Name: Erik Fieldson

Gender: Male

Age: 17

Length of Stay: Erik has spent one month at this facility and has another two months to go.

Illness: Narcissistic Personality Disorder

Incident: He got into a fight with a teacher at his school when he was not given the top score in the class on an examination. Erik accused the teacher of being envious of his obvious brilliance and deliberately working against him. The teacher was rather elderly and suffered some fairly severe damage in the attack.

Appearance:

Erik has a somewhat muscular frame gained more for aesthetic value than any particular desire for strength or goal. He is extremely meticulous in personal grooming and is always clean shaven. His is rather handsome and has green eyes. He has medium length brown hair with its style taken from the most recent men's fashion magazine as such his hair style tends to change rather often. He wears exclusively long sleeved clothing, as he has a 3 inch crescent shaped scar on the top of his forearm sustained from a childhood injury. While the scar has faded with time and is not particularly noticeable, Erik has a difficult time dealing with the "flaw" on his body.

Personality: Erik starts off being very personable and friendly to the new people he meets, but the more you get to know him the more obvious his arrogance and self centered nature tend to come through. He is also somewhat manipulative as he attempts to use people to his own benefit. That being said there is no genuine malice in his actions, he simply does what is best for him and does not particularly care about how his actions affect others. Summarized into a few traits, he is charming, arrogant, self-centered, and struggles with true empathy.

Likes: Praise, being in the limelight, sweet foods, and journaling (when asked he enjoys saying that many successful people across history have done the same).

Dislikes: Criticism, being upstaged, perceived disrespect of anything, and not fond of sour things.

Sexuality: Straight

bio: Erik's parents divorced when he was about the age of three. He lived with his mother most of the time usually seeing his father for one weekend every month, though his father attempted to see him more often. His mother praised Erik constantly for in her eyes he could do no wrong. The pattern continued into his developmental years, adolescence, and early teenage years always being told how special he was. Any obstacles in his path were either dealt with quickly by his mother or he was taken away from them. However, his mother began using narcotics and his father seized the opportunity to regain custody of Erik. Erik for his part has always vehemently denied any wrongdoing on the part of his mother and continually got into fights with his father about not being supportive enough of him or caring enough about him. All in all, Erik had several behavioral issues at home with his father and when the latest incident happened at school with his teacher, his father worked out a deal that sent Erik to the Group Home thinking it would be best for him. His mother continually contacts Erik with promises to regain custody and to get him out of the Group Home. Erik believes her.

Extra: Initially well liked among the staff as he attempted to charm them, but has begun to grate on their nerves constantly asking to see the "main boss" of the Group Home and acting more arrogant towards them. He has had some excessive outbursts. Erik always tries to befriend any new people that come through the home to use for his own purposes.

Name: Madeline Rose Danvers

Gender:female

Age: 16

Length of stay:Madeline has been at the group home for 2 weeks. She has at least 5 and a half months left.

Illness: Obsessive compulsive disorder

Incident: One night her parents were having an argument, as they often did, she ran into their room and attempted to stop them. Her father not realizing she was there, went to hit her mother and when Madeline got in the way, hit her instead. Madeline seemed to snap and started to hit her father until he overpowered her. She spent the rest of that night in the bathroom scrubbing at her hands until they were raw. At school the next day when her best friend asked her about the bruise on her face and her hands, she started to scream at her in the middle of class and then ran out of the room. She went to the bathroom and started to wash and scrub her hands until they started to bleed. A teacher happened to walk in before she did too much damage and called her parents. Her parents told her that they wanted her to see a councilor but she refused. She spent an awkward night with her parents and the next day, her parents told her that she needed to get help for her many issues and decided to send her to a group home to work on these problems as a last resort.

Appearance: She is about 5'6 and 135 lbs. She has reddish hair and brown eyes. She has a slight build and looks like a doll. She is not well developed yet and most see her as being younger than her real age. She has more of a swimmers build but without the defined muscle tone although she is strong.

Personality: She tends to be withdrawn and quiet and hates to be in the limelight. She is sometimes snarky when she is cornered and tends to anger quickly. She holds a grudge until the end of time. She is often alone but longs to be close to others although fears it at the same time.

Likes: Music, Order, Control, Rain, writing in her journal.

Dislikes: Chaos, rudeness, lack of control, stupidity.

Sexuality: Straight but is bi curious and can appreciate the female form. Has never had a boyfriend.

