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[b]Name:[/b] Ezra Pinkerton
[b]Age:[/b] 19
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Sexual Orientation/Preference:[/b] Bisexual, with an inclination towards men.
[b]Mental Illness/Disorder/Etcetera:[/b] Borderline Personality Disorder, Psychosis

[b]Personality:[/b] To describe Ezra as abrasive would be the understatement of the century. Inwardly self-destructive and outwardly misanthropic, the people he talks to often find themselves put off by his hostility. He doesn't abide by the rules, he doesn't play fairly, and he certainly doesn't let anyone think they can get one up on him. Ezra considers himself the alpha dog in any situation he's in, but when faced with truly confident or successful people, he can become flustered and defensive, lashing out with increasingly nonsensical insults. Despite that, Ezra is a capable manipulator when he needs to be, and has a knack for controlling people to get what he wants.

He’s very often obsessive about the things he does, the things he thinks about, and the people he chooses to follow. If he likes something, chances are he'll let you know it, and if he doesn't, well, he's never been shy about voicing his opinion in that matter as well. Try as he might, he's never really had the best poker face in the world, and it tends to give him away more than not. Ezra is hard to like, much less to love, but underneath the layers of barbed distrust and anger, lies a young man deeply frustrated by his condition.

[b]Appearance:[/b] With a height of 5’7”, weighing in at around 135 pounds, Ezra isn’t exactly the most imposing of figures. It doesn’t help that he never stands up straight, either. His posture is terrible; shoulders rolled forward, knees bent, hands inside his pockets. No matter how many hours of sleep he gets a night, it’s always fitful, as evident by the dark circles under his watery, blue eyes. There is an unhealthy pallor to his skin, even more so than usual, after a year spent in Remmington. This, combined with his lanky, blonde hair, gives him an overall appearance that would be best described as "washed out". Unless he is fully comfortable in his surroundings, he is usually unsmiling. It’s not difficult to notice the way he suspiciously eyes people, watching their every move like a caged animal.

[b]History/Background Info.:[/b] Ezra grew up in Bethesda, Maryland, the youngest child to a wealthy businessman and his beautiful wife. The Pinkertons, as one of the primary shipping magnates in North America, were, and continue to be, one of the richest and most influential names from the continent. From the day he was born, Ezra had everything he wanted handed to him on a silver platter. To outsiders, his life was enviable. But behind closed doors, things were quite different.

Ezra’s parents were far too busy with work to deal with a child, and so tended to leave him and his siblings in the care of a nanny. This detachment between parent and child, perhaps, was why Ezra’s unusual behaviour went undetected. People never seemed to like staying around Ezra for long; his carers had a curious habit of never lasting more than a month at a time - the frequency and intensity of his sometimes self-destructive tantrums driving them away from the Pinkerton estate. Shrugging it off as the unreliability of the working class, Ezra’s parents turned a blind eye to these so-called [i]“episodes”[/i]. As far as they were concerned, there was nothing wrong with him - well, apart from being spoilt rotten, that is.

For years, the behaviour Ezra displayed was simply swept under the rug. After all, it simply wouldn’t do to have the prestigious Pinkerton name sullied, would it? Still, it was only a matter of time until things came to a head. Slowly but surely, Ezra’s psyche began to turn on him. As with all things, it started out small. Shadows lurking at the edge of his vision, the occasional whisper at the back of his mind. At first, he couldn’t tell whether or not it was just his imagination - but these symptoms only worsened as time went by. Soon, Ezra began suffering from full-blown episodes of catatonia, and it was only then that his parents started to worry.

After multiple trips to the psychiatrist, it seemed like they had finally pinned down just what was wrong with Ezra. Diagnosed with BPD and Psychosis, he was sent home with nothing more than a bottle of mood stabilisers and antipsychotics. But then, barely a month later - that was when things spiralled out of control. The night before his eighteenth birthday, something in him snapped. Convinced that his entire family was out to get him, he retrieved a knife from the kitchen, fully intending to carve up everyone in the house before they could do anything to hurt him. Fortunately, however, Ezra’s plans were stopped in his tracks when the knife was wrestled away from him by his first target - his father.

