Can I jooiiinnn?? I love asylum rps.
Name: Carla Owens (Patients call her Sketchy)
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Appearance: Stands 5'7", very slender to the point that most would think she'd snap in half if squeezed to tight, wears all black clothing consisting of skinny jeans, boots, thin jacket with the hood up, leather gloves, and the only colorful thing she wears is her mask which is neon orange with a wicked jagged jack-o-lantern smile, black eyes that appear to have a black substance seeping out, and two small horns at the top with black tips and appears to also have black liquid seeping from the base of them. Her hair dangles around her mask in thin and thick wet black locks to give off an extra creepy effect. Her entire body also is constantly drenched in cold water.
Personality: Very sly, mischeivous, and sadistic. If people question her about her distaste for mankind she'll most likely reply- "Humans are utterly WORTHLESS until proven otherwise. Until then, I refuse to have any sympathy for them..." She has a great fascination with surgery, experimentation, and life-threatening mind games or puzzles. Also claims to see the "beauty and art" in various horrifying things, such as the traps used in the Saw movie series. Has a great dislike for the sun or anything relatively bright and hot, but has a high liking towards UV lighting, chill temperatures, thunder storms/rain, and water. Tends to lurk around, giving off a creepy vibe.
Background Info (Like history or past): Durring highschool is when she had started to "see the truth." The first thing that had began to trigger her dark thoughts was her Algebra teacher. She had known how to do Algebra before, but the way he taught it just didn't stick and when she'd have to answer he'd practically make fun of her, which in turn caused the other classmates to join in. Even if she were having a small conversation with her few friends just to loosen up, the teacher and a few students would shout "CORNER!!" due to the fact that they all sat in the back corner to avoid getting called upon to answer problems. After that year was over, her mind was beginning to change immensely... Thinking of tourturous ways to get back at them, thinking of 'fun' mind games to pull on them, and any other horrible fate she could think of for them. Durring her change she had found a highly talked about entity, most claiming fake, and another half claiming real, called "Slenderman." Fascinated with the FEAR everyone seemed to have of him she researched...and researched...and researched... up until the point of pure Obsession. While in school she'd draw the "Operator Symbol" wherever she could in order to calm herself down and to keep from rampaging like she wanted to so desperately. She did this throughout her sophomore year... Durring her Junior year her obsession wasn't as prominent, instead she had began to watch Saw movies, over and over again, pausing it ever so often to look closely at the screen and examine the traps. In class she'd draw her own versions of traps that she'd like to use, although she didn't think it would ever happen. One day her Art teacher had brought up a project that was to create your own mask. At first she actually had regular thoughts about the project, planning a creative and extravagent design for it... that was until she had a dream about it. She had dreamed of running through the woods, not running from anything, just running because she had to go somewhere... she didn't know where, she just needed to go there. Once she slowed, the very entity that she had been obsessing over for the past year suddenly appeared infront of her, then he disappeared and she saw a split second snapshot of herself... She was wearing all black... and the only source of color... was the bright orange mask covering her face. Durring the next few weeks she had permanently set herself on recreating that image. Perfecting her mask to match the one in her dream. Once finished, she was estatic to see it complete and showed her friends, teacher, and parents. Their reaction wasn't what she had hoped for... Instead of being excited like she was, they seemed... bored... unsatisfied... as if they were expecting MORE from her. What more did they want? What was wrong with it?! IT WAS PERFECT!! Outraged she focused her mind on anything and everything that would be consitered feared by most. The dark, she learned to welcome it... Evil clowns, she learned to love them... Spirits, she learned to embrace their presence... ANYTHING just ANYTHING that was the most feared she embraced and turned her temporary fear into affection for them. Her senior year is when people FINALLY began to notice. All of her concealed rage and anxiety had made her hands begin to shake when she held them up. She was getting paler as time went by, avoiding the sun whenever possible. Her hands were cold to the touch, almost dead feeling. Her eyes got dark underneath them, she had turned herself nocturnal and being awake durring the day for school made her extreamely tired... Whom ever she met, misfortune and torment would follow them like a shadow. After some time people began to question her.. Constantly asking if she was alright, asking if she was tired, ASKING what was wrong with her. A student walked up to her and asked, "Do you want anything to help?" and she slowly looked up at the student... a feral glint in her eye along with torn up emotional torment was all captured into her intense glare, she started out quietly "I.. want.." and then she erupted with a loud yell, "SILEEENNCCEE!!!!" and within seconds she had whipped out a pocket knife and slit the students throat. Of course, this caused a series of screams from other students and her rage was further amplified. After about 5 minutes... everything was silent... There in the middle of the hall, was Sketchy, shaking like mad, surrounded by blood and bodies... "Just. Be. Quiet..." She said to noone in general and began to walk out. Upon leaving, she was met by about 5 or 6 police cars, and she calmly dropped her knife... held on to her mask... and smiled.
Reason why sent: Slaughtered her highschool.
Weapons of choice: Pocket knife, traps, and occationally surgeon tools.
Relationships within the asylum: None
Powers and weaknesses (Don't godmod here!!!): Has hypermobility, quick and light-footed, and skilled swimmer. Sun and bright lights harm her eyes, hot temperatures cause her to become dizzy and possibly pass out (which is why she is always drenched, so she doesn't over-heat), and has anxiety and is sensitive to noise other than music.
