Name:James Tasler
Age:17
Appearance: 6' with broad shoulders, brown eyes, brown crazy curly hair, husky.

Personality:Very quiet with everyone he doesn't know. When he talks its more grunts and growls than any real language. Loves to draw scenes of much suffering and darkness. Has little or no care for people other than close friends, which has been noted he has very few of.

Background:He was a happy child till the age of five when he was molested by his older brother. This was about the time he started to talk more and more in his grunt/growl language. Was later found to have again been molested at the age of seven by a babysitters daughter. In school he was almost always on the honor role, for school seemed to come naturally for him. He always carries around a sketch book and many different kinds of pens, markers, pencils, etc... After he turned 14 he was moved to an orphanage. He has had three attempted suicides through out his life. Still has the scars from the last two attempts one on both wrists.

Medical Diagnoses:Mute, Schizotypal personality disorder, Schizoid personality disorder, manic-depressive, and Avoidant personality disorder

sponsor/Referrer:School Counselor, and adopted Parents.

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Being walked up to the door by my adopted parents. They quickly bide me good bye, and tolled me they loved me. I didn't believe them I never have. I had always felt he didn't need help, but then again...what a better place to be alone with no one to bother me. I don't have to go to school while I'm here. Carrying his trash bag full of all his cloths and his sketch book and new pack of pens, markers, and some charcoal pencils. He quietly as possible walked through the doors into the Istorncane Institution..

OCC:Hope this is ok.

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