Despite their earlier reservations, Ezra’s parents finally realised what they had to do. In a situation like this, seeking professional help would no doubt be the best course of action. Thus, after an extensive round of perusal and vetting, they finally settled on Remmington’s Angels. Whether or not Mr. and Mrs. Pinkerton were aware of the rumours surrounding the facility is anyone’s guess, but two things were for sure - it keeps their son out of the public eye, and their reputation spotless.

[b]Favorites/Interests/Hobbies:[/b] Cigarettes. They’re one of the only things that calm him down, but he finds it nigh impossible to get his hands on any in Remmington.

[b]Other/Special:[/b] Ezra is [i]terrified[/i] of dogs. Whilst he isn't going to run screaming when he sees a chihuahua or corgi, anything larger is enough to scare the living daylights out of him.[/hider]

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[hider=Gregory “Gregg” Smith][center][img]http://i1148.photobucket.com/albums/o567/flaywright/Gregg_zpsf2bjli6w.jpg[/img][/center]

[b]Name:[/b] (Scientist) Gregory “Gregg” Smith
[b]Age:[/b] 33
[b]Gender:[/b] Male
[b]Sexual Orientation/Preference:[/b] Homosexual [i](closeted)[/i]

[b]Personality:[/b] Whatever one might be led to believe, Gregory Smith is an extremely passionate, and emotional person. When he truly takes interest in something (or someone), he puts all of himself into it, and momentarily forgets about everything else. This, however, lends him quite the unfortunate combination of bullheadedness and impatience. He’s always been like that, ever since he was a young boy - clinging to his mother, and his friends. But when he is confronted with an authority figure, this facet of his personality seems to make a complete, 180° change. In situations like these, Gregg becomes something of a pushover, craving any kind of acceptance he can get from his superiors. Which is kind of ironic, considering his stature.

[b]Appearance:[/b] Gregg stands at a solid 6’0”, weighing in at about 172 pounds. With broad shoulders and an angular face, everything about him is thick - from his arms, down to his legs. Most of the time, he is clean shaven, but on particularly long and tiring work days, a five o'clock shadow can be seen. Plain, white dress shirts, and dark slacks are his go-to choice for work attire.

[b]History/Background Info.:[/b] Gregory follows the typical story of a child generally ignored throughout his early school years. Often disappearing into the back of the classroom, teachers rarely noticed him - unless they were reprimanding him for minor misdemeanours. Still, he always seemed a tad different from his peers. Gregg never did fare well in strictly structured classroom settings, and appeared to catch onto material just a hair slower than those around him. All the same, he read avidly, and he proved quite an intelligent child, in his own way.

Gregg was always told by his father that he needed to be what he called a ‘man’s man’, by doing things like joining the football team, and treating girls like objects rather than people. And for most of his youth, that’s what he did, because he loved his father and wanted nothing more than to make him proud. If the things he was doing made him feel sick and empty, well, that was the price he was willing to pay for praise from his old man that was way too caught up in his delusions of the American Dream. It wasn’t until he got to university, when his father could no longer check up on what he was doing, that he stopped acting the way he had so diligently acted for his whole life. He secretly switched his major from Law to Biology with the blessing of his mother, leaving his father in the dark until he’d finished all of his schooling. While he wasn’t exactly disowned by his family after that, Gregg would no longer be invited around for dinner.

In the end, he graduated with a major in Biology and a minor in Psychology, and then went on to grad and post-grad school for his doctorate, earning that at age thirty-one. Beyond that, he honestly hadn’t planned very well, but he does say that joining this particular line of work had never actually crossed his mind. And truth be told, he’s still hard pressed to explain how he ended up at Remmington’s.


[b]Favorites/Interests/Hobbies:[/b] Outside of work, he likes to read up on the works of Nietzsche and Freud. (He's a pseudo-psychologist, like that.)

[b]Other/Special:[/b] Gregg has some reservations about Dr. Remmington’s unusual and sometimes cruel methods, but he isn’t sure if it would be wise to speak up about it. On the other hand, however, he’s the one in the facility who supplies Ezra with cigarettes. And while he’d never admit it to anyone else, he’s actually grown quite fond of the nineteen year-old.[/hider]