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| Name: Atlas Laraway Age: Twenty-two Appearance: ![]() Dark, long hair, cleanly shaven with a dark face as if her never slept. Dark green piercing eyes, bloodshot during mornings. Scars all across his wrists from where he had put glass and razorblades against it. His skin is fairly pale, perhaps from his lack of exposure to sunlight or from his disposition. He can smile, but it is usually fake, a show for anyone whom he wishes to appear normal to. Illness: Somatoform Pain Disorder, Unipolar Disorder Time spent in ward: Twelve History: Atlas was born in New York City to a single mother whose father had left him when he was born. His father left only a beat-up acoustic guitar. His mother became a whore to make ends meet, and became unable to care for Atlas properly, and wanted nothing to do with him. She threw him out, and he was discovered by a bunch of hoodlums, and at the age of 4 he was brutally beaten to the brink of death. Police arrived in time to lock up the hoodlums and they saved Atlas. He was scarred for life on his side, where his skin had broke where one of them had kicked him, breaking many of his ribs. The scar went all the way down his side, and from then on he had a permenant searing pain in the center of the scar. He couldn't sleep, and dared not communicate his pain to the others at the orphanage he was sent to. Eventually, when he was ten, he murdered a boy who threatened him by strangling the boy. The boy had been there in search of a new brother The body was discovered in the closet several hours later, and he was declared insane, or mentally ill, and shipped off to the PHH. Throughout all this, his guitar remained with him, and in the orphanage one of the visitors had brought him a new guitar, a large, well tuned, well made Gibson. He was allowed to keep it, since whenever he played it the pain in his side was gone. Attitude: "Everyone is against me. There is no hope. We will all die, and it is impossible to predict when and impossible to prevent. They all hate me. They have no souls. They are all evil in their own right, as I am, but they all hate only me. I write what I know and what I think. 'I gave up on everything a long time ago. The black clouds that swallowed me spit me out whole... Sometimes I feel like I'm losing my soul. At least that means I still have a soul after all.' My wrists are covered with scars. My pain is what keeps me alive now. I need to find someone to save me, but no one is pure. No one." Extra: (Optional)
__________________ I'm betting dreams upon my paper wings Because flying isn't just for kings I take the stairs to the very top floor I paid the super to leave open the door A perfect sunset is sinking in the sky I know my body is ready to fly I start the countdown back wards from ten When I reach one my family name will end Falling down as windows pass I start to cry And curse the day my parents laid... In a bed of hopelessness where love was made Please mark my grave unknown Spoiler Spoiler Last edited by Autumn Leaf; 11-28-2009 at 03:44 PM. |
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| Name: Amelie Rae Giordanis Age: 17 Appearance: Long messy black hair with bits of blonde in it. Bright hazel eyes and three lip piercings. Is very pale and thin due to her substance use and often locking herself away and not eating for days. Illness: Borderline Personality Disorder, Acute Depersonalization Disorder Time spent in ward: 2 almost 3 years History: Amelie was a normal kid until she turned 5 and she was molested by her father. This went on for five years until her mother found out. Amelie became withdrawn from that point on. She didn't talk or eat much. She would often sleep her days away, not wanting to get up for school. Things got worse when she turned 12 and began abusing and experimenting with the family pets. As if that wasn't all bad enough, Amelie began experimenting with drugs when she was around 14. She got in to heavier drugs like Cocaine and Heroin when she was 15. By then her mother chose to send her to a rehab, hoping things would get better. When Amelie entered rehab, she was required to meet with the psychiatrist there. That's when the psychiatrist determined Amelie had Borderline Personality Disorder and Acute Depersonalization Disorder. The rehab and Amelie's mother decided together that she would be better off in a psychiatric hospital. Which was when they shipped her off Phillipas. Attitude: Amelie was bitter when she first arrived at the psych hospital. She didn't compromise with treatment and would often lock herself in her room. Now she is more open to treatment and attends groups. She's still more introverted, sometimes breaking into fits of manic happiness and being more outgoing. She also has a bit of a temper and has trouble controlling it. She's usually quiet and doesn't like to be the center of attention. Extra: Was addicted to various substances (perscription pills, Cocaine, Heroin, etc.) upon entering the hospital where she went through withdrawal and has been clean since. hope this is ok?
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