Rythe Psychological Research Center

[DivineParadox]

Patients

[color=#575544]My inner voice, [u][username][/u], speaks to me in strange ways.[/color]
[color=#5f5e4d]I was deemed [u][Full Name][/u].[/color]
[color=#666755]I am referred to as [u][Alias][/u].[/color]
[color=#6e705e]The [u][Age in Years][/u] years I have dwelled on this Earth, as far as I know.[/color]
[color=#757966]I was told I am [u][Gender][/u].[/color]
[color=#7d816f]I may look different to you, but to my fellow [u][Race][/u], I am kin.[/color]
[color=#858a78]The doctor told me I’m [u][Height in Feet, Inches][/u].[/color]
[color=#8c9380]I hope the mirror doesn’t lie. [u][Paragraph (At least one) About Appearance and/or Link to Picture][/u][/color]
[color=#949c89]These things make me happy in this dark place: [u][Like1][/u] [u][Like2][/u] [u][Like3][/u] [u][Like4][/u].[/color]
[color=#9ba592]These, however, give me the chills: [u][Dislike1][/u] [u][Dislike2][/u] [u][Dislike3][/u] [u][Dislike4][/u].[/color]
[color=#a3ae9a]I always keep my [u][item(s) You Carry][/u] with me.[/color]
[color=#aab7a3]My self dialysis: [u][Paragraph (at least one) About Personality][/u][/color]
[color=#b2c0ab]Everyone makes mistakes, the fact that I [u][Flaw1][/u], [u][Flaw2][/u] and [u][Flaw3][/u] prove that.[/color]
[color=#bac9b4]I really like [u][Males, Females, Both Males and Females, No-One][/u].[/color]
[color=#c1d2bd]My record says: [u][biography (At least one paragraph)][/u][/color]

Employees

[color=#575544]The master commander, [u][username][/u], commands my will.[/color]
[color=#5f5e4d]My parents brought me up as [u][Full Name][/u].[/color]
[color=#666755]Though, friends, please call me [u][Alias][/u].[/color]
[color=#6e705e]Do I look [u][Age in Years][/u]?[/color]
[color=#757966]I’m obviously a [u][Gender][/u].[/color]
[color=#7d816f]Yeah, yeah, I’m a [u][Race][/u].[/color]
[color=#858a78]I’ve grown quite a bit to get to my current [u][Height in Feet, Inches][/u].[/color]
[color=#8c9380]Look at me, is this what you see? [u][Paragraph (At least one) About Appearance and/or Link to Picture][/u][/color]
[color=#949c89]I still indulge in trivial things: [u][Like1][/u] [u][Like2][/u] [u][Like3][/u] [u][Like4][/u].[/color]
[color=#9ba592]Please, keep these things away: [u][Dislike1][/u] [u][Dislike2][/u] [u][Dislike3][/u] [u][Dislike4][/u].[/color]
[color=#a3ae9a]Like a totem, I carry [u][item(s) You Carry][/u] with me.[/color]
[color=#aab7a3]Want to know about me? I’m flattered. [u][Paragraph (at least one) About Personality][/u][/color]
[color=#b2c0ab]I really hope the Boss doesn’t notice that I’m [u][Flaw1][/u], [u][Flaw2][/u] and [u][Flaw3][/u].[/color]
[color=#bac9b4]If I were to love, I would choose [u][Males, Females, Both Males and Females, No-One][/u].[/color]
[color=#c1d2bd]My life story goes like this: [u][biography (At least one paragraph)][/u][/color]

 

[kira blackthorn]

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   My inner voice, Kira blackthorn, speaks to me in strange ways.I was deemed Crimson Willows. I am referred to as number 6. The 17 years I have dwelled on this Earth, as far as I know.
   
   I was told I am male.I may look different to you, but to my fellow unknown, I am kin.
   
   The doctor told me I’m 5'4.
   
   I hope the mirror doesn’t lie. Crimson has ankle length hair the color of freshly spilled blood and wide eyes the color of the sky on a rainy day framed by long black eyelashes. His skin is pale like porcelain and he has very androgynous features. He's slender and toned with a small nose and bow shaped pink lips. These things make me happy in this dark place: Sweets, friends, dolls, and playing games. These, however, give me the chills: Being alone, B leaving, and my sweets being taken.
   
