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Sketchy jumped back when the masked man suddenly grabbed a piece of shattered glass, her clothes making slight sloshing noises from the water still contained in them. She held herself in a defensive position and kept her gaze on him. She noticed that he had mishandled it and the cut seemed to have calmed him momentarily.

"I am awake... I can see... I am not blind like they are..."

Sketchy watched as he drug the glass shard across the wall as a warning.

"Awaken them... Make them see... They NEED to see... They NEED to wake up...! But it is difficult... difficult indeed..."

She relaxed her defensive pose a bit.

"I have tried before... None have woke up... None could see... It is difficult..."

Sketchy watched the piece of glass in his hand, her anxiety rising a bit. She clenched her hands into fists and the leather on her gloves slightly pinched her skin and then she relaxed them again. She then began to think about how people feared pain, feared sharp things, she tilted her head while staring at the glass... Her defensive pose suddenly relaxed completely and she stood regularly again. Fear gone completely.

"What do you desire...?
Sketchy slightly jumped at the sudden presence of a man wearing a blue mask directly infront of her. Black eyes of their masks perfectly across from one another.

"What do you desire? Speak quick or be dead."

Her head tilted slightly at his question, her black wet hair sticking to her mask a bit. She didn't really desire anything. Or did she? She couldn't quite tell. This one was different. He wasn't loud. He wasn't too hostile. He just seemed... Awake... Unlike everyone else she had known that seemed brainwashed by society. Everyone she had known seemed utterly blind to her... Fearing so many things... Maybe he was just as awake as she was... Seeing the things that people feared as something to be embraced instead of afraid of.

"Are you awake too...? Do you see as I do...?"

