so I didn’t much think twice about it.
My .33 was on top of the counter, not where I had put it. My first thought was, ‘Geez, y dad when through my sh-- again!’. So I just took it back to my room, and put it in my desks drawer.
It was about 4 in the morning when my mom finally came back, without my dad. She was crying so I knew something had happened. Mom told me that she had rushed my dad to the hospital, that he had had his third heart attack (he had two before).
Not like I cared though. My mom loved my dad, he never raised a hand to her. Me? He called me a mistake…AND I WAS FLIPPING PLANNED!!! It’s because he didn’t birth a son. Mom told me that, I tell myself that, worst of all…my Psychotherapist agreed. Yes. I’ve been to counseling.
Saturday afternoon I had my friend Shelly over. We were in the pool out back when we saw two officers coming toward us on the porch.
“Sophia Kaldak?” they asked. I could feel my face turn red. I hate my first name. But still, I answered, “Over here.”
“Can you get out of the pool and towel off please? We’re going to need you down at the station.” Looking at Shelly, she gripped my arm. Hugging her good-bye, promising I’d see her tomorrow and left. I had put my cover up on just before I left.
Other cops were searching the house and my gun was on the table in a plastic bag. I asked if they had a warrant and they flashed it at me. I asked to see their badges and they flashed it. Just long enough for me to ID their face match and remember their badge number. It wasn’t my first time dealing with cops. When I asked them what all of this was about they told me their chief would tell me when I got to the station.
Sighing, I went along.
Two or three hours later I was interrogated by the chief of police’s son, Detective Wartshower. I giggled at his last name. He, however, didn’t find it funny. He asked me what I had been doing Friday night and I told him. He asked if anyone could verify that. I sighed, heavily with sarcasm. “Did you not get the point on my Friends! and I went to the parlor?”
That didn’t seem to matter though when a guy came in and said that the prints matched.
“What prints? Who’s on what? For what?” I had asked curiously. It didn’t occur to me what they were talking about till they read me my rights, handcuffed and taken to a cell…waiting to be tried.
Apparently, my father had never had a heart attack. All that crying my mom was doing was for herself. When she left for the ‘hospital’ on Saturday morning… she had taken a few cinderblocks, too. Boaters found my fathers body floating in the water of a secluded 30ft. deep marsh. When they sent divers out, they also found my mother sunk down to the bottom of the mucky floor.
I spent my night in that cell only with me and my broken heart. My mother had killed herself because she killed my father. And the prints they were talking about was my prints they’d found on my gun.
I pleaded my case a month later when I was on trial. My friends Luis and Shelly were there with me… the others never showed.
They spoke the same story as I. We had been out, when they dropped me off no one was home. Shelly told them that just as she was getting to my house when my mom left for the ‘hospital’.
The jury figured my best friends would do anything for me to keep me out of prison. They had charged me as an adult so two murders I would have gotten twenty-five to life. Shelly and I had already been crying. But when Luis; big, 17 year old, 6’5. Muscular, jock of the highschool, came on the stand and pleaded my case. He had one, single tear slide down his cheek and the jury thought, ‘wow.’ And then really got to thinking. It took them THREE DAYS to come to a decision. Longest three day, no visitation time of my life.
When we got back, they told the judge that a sixteen year old of my stature could not have possibly carried those cement blocks, chained my mom up to them, and throw her into the lake on my own.
Right.
Let me tell you I had the longest face in there. Staring at them. Real smart people they are.
Like I would kill the one person I loved the most.
Now, with the dad thing, I couldn’t argue that. It was no secret that he was abusive. So I had motive for that. Only thing is, you need to not have an alibi, too. I had one, they just didn’t believe me.
So, until I tell the judge who my accomplice is I am stuck in Lymorthia. So technically, I’m there forever. This place is so scary its not even funny! The guards stalk around you like you are pray… sometimes, at night when I’m laying down I can hear distant, far off screams echoing through the hallway…but it must just be my imagination because no one else hears it. But I do.
I never did the crime.
I am innocent…………Hair colourBrunetteEye colourTopazI stand this tall from the groundFive foot, seven inchesI say I’m pretty skinny, don’t you think?One hundred and three poundsThe only one that understands me isI haven’t really gotten too close to anyone here yet…but the conflicted girl can always make me laugh when I’m depressed or scared. The one that seems to just see everything is nice too. She seems shy, like me, but she was welcoming…Likes Rain
All sports
Cleanliness
Darkness
Music
Gambling
Friends
Dark colours
Sometimes solitude
To learn new things
Meet new people
Taking walks on my own
Comedy
Reading!!
Dancing
Parties
Being around others…sometimes Dislikes Abusive people
Fighting
Drugs
Alcohol
Too bright lights
Idiotic people
Arrogance
The guards
The Warden
Everyone from that was on the jury
The judge
My father
Greg and Dawn…for not showing up
Hatred in itself(which is stupid cause I hate a lot of things)
Normality
Rap music
My OCD-ness
My paranoia
Thunder Something I haven’t said yetYeah, right. I just explained to you the biggest thing of my life and you're asking if I haven't said anything yet? Please.