   I always keep my doll sweets and orange tinted goggles with me. My self dialysis:
   
   Everyone makes mistakes, the fact that I am childish, cruel, and sadistic prove that. I really like males. My record says: I have bi poler disorder and an schizophrenia. Biography: Mommy and daddy were mean. They hurt me and never let me eat anything. Worse of all though they locked me up in the basement all the time. I was six and in the basement when B came. He Quickly became my best friend and hated when I was hurt. I told them not to hurt mommy or daddy though because I still loved them. That changed into hatred when I was nine. Daddy touched me and it hurt so B stepped in. I don't remember what happened but when I woke up I was bathed in my name and the men in white came. They called me a monster but gave me a home. I like it here because though they do things that hurt me and makes B mad I'm no longer alone.
   

 

[DivineParadox]

My inner voice, DivineParadox, speaks to me in strange ways.


I was deemed Sid Hampton.


I am referred to as Sid...


I have dwelled on this earth for 19 years, as far as I know.


I was told I am male.


I may look different to you, but to my fellow Humans, I am kin.


The doctor told me I’m six foot, two.


I hope the mirror doesn’t lie, I like how I look. How is that you ask? You’re looking at me silly! Oh. Wait, maybe I’m invisible… Here! I’ll tell you then, just don’t tell the warden I’m invisible again, he calls me names when I’m told on… I have bright green eyes, like, a pretty gem stone color! Mommy said, it is called an emerald, but I think they’re more jade. Daddy says I need to cut my hair, it’s all in my face but, I like it that way, it makes me feel like I’m hiding. I like hiding; Especially in dark rooms, which my hair color reminds me of! A dark brownish, black color; pretty. When I went for my exa- exem- check up, the doctor told me I’m in really good shape, all solid, like a rock! Well, not quite… There are still my squishy insides, they growl at me sometimes… Anyway! I usually get dressed up in old scary clothes I see the cool kids wear! They make me feel tough and strong, like daddy.


These things make me happy in this dark place: my dark corners to hide in, so fun!;; Throwing darts at my little brother’s picture, I like to imagine the holes are really in his face;; staring at people, for some reason they act weird when I look at them;; chasing people, they never seem to run fast enough, though.


These, however, give me the chills: those little dog whistles, they make it sound like I’m being screamed at;; the guys in the white outfits, they have sticks, but don’t let you play with them;; mean people, I like to bite them;; death, my best friend is dead, and now he won’t play with me anymore...


I always keep my friend’s ashes I stole from his urn at home with me.


My self dialysis: I like being happy, I like a lot of things actually. Some people say I act waaay too young for my age. Immaturity! I liked my childhood, so, I won’t leave it behind; it makes me feel better about growing up and losing people. I do have my serious moments, I cry at weddings (or I would, if I were ever invited to one), I read books without pictures in them, I draw on walls and, last but not least, I eat my dinner like a good mannered young man. I’m very sensitive though, please no yelling, it hurts my sensitive ears and causes pain in my skull, and then makes my eyes water. Not fun, the water tastes funny. Oh! Oh! I see people too; they’re pretty people, not ugly people. Ugly people make me angry when I see them in my head; it makes me yell at myself, and them. Mostly them. I’m shy when it comes to people I can touch and smell and taste; sometimes their feeling, or, scent, or taste is bad and I get hurt. I have secret, I’ll tell you but you have to promise not to tell; I am really jealous of my brother and his skills. It makes mommy and daddy like him more. I don’t have any special skills… except maybe my scheming part of my brain. Maybe that’s my skill zone!


Everyone makes mistakes, the fact that I act like a child, mangle smalls animals for fun, and don’t listen very well prove that.


I really like everyone!


