Post by tamina on Mar 2, 2011 16:39:00 GMT -5
maryse triano adalie
never though that you would take what is mine
never thought that you would steal so devine
never though I would be hunting you down
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AND I THROW MY HEART BACK TO THE OCEAN
nicknames: reese
sex: female
age: fifteen
birthday: febuary seventh
grade: sophomore
orientation: heterosexual
diagnosis: leave blank
problem: mood disorders; level 5.
masochism, bi-polar disorder, major depressive disorder, brief psychotic disorder, intermittent explosive disorder, post traumatic stress
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BUT IT DON'T GO FAR, IT COME BACK FLOATING
BUT IT DON'T GO FAR, IT COME BACK FLOATING
eyes: blue
face: feminine facial features, oval face, high eyes, small nose, full lips
body: short stature (5"3 ft.) lean, long legs, small bust, narrow waist, slightly athletic build
fashion: clothes worn in a revealing fashion, extravagant clothing and outlandish styles.
playby: brabara palvin
overall: she looks much younger than she actually is, with a face innocent and quiet. she is the perfect example of a "devil in disguise"
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AND I WATCH IT WASH UP WITH THE DEAD FISH
AND I WATCH IT WASH UP WITH THE DEAD FISH
dislikes: other girls, hospitals, long hallways, small spaces, cigarette smoke, doctors, cowards, shy people, silence, not being in control, being laughed at
strengths: academically intelligent, calculating things, social, humorous, influencing others, fluent english and french, dancing, playing violin
weaknesses: unpredictable, mocking, perverted, sadistic, chronically lonely, mentally unstable, unable to withstand pressure
secrets: she's afraid of men (grown men)
worst memory: being molested by her father
best memory: getting revenge on him and all men like him
desires: to be desired, not so much as a lover but as a child to a parent.
someone she can trust
someone to "break her free"
pet peeves: people who chew loudly or with their mouths open
modesty
overall:
Maryse is fiery and unpredictable. Her moods switch in seconds and it isn't hard for her to get angry, even if it's for nothing. She is thoroughly disturbed and seemingly broken beyond repair. Everything she needs to rehabilitate is never given to her because of the danger she poses. She is smart and is able to figure things out on her own, her focus is intense and her persistence is infamous.
On medication, she proves to be a little more harmless. She has a sarcastic nature and good sense of humour, though at times her entertainment takes dark curves. She's very sensitive and fragile, often taking things to heart more than she should. She hates being alone and often uses her body to get the company she craves for. Only her therapists seem to know what really lies underneath the disorders that make her rage.
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BUT IT AIN'T QUITE DEAD, IT JUST IS LIKE THIS
BUT IT AIN'T QUITE DEAD, IT JUST IS LIKE THIS
franqois adalie
siblings: n/a
other relatives: none actively participant in her life
history:
Maryse, born in Quebec, Canada, was an angel child. She was highly intelligent and very beautiful inside and out. Her parents were average citizens and her childhood upbringing was normal. It became her downfall at age nine when her father started molesting her behind her mothers back. It went unnoticed for five years, due to forced silence on Maryse's part and the profound threats on her fathers. At age fourteen, she held her father at gun point, binding him with ropes and assaulting him repeatedly until her mother came home and called to police.
She was sent to military school for her actions, but within the school, the other kids and even some of the teachers there started messing with her. She stayed in school for barely three months before being expelled after threatening to blow up the school, holding a lighter to a water heater. She returned home, crazy as can be, exploding into fits f anger at the littlest things sometimes and other times falling into near comatose states. At fifteen, Maryse ran away from home. She was found six months later and charged with twelve counts of assault, her victims usually men, were found stripped naked and beat with a baseball bat or with their hands mutilated in some form. One man was even found castrated, but all were alive and all were former sexual predators.
Since she was too young to be tried as an adult, Maryse was instead taken to Hawthorns in order to get some help.
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OH MY HEART, IT'S A HOUSE IN TORNADO
OH MY HEART, IT'S A HOUSE IN TORNADO
your age: 18
time zone: eastern
other characters: n/a
rp sample:
"It's real simple honey, all I want you to do is pretend to be a lady for a few hours."
Well, it seemed the daddy didn't know how lady-like she became. It was a shame that he couldn't see her now, stuck in such a place as this. An asylum.
Quick put her in a straight jacket, she might eat somebody.
Don't worry little kitties, I won't bite... Unless you pay me...
Gloria sat down on the check up table and for once, her body was completely silent. There was no burning hate, nor rage; lust to kill neither was there the burning, itching, throbbing thing screaming: sex! sex! sex! That was heaven in this hellhole and she wished only to keep it that way. Gloria looked up at the ceiling thinking of all the crap she had been through. Her mother said that she used to be the perfect child. It was funny that her perfectness turn out to be an OCD. The extreme need to be perfect.
Lucky mother got her blessings. Now where's my pay?
She locked a handful of her hair into her fingers and looked at them, nut-brown eyes scanning over the chestnut locks. Perhaps it was time for a new look. She didn't really like having hair too long anyway. She mostly kept it long for the men, they seemed to love to interlock their thick fingers into them in the moments of their own passion.
