“With great power comes great responsibility."
[ASHERS' STORY]
I was eight years old when they came for me, when my parents sold me, because I'm not like you... I have a curse. I have a gift. I'm a monster. I'm more than human. They took everything from me; my life, my future, my sanity, my freedom. My eyes aren't normal, I'm not normal, and my life isn't normal. All I know is pain, I live in a constant fuzzy state; I don't know what up is or what down is. I haven't seen the sunlight in four-thousand-and-fifteen days. I don't know what the wind feels like, or what the grass smells like early in the morning. All I know, all I've ever known was the constant screams of pain, the clanking of metal doors, the silent stab of the needle as they test more drugs on me, and the constant feeling of insanity as I lose my mind. Darkness is all that surrounds me when I'm awake, when I'm asleep. Voices tell me lies of where I came from. They say I’m schizophrenic. They want to hide my memories in the pitch black void. They’ve stolen my vision in hopes to control me or rather that is what they think. Those who’ve died here tell me differently. Though, I can only see them and nothing else, they say my real vision will return when I find the Rx-Z7618b. The lost souls help me, calling me back from my oblivion.
The doctors tell me I will be moved to a separate ward in order to help my rehabilitation. All I know is the soft squeak of the broken wheel on my wheelchair as we travel down the hall. All I feel is the constraining feel of the cloth surrounding my body and the restraints that hold me to the mobile chair of death. They say I will be free to roam and laugh in mockery commenting it's irrelevant...I won’t see where I’m going. Removing the straight jacket they dump me out of the chair as I fumble feeling nothing but the cold ground. Fingertips grope until they find the metal bars of the bed. There will be others too. They aren’t like me. They never knew they aren’t normal. That they are gifted. The doctors think I’ve forgotten. I won’t. I can’t. I will escape. WE WILL ESCAPE. This place WILL be DESTROYED.
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[PLOT]
Welcome to Mooncrest Island’s Psychiatric Ward for the "mentally ill and unstable". The ward itself, a large concrete building designed to aid in your...recovery is on a remote island. No one is really certain of the history behind the Asylum or even who is the current owner to the lot. None of the patients seem to obtain any memories of life before. What scenes do exist are often flashes, usually consisting of broken pieces that don't make sense having no way to fit together. The doctors say the medication helps with this. They lied. The patients here are not mentally unstable, or rather they didn't come here that way. You are here because you are ‘Gifted’ another word used for those with supernatural abilities. Those who sent you here did so either from fear, hopes of keeping you protected, negligence, or merely in the hopes of keeping monsters like you away from civilization.
The true reasoning is irrelevant, either way you have been here since childhood. You have no memory of your supernatural gifts, but you know deep down that there is something special about you. Forces no one can explain. You’re not crazy. You’ve always lived this way. Taking the medication they give you, never questioning the fuzziness, short term memory, and drowsiness it causes. It keeps you from thinking. Thinking is dangerous.
Suddenly, a boy appears that you have never seen before. His name-tag states Asher; he is mysterious, seeming to know things you do not, talking to those who aren’t there. In the beginning, the patients write him off as just another nut job. A blind kid who cracked under the pressure….but Asher never fumbles around. He doesn’t lose his way, never having problems with large crowds or new places. Also, when he is talking to the nonexistent people you can almost feel a presence. You decide to hear him out. He tells you the truth of you being different, tells you how you’re being suppressed. He tells you to quit taking the medicine, only pretending you had. You may believe him or write him off once more. Nonetheless, when you stop out of curiosity you start to notice differences. Your powers begin to return.
Now there’s a new problem: how can one to learn to control what they do not understand, much less without being caught. If the Warden finds out you will be severely punished, possible never seeing the light of day again... to be tortured forever. Asher knows the building better than anyone…even places most the doctors don’t know. Can you master your abilities and free yourself from Mooncrest Island? Or will you simply be locked away forever, losing your mind and self to an endless abyss?
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