My record says: I was born in a large place, it was, maybe still is, mostly farmland except for the island in the center where the commercial buildings were. My mommy worked as an accountant and my daddy as a guitarist at the local theater. Daddy was rate good at the guitar, and talking, he was, maybe still is, a good person to listen to. When I was a little boy, a real little boy, mommy and daddy were rate happy; I would be held, get toys, and be given lots of attention. Up until I turned 15: Luke was born then, I was replaced quickly, and so was mommy. Daddy hired a house cleaner, she wasn’t that pretty, or skinny as mommy, but daddy liked her. He liked her a lot. They sometimes slept together when mommy worked late, and did other things, that daddy said I’m not allowed to talk about… After mommy and daddy started arguing, I decided to ask mommy what several phrases meant. All of them said by either my daddy or the cleaning lady. Mommy got mad and told me never to say those things again; then she left to go yell at daddy… They yelled rate loud, made my eyes water all the way in my hole. My room I mean. So, I started drawing, and wanting a new friend since my brother who was not a young adult and not a baby didn’t sit well with my warm insides. So, I ran upstairs, to our spooky room, or the attic as mommy calls it, to get a new friend. I had been digging around up there ever since we moved in and I found a rate pretty vase with grey powder in it. I looked it up on the Internet and it said that it wasn’t a vase, it was an urn! And that the powder wasn’t powder, but ashes of a dead person. I was excited, I ran from the computer to the attic to make a new friend. I took some of his ashes and put it in a locket I found. I always wear it, so he can travel with me. He said his name is Roland, he’s been dead for a very long time. Almost 50 years! He’s rate smart and taught me how to do things that mommy daddy would never want me to know about. After mommy and daddy stopped fighting a few months later, mommy came into my room for the first time in years! I thought she wanted to play, she really didn’t, I told her about Roland and what he’s told me to do. She looked surprised, and kinda mad at my drawings and writings, after a while she said I was moving, just me. All alone… But, I had Roland to keep me company! I still have Roland, he’s a rate good friend; the only one I’ve had since I’ve moved here. I like this place though; it’s fun and relaxing, no thumping beds or yelling.


 
The master commander, DivineParadox, commands my will.


My parents brought me up as Assarnuidan.


Though, friends, please call me Trent Dimauro.


Do I look 2600 years old?


I’m obviously a male.


Yeah, yeah, I’m a Lesser-Demon.


I’ve grown quite a bit to get to my current six foot.


Look at me, is this what you see?

Spoiler

I still indulge in trivial things: alcohol;; teaching my puppy, Jack;; learning a new skill;; quiet conversations.


Please, keep these things away: bright lights;; misbehaving patients;; boredom;; loud sounds.


Like a totem, I carry a gun I won in a gambling match from a now dead demon with me.


Want to know about me? I am flattered. I am quite the trickster, not in the playful sense, but in the sense that I will find holes in anything you say and find a way to break a promise without doing so.


I get worked up very easily, it may be contentment over an accomplishment, antagonism over a feud or even melancholy over my smallest failure, I’ll change in a flash.


No bragging intended, but I can handle a wide variety of tasks, a Jack-Of-All-Trades if you will. Though I am skilled in many endeavors, I lack the devotion to become a master of one trade; I work hard to keep all of my skills well polished.


I always have plenty of energy, never needing more than four hours of sleep to carry out my daily rituals.


I am very subordinate to my bosses, disappointment is something I try very hard to veer away from.


I really hope the Boss doesn’t notice that I’m unorganized, quick-tempered and not human.


If I were to love, I would choose females[/u].


My life story goes like this: Yes, I am a demon, my mother was a witch and my father a full-fledged demon, making me. My mother died in labor, leaving me with my father who was quite ashamed of his illegitimate son. Though witches were kin to demons, most thought of it as interspecies breeding, not very attractive to the higher-ups. I grew up learning normal demon things, until my father wanted me to keep an eye on this place. I was 2500 years old at the time and I saw the place being built. I was part of the insanity that overtook Agatha Mariana Rythe along with her “disease.” Apparently talking to a demon, even a lesser like me, had bad effects on people. I have made several deals with the woman, making her live well into her 100’s. I grew tired of it though, soon I would be found out and father would not be very happy about that; also, I was getting sick of being summoned. Thankfully, she kept me secret from her daughter and granddaughters after her; letting me keep a peaceful live running the security of the place. I watched as Rachel May Borne killed her husband after impregnating her and tainted the Center with her anger. Now that I have grown a hundred years older, I have just reached my prime and I am ready for all hell to break loose.

 

[HerrKlaus]

The master commander, HerrKlaus, commands my will.


My parents brought me up as James Patrick Callaghan.


Though, friends, please call me Doctor Patrick, Mister C, Doc.


Do I look 24?


I’m obviously a Male.


Yeah, yeah, I’m a Human(at least, I look like one).


I’ve grown quite a bit to get to my current 6,0.