((I might be a bit sarcastic))The song(s) my tortured soul sings((Got any theme songs? List’em here!)) The only Warden I listen to isBlood Written in Stone
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 5:22 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 5:23 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 5:27 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 5:28 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 18, 2012 12:56 pm
[V]edie
[C]aidya  Last time I checked I was aMaleI really just want to be calledVeeI can't remember much, but I think I'm25Here they call me theSeerThis place has molded and changed me...This nutcase thinks he can see the future, ghosts, shades, and believes himself to be a medium. No doubt that he’s definitely more sensitive to things a lot of others aren’t, but come on, really? He’s got an overactive imagination and has plenty of ‘imaginary friends’. He does make actual friends on occasion; at least they don’t disappear and then randomly show up again where they aren’t suppose to. Vedie likes to talk to other people a lot, because he feels that if he’s alone, then they will show up and not leave him alone. Who they are, is anyone’s guess, but he doesn’t like them and they apparently don’t like him either and mean to cause him harm. They are the ones that give him visions, he claims, and his visions are never anything remotely happy. He says he becomes stuck between this world and the next and is forced to find his way out of what he claims to be a labyrinth, which is why when he has visions he’s in a trance for hours at a time. Don’t get him wrong, he’s a smart boy, but he’ll believe what he ‘sees’ over facts any day.
He loves soft things and has a blanket and a pillow that are ultra soft, bought just for him by Demunas the first few days he was sent off to the ward. They serve as his comfort when in distress, and like a child, has a tendency to carry his blanket with him. He’s always devastated when his blanket is taken away and washed, even when it’s only for 2 hours. He has a difficult time falling asleep, since it’s usually quiet and it only allows his brain more time to be imaginative. He often just finds someone to bother until he feels tired enough to actually sleep, but he’s recently been getting happy pills that knock him out in about 10 minutes flat. He only really wants to take them at night when he doesn't have anyone to talk to anymore.Why I'm here in this hell hole.Vedie is actually the older twin of Demunas. They used to be close, until Vedie started saying that he saw things. Their parents weren’t sure how to take it and tried putting him on pills, giving him various kinds of therapy, even going so far as to almost call in a psychic to find out what was wrong with their son. Almost. His parents decided that the best course of action was to send him to an asylum, where he could be given the attention and care that he clearly needed. Vedie was upset that his parents thought he was crazy and most certainly put up a fight, refusing to go to a crazy house just because they couldn’t see what he saw. Hell, he even drew them pictures (though he doesn’t have much artistic talent and draws like a 6 year old) so that they could know what they looked like.
It didn’t work.
He’s been at this place for also nine years now, and after shortly arriving, screamed, raved, and ranted on about how many shades and ghosts there were and that they wouldn’t stop looking at him. His hysteria got worse during the evenings and at night. They tried for a while just keeping him in his room, but he hated to be alone with them and would often cry and scream. They couldn’t have him out and able to walk around with other people during those times either because he would ‘see’ so many things and curl up into a ball somewhere. So they settled on just wrapping his eyes in the evening until morning, that way he could still have that valued interaction with other people and not have to see them when simply walking down the hall. Vedie has memorized just about everywhere in the building and doesn’t mind being blinded at night, though he claims that he can still ‘see’ things.
He actually doesn’t really speak to his twin, as he doesn’t really see the other, since the other is working after all. When he was younger, he figured that if anyone would understand what he was seeing, it would have been Demunas, but clearly not, since his twin is the one that suggested the nut house in the first place. Vedie isn’t sure why, though he was certainly hurt by Demunas doing so. On the rare chances they do see each other, it’s during a scheduled meeting with Vedie’s psychiatrist that Demunas sits in on. He does practically run the place, at least as far as Vedie is concerned.Hair colourVedie has grey/white hair, family issue with graying at an early age. Certainly sets them apart from other families, if anything. It’s long and decently kept. It knots easy, so he’s always running his hands through it to keep it de-knotted and as a part of a nervous habit of his.Eye colourHis eyes are a dull sunset - bandaged at night and in the evenings, as those are the times when the appearances of ghosts and whatnot get worse and show up everywhere. Even blinded, he still claims he can see them and get premonitions and still has visions. Not like anyone believes him, he’s in a crazy house because of it.I stand this tall from the ground5'11I say I’m pretty skinny, don’t you think?162 lbs. He’s thin, but not ungodly so, he does have a bit of an appetite on him and can put away a good amount of food. He isn’t very muscular in comparison to maybe some others, but he’s a runner not a fighter.The only one that understands me isEven though his twin is the one that put him here, he has an unhealthy trust in him. He knows that Demunas knows what's going on but Vedie is lost as to what the big picture is.LikesFluffy things.
Things That Light Up.
Real People.
Talking.
Cuddling. DislikesBeing Alone.
The Dark.
Them.
Mean People.
Being Ignored. Something I haven’t said yet He wears mostly black or white, claiming that if he looks like a shade, then the shades will leave him alone, and if he looks like a ghost, then the ghosts will leave him alone. He's picked up another quirk of wearing gloves recently. Why? Because he claims that he gets flashes of things he doesn't want to see otherwise. While the guards love to hear his tormented screams about imaginary beings, they also get very annoyed of it too. Also, Vedie doesn't actually like to touch other people, so this helps? In his mind it does anyway. The song(s) my tortured soul singsThe only Warden I listen to isHelaku Hai
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