Gloria herself, though initiated by herself, felt nothing in those moments. She was finally convinced that men were lousy lovers and was surprised that she had not gone lesbian her whole life. She knew that the moment she did, she'd miss men too much. No point in changing now. Besides there was still a faint hope...
A really, REALLY, faint hope...
That her true love was out there. How would she be able to find him while in a psycho home, she had no idea. Perhaps there would be visiting hours one day and he'd suddenly show up with a whole bunch of roses.
Tch, stupid...
Gloria laid down on the examining table and looked up at the ceiling. Suddenly, she saw crimson everywhere. A giggle emerged from her. The blood was spreading and soon, so was her laughter. The more it rain, the harder she laughed until she was nearly guffawing herself to death in the silent and empty room.
She hated being alone. It was just too quiet without someone nearby. Gloria sat up, the wide grin of hysterical laughter still on her face as she looked around the room. Anything to entertain herself? Nope. Completely plain. Her smile faded and she stood on her feet. A second later, she was kicking at the wall. Gradually the kicks became more frequent until she was attacking the wall with a rage like no other. She did so for the next hour until she was tired out, then seeped to the floor; sweating like a dog. They had kept her to herself for too long in this room. They had forgotten to let her out again.
Just like a dog. Had to be let out for exercises. Just like a dog. She stood again and walked too the door, placing a hand upon the frame and peeking through the window. Where were they? A feeble knock on the door satisfied the last of her anxiety for now. Then she had the urge to knock three more times, then two more times, then once more. Stop!
She took a hold of her hand and went back to sit down. This was only supposed to be a cool down. Where the hell were the doctors to let her out of this room?
Gloria laid back down on the table and though of her beloved pets. She was sure that her mother had probably sold them off to somewhere. She never liked animals and had gotten them only because Gloria's therapist had said that it would be a good idea. It would be a good outlet for Gloria's emotions.
...Super...
Well, it seemed the daddy didn't know how lady-like she became. It was a shame that he couldn't see her now, stuck in such a place as this. An asylum.
Quick put her in a straight jacket, she might eat somebody.
Don't worry little kitties, I won't bite... Unless you pay me...
Gloria sat down on the check up table and for once, her body was completely silent. There was no burning hate, nor rage; lust to kill neither was there the burning, itching, throbbing thing screaming: sex! sex! sex! That was heaven in this hellhole and she wished only to keep it that way. Gloria looked up at the ceiling thinking of all the crap she had been through. Her mother said that she used to be the perfect child. It was funny that her perfectness turn out to be an OCD. The extreme need to be perfect.
Lucky mother got her blessings. Now where's my pay?
She locked a handful of her hair into her fingers and looked at them, nut-brown eyes scanning over the chestnut locks. Perhaps it was time for a new look. She didn't really like having hair too long anyway. She mostly kept it long for the men, they seemed to love to interlock their thick fingers into them in the moments of their own passion.
Gloria herself, though initiated by herself, felt nothing in those moments. She was finally convinced that men were lousy lovers and was surprised that she had not gone lesbian her whole life. She knew that the moment she did, she'd miss men too much. No point in changing now. Besides there was still a faint hope...
A really, REALLY, faint hope...
That her true love was out there. How would she be able to find him while in a psycho home, she had no idea. Perhaps there would be visiting hours one day and he'd suddenly show up with a whole bunch of roses.
Tch, stupid...
Gloria laid down on the examining table and looked up at the ceiling. Suddenly, she saw crimson everywhere. A giggle emerged from her. The blood was spreading and soon, so was her laughter. The more it rain, the harder she laughed until she was nearly guffawing herself to death in the silent and empty room.
She hated being alone. It was just too quiet without someone nearby. Gloria sat up, the wide grin of hysterical laughter still on her face as she looked around the room. Anything to entertain herself? Nope. Completely plain. Her smile faded and she stood on her feet. A second later, she was kicking at the wall. Gradually the kicks became more frequent until she was attacking the wall with a rage like no other. She did so for the next hour until she was tired out, then seeped to the floor; sweating like a dog. They had kept her to herself for too long in this room. They had forgotten to let her out again.
Just like a dog. Had to be let out for exercises. Just like a dog. She stood again and walked too the door, placing a hand upon the frame and peeking through the window. Where were they? A feeble knock on the door satisfied the last of her anxiety for now. Then she had the urge to knock three more times, then two more times, then once more. Stop!
She took a hold of her hand and went back to sit down. This was only supposed to be a cool down. Where the hell were the doctors to let her out of this room?
Gloria laid back down on the table and though of her beloved pets. She was sure that her mother had probably sold them off to somewhere. She never liked animals and had gotten them only because Gloria's therapist had said that it would be a good idea. It would be a good outlet for Gloria's emotions.
...Super...
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OH MY HEART, IT'S A HOUSE IN THE SKY IN THE EYE OF TORNADO
OH MY HEART, IT'S A HOUSE IN THE SKY IN THE EYE OF TORNADO
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