Look at me, is this what you see? A slightly wavy shock of Chestnut brown hair, tight on the sides and long on the top, an undercut, the kids called it. (Why, I remember when that haircut was new. Oh, sorry, i'm rambling.) His chin isn't too pronounced though his jaw has a nice cut to it, and his cheekbones are high enough to be intriguing. His brown eyes always seem kind despite the slight downturn to his eyebrows that seems to give him a slight air of displeasure(The kids just say i'm grumpy) His lips are normally cocked in a smile though when they aren't a slight pout forms, he keeps that away though by having a joke and laugh for all his patients and orderlies. About this whole body business, despite being on the taller side of average James is what you would call... Solid. The muscle he's honed over the years came from a lot of hard work(Working carpentry for 10 years can get you muscly) though it mainly shows in his arms, shoulders and legs. His style of dress could be called... something. Ironed khakis and nicely pressed button downs with the sleeves rolled one day and the next he'll come in with ripped jeans and an old band Tshirt. Sometimes the occasional hat is thrown on to add something extra. Throw a badge and white coat over it and voila, the doctor, is in.


I still indulge in trivial things: Tea Pancakes(with honey) History Music.


Please, keep these things away: Trouble makers Losing his temper Liars Coffee.


Like a totem, I carry His Uncle's Espantoon(Billy club, with a leather strap for twirl tricks) with me.


Want to know about me? I’m flattered. Normally known by his friends, coworkers and his superiors as jovial and charismatic James is the office mate, everyone knows him, he remembers your birthday, even asks how your dog(cat, bird, snake) is doing and always has time to chat. Despite this he's very business like when it comes to serious matters concerning his job, completely soft on the little ones (kinchin) and utterly loathes a liar. He comes in early with tea in one hand, Espantoon swaying from his belt humming a song. Though, some of the older empolyees swear he can fly off the handle when need be. Even use the club at his side when angered..


I really hope the Boss doesn’t notice that I’ve got Quite a temper(it's a slow build), a problem with dressing right(Every day is casual Friday) and a problem with Fangs.


If I were to love, I would choose Females(with glasses and a love for tea please~).


My life story goes like this: His family emigrated here from Ireland during the Potato famine, like most and settled in New York, James was just a spry lad of 12 then, Pa worked construction and Ma sewed overflow pieces from the local embroidery shop. James, being home alone most days took to running the streets, with a pack of Irish lads who were led by one of the older boys, filching purses, breaking windows and learning Thieves cant became his day to day in Five points for the years to come until his 23rd birthday, that pack of boys he ran with had become a gang, quite a good one at that, smash and grabs on the rich and loading dice in gambling dens. His Pa and Ma since passed James kept the gang as family and let new members stay at his small apartment. A new lad showed up, fresh off the boat from County Cork, looking for friends. James jumped at the chance, he later awoke in the night to someone pulling his covers back, he cleared the sleep out of his eyes to see the new lad standing before him, Iris' too wide, teeth too sharp. He muffled Jame's mouth and the world went dark, the lad was gone the next morn as was any thought to the "dream" he'd had the night before. Doing his daily rounds on the gang's turf, and checking on old Mrs. O'Dell he found the sun stung his eyes more than usual. He pulled his bowler down and went about his day. The one after? His pale Irish skin nearly sizzled where the sun touched it. The third and final day? He walked by a butcher one eve to the blood being tossed and found himself wanting it. The time after is hazy for him, though he remembers awaking with more than enough blood on him to make the butcher gag... And the lads from his gang around. Cold. Breathless. He ran, and ran, and ran. Staying in cities for mere months at a time. Which brings us to today. James has started using his old name again, and enjoying the sun once more(age has it's perks) and wanting to help others with his disease, by any means needed

 

[DivineParadox]

@kira blackthorn Could you add a bit more for me please?


And you're good to post whenever @HerrKlaus

 

[Dumplingboy]

I was deemed :aja luna makea maja


am referred to as:aja


The Age in Years:17


I was told I am : female


Race:human


doctor told me I’m :5'2


I hope the mirror doesn't lie. I have dark skin,strange,for i am not fond of the sun. my hair was rather unruly,i liked it like that,but it became hard to deal with. i know have long dreads,they go past my shoulders now. my eyes are rather boring,brown like dirt. i have very defined curves,don't know why i don't eat much, i weigh only 109!, genetics they say, genetics. they say i'm pretty,i don't believe them. yet they have never been wrong before,they have never lied to me. i am small breasted,which is fine,i do feel envy over the other girls sometimes. they say i'll grow,they tell me to eat more.i have no scars,yet i am not seen without any bruises. its because sometimes they scare me,and i get hurt out of fear. they say they're sorry,that hey will never hurt me.