I hope I didn't go too over-board with the history thing xD I had so many ideas flowing through my head at the moment lolz
Name: Carla Owens (Patients call her Sketchy)
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Appearance: Stands 5'7", very slender to the point that most would think she'd snap in half if squeezed to tight, wears all black clothing consisting of skinny jeans, boots, thin jacket with the hood up, leather gloves, and the only colorful thing she wears is her mask which is neon orange with a wicked jagged jack-o-lantern smile, black eyes that appear to have a black substance seeping out, and two small horns at the top with black tips and appears to also have black liquid seeping from the base of them. Her hair dangles around her mask in thin and thick wet black locks to give off an extra creepy effect. Her entire body also is constantly drenched in cold water.
Personality: Very sly, mischeivous, and sadistic. If people question her about her distaste for mankind she'll most likely reply- "Humans are utterly WORTHLESS until proven otherwise. Until then, I refuse to have any sympathy for them..." She has a great fascination with surgery, experimentation, and life-threatening mind games or puzzles. Also claims to see the "beauty and art" in various horrifying things, such as the traps used in the Saw movie series. Has a great dislike for the sun or anything relatively bright and hot, but has a high liking towards UV lighting, chill temperatures, thunder storms/rain, and water. Tends to lurk around, giving off a creepy vibe.
Background Info (Like history or past): Durring highschool is when she had started to "see the truth." The first thing that had began to trigger her dark thoughts was her Algebra teacher. She had known how to do Algebra before, but the way he taught it just didn't stick and when she'd have to answer he'd practically make fun of her, which in turn caused the other classmates to join in. Even if she were having a small conversation with her few friends just to loosen up, the teacher and a few students would shout "CORNER!!" due to the fact that they all sat in the back corner to avoid getting called upon to answer problems. After that year was over, her mind was beginning to change immensely... Thinking of tourturous ways to get back at them, thinking of 'fun' mind games to pull on them, and any other horrible fate she could think of for them. Durring her change she had found a highly talked about entity, most claiming fake, and another half claiming real, called "Slenderman." Fascinated with the FEAR everyone seemed to have of him she researched...and researched...and researched... up until the point of pure Obsession. While in school she'd draw the "Operator Symbol" wherever she could in order to calm herself down and to keep from rampaging like she wanted to so desperately. She did this throughout her sophomore year... Durring her Junior year her obsession wasn't as prominent, instead she had began to watch Saw movies, over and over again, pausing it ever so often to look closely at the screen and examine the traps. In class she'd draw her own versions of traps that she'd like to use, although she didn't think it would ever happen. One day her Art teacher had brought up a project that was to create your own mask. At first she actually had regular thoughts about the project, planning a creative and extravagent design for it... that was until she had a dream about it. She had dreamed of running through the woods, not running from anything, just running because she had to go somewhere... she didn't know where, she just needed to go there. Once she slowed, the very entity that she had been obsessing over for the past year suddenly appeared infront of her, then he disappeared and she saw a split second snapshot of herself... She was wearing all black... and the only source of color... was the bright orange mask covering her face. Durring the next few weeks she had permanently set herself on recreating that image. Perfecting her mask to match the one in her dream. Once finished, she was estatic to see it complete and showed her friends, teacher, and parents. Their reaction wasn't what she had hoped for... Instead of being excited like she was, they seemed... bored... unsatisfied... as if they were expecting MORE from her. What more did they want? What was wrong with it?! IT WAS PERFECT!! Outraged she focused her mind on anything and everything that would be consitered feared by most. The dark, she learned to welcome it... Evil clowns, she learned to love them... Spirits, she learned to embrace their presence... ANYTHING just ANYTHING that was the most feared she embraced and turned her temporary fear into affection for them. Her senior year is when people FINALLY began to notice. All of her concealed rage and anxiety had made her hands begin to shake when she held them up. She was getting paler as time went by, avoiding the sun whenever possible. Her hands were cold to the touch, almost dead feeling. Her eyes got dark underneath them, she had turned herself nocturnal and being awake durring the day for school made her extreamely tired... Whom ever she met, misfortune and torment would follow them like a shadow. After some time people began to question her.. Constantly asking if she was alright, asking if she was tired, ASKING what was wrong with her. A student walked up to her and asked, "Do you want anything to help?" and she slowly looked up at the student... a feral glint in her eye along with torn up emotional torment was all captured into her intense glare, she started out quietly "I.. want.." and then she erupted with a loud yell, "SILEEENNCCEE!!!!" and within seconds she had whipped out a pocket knife and slit the students throat. Of course, this caused a series of screams from other students and her rage was further amplified. After about 5 minutes... everything was silent... There in the middle of the hall, was Sketchy, shaking like mad, surrounded by blood and bodies... "Just. Be. Quiet..." She said to noone in general and began to walk out. Upon leaving, she was met by about 5 or 6 police cars, and she calmly dropped her knife... held on to her mask... and smiled.
Reason why sent: Slaughtered her highschool.
Weapons of choice: Pocket knife, traps, and occationally surgeon tools.
Relationships within the asylum: None
Powers and weaknesses (Don't godmod here!!!): Has hypermobility, quick and light-footed, and skilled swimmer. Sun and bright lights harm her eyes, hot temperatures cause her to become dizzy and possibly pass out (which is why she is always drenched, so she doesn't over-heat), and has anxiety and is sensitive to noise other than music.
I hope I didn't go too over-board with the history thing xD I had so many ideas flowing through my head at the moment lolz