Sketchy's right hand shook a bit in anxiety. She hoped that he wasn't asleep or blind like everyone else. She was tired of being the only one who was awake. Maybe she did desire something... A friend maybe... She just didn't know...
Name: Mienko Aramka
Chumhandle: clownishDoom
Age: 7.8 sweeps (sooo pretty much 18 human years I think)
Gender: Female
Species: Troll
Blood colour: Purple
Powers: A ritual that runs in her family's bloodline. If she has a strong enough connection with a dead troll or human (example: Moirail or flush crush, something with great emotional ties) if that person was murdered, the ritual heals the dead troll/human's wounds, thus bringing them back to life, and the wounds then transfer to the murderer, thus killing the murderer and still keeping the balance of life. (I'll write a more detailed description on this later, I've been working on this character for a few months now lol its supposed to be my trollself xD)
Typing Style: talks in all lowercase, BUT WILL OFTEN SWITCH TO CAPS, AnD dUrRiNg ThE rItUaL sHe TaLkS lIkE tHiS iN hEr OwN lAnGuAgE.
Personality: Voodoo, clowns, video games, and horses.
Strife Specibus: hornkind (uses her bike horn to send off loud sound waves at the enemy)
Classpect: Theif of Rage
Dream moon: Derse
Awakened?: I think I'm still sleeping
Land: Land of Candles and Gravestones
There's my CS, I wouldn't mind doing another one of my characters o-o
Holy hell I am so frikkin interested xD Homestuck is epic. I cosplayed as Gamzee Makara with my moirail last year lolz it was awesome. I'll post my CS as soon as possible ^-^
"Miss Owens, its time to wake up."
Silence..
"Miss Owens?"
Silence..
With a sigh the guard walked up further to the heavy metal door and moved the slot located on the door to peer through into the cell.
"Miss Owens. I said its time to get up!"
Squinting the guard could just barely see Sketchy's black figure floating in the cold pool of water that was made for her so that she wouldn't pass out constantly, or even die from over-heating. The pool was about 8 to 9 foot deep, enough to keep her occupied when bored and enough to cover her entire body without effort. The cell was dark, no windows, and no regular lights due to the fact that regular lighting harmed her eyes. The only lighting within the room was a small UV lightbulb hanging from the roof. From what the guard could see, she either didn't have her mask on at the time, or her face was turned away from the direction of the guard.
"Miss Owens!"
She didn't move.
Frustrated, the guard unlocked the door to the cell and opened it up. He was greeted with a gust of bone chilling air that temporarily took his breath away. Regaining his breath he took two steps into the cell, already getting half his boots wet.
"Miss Owens! I said its time to Get. UP!"
....
"Shut the door..."
The guard's heart suddenly jumped with fear upon realising that she was indeed awake. How long had she been awake? The guard swallowed nervously and slowly shut the door. Everyone in the asylum knew Sketchy didn't like specific loud noises. Voices was one of the main ones, which was why the guard was nervous, he had been yelling at her. If she was already awake, and he was yelling, how angered is she at the moment? The guard cleared his throat and took in a shakey breath.
"Miss Owens, its time to go eat breakfast."
"I know.."
Sketchy's head suddenly turned over and her mask was clear to see. She was staring at the guard, the guard was now afraid. She let out a sigh and her body sunk into the dark water, disappearing. Even her mask wasn't visible when the water engulfed her.
"Oh god NO!!!"
The guard turned to run but slipped and lost his footing on the wet ground. His body tumbled and fell into the icey cold water. The guard was momentarily stunned by the temperature of the water, struggling to figure out which way was up. He couldn't hear anything under the water's surface, the only thing he could hear was his blood pumping and the swishes from his arms and legs thrashing in the water. Everything was black.
"Mmff!!!"
A sudden pressure was applied to his throat. It began to squeeze his windpipe like a feral anaconda. Tightening with every second. He clasped his hand over the pressure to find that a gloved hand was the thing squeezing his throat. He thrashed around to try to wiggle out of Sketchy's grip, but she was strong. Within seconds he was suddenly lifted out of the water by his throat and Sketchy's masked face was directly infront of his.
"You're too loud... So much noise you make..."
She brought his face closer to hers, still keeping a tight grip on his throat.
"I. Don't. Like it..!"
"Plea-"
Snap
...
Silence..
Sketchy released her grip and the guard's body fell limp into the water. She grabbed his leg and began to drag his lifeless corpse out of the pool. Once she reached the metal door, she quickly slung his body out into the hallway. It hit the wall and landed on the ground with a soft whump. Sketchy walked out into the hall and shut the metal door behind her to keep the cool air inside. Sighing, she began to walk down the hallway with her hands in her drenched jacket's pockets. She lightly growled to herself in annoyance at the harsh lighting, even though her mask had black fabric over the eye-holes to give some protection, it still bothered her. Sketchy jumped at the sudden loud crashing noise sounding from a different hallway. Moments later the lights flickered and shut off.
"Odd..."
She said to herself and half-heartedly smiled at the comfort of the dark now surrounding her. She continued to walk and her boots made light tapping and sloshing noises as they collided with the tile floor. She shifted a bit uncomfortably, beginning to feel the loss of the cold air, luckily her wet clothing provided her with enough coldness to keep her steady. It usually took about a few hours for her cold clothing to begin to shift to room temperatures, once that begins to happen she'd go to her room and swim for a bit, or find an equally cold room so her clothes would chill once again. As Sketchy turned into another hallway, also dark from the lights being shut off, she noticed that one light was utterly shattered and pieces of glass were on the floor.
"Hm. I'm not the only one all the way back here then... Makes sense that I've never noticed... I don't tend to listen much...."
She said half to herself, half to whom ever was listening. She thought she was the only one back in the cells where guards didn't ever want to go, but apparently she was wrong.
"You don't seem like the loud type..."
Sketchy couldn't see anyone, but she didn't mind talking to those she couldn't see. She glanced back a few feet, finally noticing the scent of blood comming through her mask and noticed a cell open with a pool of blood seeping out. She lightly laughed.
"I think I like you already...
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
Hey is anyone else going to Comic Con in Saint Louis???!!!! I'm going to be cosplaying as Harley Quinn with my family, my little brother is being Riddler, my mother is being Poison Ivy, and my dad (hopefully) is being Bane!! WHOO BATMAN VILLAINS!!!!! Sadly we don't have a Joker, but oh well, I bet there might be a few there that I can talk with xD


So yeah, anyone else going???????????????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wow this is cool. I'm interested xD
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