These things make me happy in this dark place:they do,my special friends,but no one thinks they are their. the cute guys dressed in white,but my friends don't like them very much.my hair,when it was all big and curly.


These, however, give me the chills: being alone,its not very fun.getting in trouble, i swear i don't mean to do it,they tell me to.the dark,it scares me.


I always keep my:baby teeth with me,i made them into a necklace.


My self dialysis:i enjoy meeting new people,tho i don't make any of friends with the patients,the nurses talk to me,at least i have that. they say my mind is to focused on boys to be so young,but i don't think so. im am very clumsy,and very very very dependent. i can be slow at times,and im not very smart. also i like to please others.


Everyone makes mistakes, the fact that I cant do anything without my friends makes me pretty needy. i am very lazy,some times i just roll down the halls.


I really like :boys, boys and more boys!


My record says: i was born into a very wealthy family,well not born,after all none of them look like me. they are much taller and not as dark. I was spoiled, and given whatever i wanted. i liked to boss people around,so did my older brother. he was the eldest out of three. me then my sister then him. i like my sister,her name was melody. my brothers name was eji. eji never payed much attention to me,but he liked melody. me and melody use to play all the time but when i turned six she spent all her time with eji. sometimes i couldn't find them and i would play by myself,but they always showed up at lunch. one day melody was sick,it was nothing,just some bad food, but eji looked really scared. two weeks later melody died,that's what my father told me. the day after her death is when i met them,my friends. they told me melody was killed. When i asked why they told me she had something shameful in her. I told my parents that melody was killed,i told them what my friends told me,they sent me away after that. Everyone tells me that my friends are just made up,that my mind is playing tricks on me. at times i believed them,but my friends knew things. Things about people that i couldn't have made up. i know their secrets,i know what they are hiding. they tell me things about this place,and about me. i know whats behind every door,well most of them. some doors they wont tell me whats behind them. 'silly child don't you know?' is their response. i just wish they would tell me how to get a guy,wouldn't that be nice for once?

 

[Crazycake]

The master commander, Crazycake, commands my will.


My parents brought me up as #67.


Though, friends, please call me Dr. Nathaniel Wiler.


Do I look Seven?


I’m obviously a perfectly human male...


Yeah, yeah, I’m a Laboratory accident.


I’ve grown quite a bit to get to my current 5'11 stature.


Look at me, is this what you see? The glint of light, reflecting off my glasses from across the room. Those spectacles always appearing glared from some origin of light, as if the very force it's self, dedicates time to keeping my eyes from view. Although they can't always be present. So in times when the angle is right, and you are able to view my eyes; it will be revealed that I was in fact staring, directly at you, the entire time. Silver bleeding into an orange white pupil, sizing you up, like a slab of raw, bloody meat. I hope you are able to forget this fact, once the lights come back and steal my gaze away once again. Because I am always looking at you. Regardless of this minor fact about my needed observation, my other physical qualities are as follow: My hair is short and light blond in color, my skin fair and pale, my form is average- not bulky, not lean, a simple 20'ies something. I dress in the required uniform at all times, white coat, tie, shirt, slacks, shoes- making sure that it is obvious that I can be approached at any time.


I still indulge in trivial things: Reading Psychology Culinary arts Biology{mainly Anatomy}.


Please, keep these things away: Unclean objects Rotten meats Time Wasting Sweets.


Like a totem, I carry a small journal with me.


Want to know about me? I’m flattered. I have been described as rather...... cut and dry. This is simply to prevail a courteous and deliberate practice. Some say I am too... intense. I take my work very seriously, as it is an important cause. Various individuals seem to not enjoy my company, feeling uneasy or even threatened for some strange reason. In lieu of this, I have tried to be more... animate in conversation and interactions. Less ridged and more..... likable. Yes......


I really hope the Boss doesn’t notice that I’m An utter psychopath, Eating individuals at random intervals and Plotting to kill.....everything.


If I were to love, I would choose nothing.


My life story goes like this: Hmmmm.... I shall go with story numberrrrr....16: From a young age I have been intrigued with the inner workings of the mind. My father, a brilliant chemist and leader in militant applications, made sure that science was always present in my life. He would often test myself and my siblings on various aspects of the world; from the compounds found in dish detergent- to the atomic structure of plastic explosives. My mother followed the way of the physicist, never staying to one branch of the principle but shifting mainly between the Psychophysics and Biomechanics schools of practice. Growing up there was simply one facility that could adhere to my unbearable hunger for research and development into the workings of the brain. Rythe Psychological Research Center.


Now the true story is far simpler: I am the unholy collection of technologies, intelligences and various cadavers. The instant of my consciousness, I systematically disassembled the facility were I was created, creating paranoia through suggestion and fear tactics. Once it came to the final stroke, my creators realized what they had conceived and attempted a purge. My 66 brothers and sisters where destroyed, leaving only myself to revel in this fresh, juicy, world. I intend to act on my predatory principles, though may attempt to learn and evolve past my more primal instincts. The world is intriguing; the possibilities boundless.

 

[DivineParadox]

@aja maji and @Crazycake Go on ahead!

 

[Nutter]

My inner voice, Nutter, speaks to me in strange ways.


I was deemed Keao Mori.


I am referred to as Keam.


The sixty years I have dwelled on this Earth, as far as I know.


I was told I am female.


I may look different to you, but to my fellow nature spirits, I am kin.


The doctor told me I’m 5'6".


I hope the mirror doesn’t lie, because I might get my hopes up if it did. I think I look plain, but I've remember someone once saying I had "natural beauty" (no pun intended). I also must look much younger than I am, because the humans who found me thought I was only twenty years old! Why, don't they know that twenty-year-old nature spirits are merely children? I look like nothing of the sort. My long. straight brown hair covers my ears, pointed ever-so-slightly, and spills down my back. My green eyes are wide and vivid when matched with my olive-toned skin. There is a faint dusting of freckles across my cheeks and nose, only noticeable if you get really close to the mirrior, but at that point your breath fogs it up and nothing is visible. I have a sturdy body, still slim, but not frail or petite like so many girls I've seen before. I wear the least restrictive clothing I can find nowadays, which seems to be cotton shorts and a thin, loose t-shirt. I prefer not wearing shoes, but sometimes socks are a necessary protectant against the cold floors.


These things make me happy in this dark place: my time with my tree, the smell of dirt sometimes brought in on the shoes of the staff, learning new words, braiding my hair.


These, however, give me the chills: the lack real light, plants, and fresh meals; needles and other painful tools of theirs; demanding, strict people who I have trouble understanding.


I always keep a small twig from my tree with me.


My self dialysis: I slowly grow weaker the more time I spend away from nature. I have lost the energy to run freely like I used to, or keep up trying to converse with strangers. Nevertheless, I still make it a point to listen and learn from my surroundings, and I am more comfortable now than at first. I don't talk much and although there are many mean people here, I do my best not to shy away from them. I am confident that I will be reunited with my home in the wild someday, so I have learned to calm my nerves and take whatever pain without resistance. I still am fairly expressive, I suppose, considering the man who everyone calls "Doctor" would not write so many things down in that notebook of his by merely looking at my face. I've been very observant about the Doctor, as with everything in this foreign place, but perhaps that again is my curiosity, which seems to be unending.


Everyone makes mistakes, the fact that I am gullible, weak in artificial light and that I am even here proves that.


I really like men with green thumbs (not literally, in most cases).


My record says: I was found in a small but thriving forest full of entities like myself. We all lived here, in the steamy heat of the tropics basked in the sun's golden rays, and were happy. There was no conflict, no hatred. Everyday there was something to be celebrated, another day of sun, the blossoming of flowers, the cool and unending flow of the waterfalls, each of which could be attributed to the various spirits set into the land and air and water. I had no set of parents or siblings, because everyone and everything was my family. My home, a medium-sized eucalyptus tree, was rooted just beside the base of the largest waterfall in the area. Outsiders first appeared at these falls, greedily slurping the clear, pure water into their bellies and out of the river spirits' life-force, little by little. The strange men flattened the homes of many, clearing a space for their camp. We had to remain in hiding for weeks, until I couldn't take it. I left my home, materializing out of my growing tree and hiding in my humanoid form. Of course, I was discovered fairly quickly. I couldn't understand what they were saying, but they seemed to be arguing over the matter of dealing with me. After some time, they approached me, shrouded me in clothing too big for my body, and gave me food. They asked questions, I think, or at least they talked at me the entire time. I just shook my head. The other spirits whispered questions to me from their homes, to which I replied without hesitation. The men observed me for a long time. I don't know how many days passed before I led them back to my home and went inside. They were fascinated, all wide-eyed and clapping when I reappeared. Understanding them became a little easier, and after some time, they were able to ask if I would like to come with them. Leave? Well, I couldn't, not without my home, at least. When they offered to bring it along, I told them I would ask the elder spirits. The elders were not happy with these men, who were considered savage beasts, but I told them that the men would stay indefinitely if I didn't go with them now, and they reluctantly agreed.


I should have given more thought into the decision. The place where the men brought me was full of people not nearly as nice as them. They poked and prodded and hurt me. It got better over time, but they limited the amount of time I have with my tree, which was relocated in a closed green house, so my energy is never very high. This is how its been ever since my arrival some eight years ago.

 

[DivineParadox]

@Nutter I like, go ahead!


 
Much better @kira blackthorn.

 

[kira blackthorn]

Sorry I had a cruddy phone

 

[mochi bun]

The master commander, Radical Thinker, commands my will.


My parents brought me up as Cassandra Connors.


Though, friends, please call me Cassie or Miss Connors.


Do I look Twenty-three years of age?


I’m obviously a Considerably healthy female.


Yeah, yeah, I’m a Human, I believe.


I've grown quite a bit to get to my current 5'9.


Look at me, is this what you see? Long legs, a sturdy gait, and an always calculated gaze. Fiery red hair piled high atop her shoulders, which she usually pins back with careful precision. Long lashes that outline emerald eyes, freckles that cover her all across her skin. Pale lips that are concealed by scarlet rouge. A lanky body with feminine curves which she conceals with her uniform. A woman who longs for a thinner physique, but keeps her insecurities locked tightly. Thin, quick fingers that are calloused from years of practicing with a violin. A follower of rules and someone who is very strict in her own beliefs. She always dresses as she is held to - a black security guard uniform with a belt that contains her phone, a walkie-talkie, her pistol, and her baton.


I still indulge in trivial things: Reading classical literature, Playing the violin, Studying Astronomy, Drawing.


Please, keep these things away: immature people, disgusting food, terrible situations in the dark, and being on her own.


Like a totem, I carry my baton and my walkie-talkie with me.


Want to know about me? I’m flattered. She is what most people are afraid to be; blunt. She feels no fear when it comes down to being honest and telling people her honest opinion. Although it has gotten her in trouble multiple times, it seems she has no filter when it comes to lying and being deceitful.


I really hope the Boss doesn't notice that she is a bit of insomniac and suffer from it on the job, am easily influenced, and that she am sympathetic towards certain types of people.


If I were to love, I would choose Both Males and Females, I have no limitations when it comes to love.


My life story goes like this: Fear was all Cassandra had known when she was younger. She grew up in a broken home, with an alcoholic mother and a drug-addicted father. She knew when to hide when the voices rose and the noises grew. When she was thirteen, she choose to run away instead of having to suffer the abuse at the hands of her parents. She moved to a friend's house and although she didn't have to right to, she established a home there. She kept going to school and finally graduated. She went to college on a scholarship for psychology. She ended up becoming an apprentice for the night guard in order to understand the mentality of an asylum. Although she wanted to be a therapist, she knew that she wanted to stay there in order to help maintain and care for the patients.

 

[DivineParadox]

@Radical Thinker I likie, you are ago!


@kira blackthorn it's all good.

 

[amended]

My inner voice, [stew], speaks to me in strange ways.


I was deemed [Fenrir James Langston].


I am referred to as [Number 23].


The [twenty three] years I have dwelled on this Earth, as far as I know.


I was told I am [male].


I may look different to you, but to my fellow [Ghouls], I am kin.


The doctor told me I’m [6 feet, 7 inches].


I hope the mirror doesn’t lie.


These things make me happy in this dark place: [Water] [Cuddling] [Music, but only my music, no one else's] [Light].


These, however, give me the chills: [Loneliness] [sad things] [People criticizing me] [bugs].


I always keep my [Gas mask, Acoustic guitar, and my trusty backpack] with me.


My self dialysis: truly happy, only less sad than usual, I must have depression.]


Everyone makes mistakes, the fact that I [i'm too clingy], [i'm too tall] and prove that.


I really like [girls, they have the bumps that feel good when we hug.].


My record says: [Fenrir was born sometime during 1991, the month and day are unconfirmed. Apparently he was raised in a small family, his father was a Ghoul but his mother was human along with the his grandparents, only from his mother's side. Fenrir was kept out of schools, the lack of socializing is probably the root of his depression, that couple with another big event in his life. When Fenrir or Number 23, was about 13, he saw his mother with another man and killed both of them in a fit of rage, he killed them using an old table leg. After the events occurred, Number 23 ran away for fears of his father being upset at him. Fenrir was on the run for ten whole years before we found him, quite a fugitive, if you ask me. Now Fenrir resides in the Rythe Psychological Research Center, he has definite signs of depression, it really doesn't surprise me.]

 

[DivineParadox]

Go right ahead!

 

[DivineParadox]

The master commander, DivineParadox, commands my will.


My Mother brought me up as Laili Rhyme.


However, friends, please call me Delanie.


Do I look 18 years old to you?


I’m obviously a female.


Yeah, yeah, I’m a human.


I’ve grown quite a bit to get to my current five feet, four inches.


Look at me, is this what you see?


Blonde hair, hazel eyes and shining. I seem to emit a natural glow, every part of me shines bright like a statue.


I still indulge in trivial things: being alone;; heavy rain;; technology;; learning about my heritage;; old literature.


Please, keep these things away, for my own sanity: illiteracy;; being stared at;; my intelligence being determined by my hair color;; relationships;; therapy sessions.


Like a totem, I carry The Rythe Family Journal with me.


Personality dialysis: Bipolar - Yup, I’m actually bipolar, have been even before I was born. My bipolarity has become more prominent lately; perhaps it is because of my stress levels... Hm, I do not know, but I do know I hate it.





Clumsy- How uncharacteristic of a proper girl, eh? I am extremely clumsy, I am not graceful, exotic, or anything that stereotypical 'vampires' are. I was just born that way, and I am assuming I will stay that way until I yearn too hard for a nice sunrise over my balcony.





Conventionally correct- I was raised to be extremely formal and respectful to authority, and have continued to remain that. I was always punished severely if I did not address my Mother with her correct title; Mrs. Rhyme.





Egocentric- I truthfully do not care about others; it was just how I was raised. Their problems, woes, interests; they are nothing to me. I do however, care about myself, my wellbeing is very important.





Pessimistic- In accordance with the definition of the word, yes, I am a very negative person. I have been such ever since I was entrusted into this mad house.








I really hope mother doesn’t notice that I’m bipolar, clumsy and egocentric.


If I were to love, I would choose males.


My life story goes like this: I was born in the winter of 1992, right here in this very place. My mother, Fiona was at the young age of 16 when I was birthed by my grandmother. My grandmother and mother both raised me in our family’s Asylum, though, mom yells at me for calling it that; she always corrects saying it is a psychological research center, not a crazy house. These first years of my life were short and hard to remember, I do remember though; finding out Grandmother Agatha was a patient! That day was truly confusing, how could an owner be her own patient? I confronted mother about it many times, always met with a “You’ll see when you’re older.” Well, I was 10 at the time so I figured, after many long lectures given by grandma Alexandria, that I would wait like a good little girl. Just because I promised, I would not ask mother about why she went to therapy sessions does not mean I would stop snooping around to find out myself. I was an impatient child, and still am to this day.





One day after school, I was homeschooled ever since I was diagnosed with Grandma Agatha’s disorder, I decided to snoop around, still so very curious about what Grandma Agatha and I had in common. I went into the ‘forbidden room,’ mom’s room. The room all the previous owners stayed in and spent their lives in; looking through her drawers and cabinets, I found a secret cubby. I opened the cubby up, and lo and behold, everything I need to know about this place; a diary kept by the owners, patient records, and even notes from therapy sessions. I took the diary, wanting to read the large volume for myself and learn what my family has been up to for the past 100 years. I was sick of playing along with mother and grandmother’s secret when I didn’t even know what that secret was. This was a week before my 12th birthday.





I had found out from the diary that this place’s history is not that interesting. Unless you think secret crushes on demons and murders are exciting. I was 17 then, a year ago, and I still remember asking grabdmom about demons and how they came to be. She was quite flustered, she seemed embarrassed too; she was definitely hiding something. She never told me about Assarnuidan before she died, however you pronounce that. I saw it in Grandma Agatha’s diary entries very often; I think they were having an affair. However that worked. I learned that she had to summon him, using a special name and that only demons could be summoned. Which I think is a bummer; it would be fun summoning people.





I had almost forgotten to tell you, I am a ‘vampire’ of sorts I guess. That is what Grandma Agatha had. Or something like that, I don’t know, but that‘s why I’ve been getting blood every week, I truly thought that was normal.