Bio: Madeline was the only child of two workaholics. Her parents had gotten married during college but only because her mom had gotten pregnant. While they did love her, they didn't show her much affection. Her parents were always arguing and what little time they did have for her were spent either in criticism of her behavior or aloof interest. Madeline was always an odd girl and she was nervous about most things. As a young child she had several imaginary friends and would blame them for her obsessive incidents such as rearranging things at peoples houses they visited or throwing away things that did not match out of her parents closet. She was obsessive about things matching, things being turned the proper way and finishing a sentence. These were just a few of her quirks that drove her friends crazy. She tended to not have many friends and with her erratic behavior was slowly alienating the ones she did have. She was slowly becoming more and more antisocial and depressed.

Extra: Being at the group home was both a relief and hell or Madeline. She was happy to get away from her parents and their arguing and criticism, but hated not having control over most things. She was not too good at reading others and so far had not allowed herself to get close to anyone at the home. She tried to remain apart from the others whenever she could unless forced to interact. Although she had already been in some of the rooms of the others and made some minor rearrangements until the staff made her stop.

Name:
Teres Wratherton

Gender:
Female

Age:
18

Length of Stay:
Just arrived. Two whole months to go.

Illness:
Teres has been incorrectly diagnosed with Dissociative identity disorder (previously known as multiple personality disorder).

Incident:
The last few days had been such an unbelievable blur, a maelstrom of shouting, crying, pleading and confusion. Lots of confusion. Teres went to class just like she always did, sure it was her birthday too, but it didn't mean she was allowed the day off school. It was actually a pretty good day (Maths class with that dickhead Mr Garbutt sucked, but then it always does) and by the time the end of the day came she was eager to get home and start to get ready for her party - it was supposed to have been an amazing night. Just as she was leaving the main school building she suddenly realised she didn't have her coat, or rather more importantly she didn't have her phone which she'd left in the pocket of her coat in her last class. Fortunately for her the coat and phone had been exactly where she left them and she'd sighed a deep sigh of relief and had picked them up. As she started to leave she suddenly noticed how few people there were when moments ago there had been so many. As she started to ponder this fact she remembers feeling a little dizzy almost as a firm hand had swiftly patted her shoulder. Starting to turn around was the last thing she remembered before waking up in the hospital handcuffed to the bed with a stern faced police officer baring over her.
Turns out she had attacked a teacher in class before going on some kind of rampage grinning like a lunatic and assaulting some girl she didn't even know. So that was that. Well, that was the beginning of a long and frustrating chain of events beginning with her police interrogation, passing through her expulsion from the school, whizzing right by all of her friends avoiding her and ignoring her calls and texts, before finally landing somewhere around being diagnosed with Dissociative identity disorder and getting sent to some group home in California. Of course she'd tried to explain that it wasn't her, that she hadn't done anything and that she'd simply collapsed somewhere at school and it was all just a huge misunderstanding. 'Symptoms', is what the doctors had called these explanations, the police happy to listen to their 'expert opinions' (plus the countless supposed eye witnesses didn't exactly help). But there you had it, she was officially crazy. Now she has to stay for two whole months surrounded by the real crazy people and doctors who would want to poke and prod and 'treat' this supposed disorder.

Well jokes on them, or so she thought. She'd only have to stay there for two months, grin and bear it and she'd be allowed back to her old life and she'd be able to explain to her friends what had really happened and everything would go back to normal...

Appearance:

Stunningly piercing eyes, a warm friendly smile, flowing mahogany hair - these are just a few of the things her friends may have said about her before the incident. Teres had been frequently told that she was a little tall for a girl, coming in at about 6ft and being naturally quite thin and lithe - she used to be little conscientious about her height, but that was before she got older and 'filled out' to put it one way. Her height and lengthy legs now being more of a point of confidence she carried herself well, confident and happy.
Now she has dark bags under her eyes and seems to have lost the spring in her step. It's quite astonishing really how much mental change can effect ones appearance, though it's evident in her current state that Teres is both sleep deprived and suffering a number of side effects from the new course of meds currently running through her system.

Personality:
Teres is, or rather was a very carefree but focused girl. She seemed to have a relaxed and easygoing nature that others just liked and were naturally attracted to (for the most part anyway). She hardly argued with her friends or caused problems with anyone in authority, generally being liked by everyone who knew her. To her closest friends she was a little more open, joking and sometimes even rebellious in nature, but she always knew where to draw the line or cut her losses and apologise for whatever it was that she had done. It's not that she didn't have strong views or opinions, it was just that she never seemed to strongly feel the need to make others share in those views, always preferring to either just get along or avoid those individuals she clashed badly with. When she was younger she had an unquenchable thirst for knowledge, always reading a history book or some magazine about some country across the globe - as she matured and grew into her late teens she developed more 'varied' interests, occasionally drinking or even smoking with her friends - though never anything too wild or out of control, she always knew when to say no or make up an excuse to leave.

Likes:
Social events
History and information
TV series

Dislikes:
Conflict/Confrontation
Rude/aggressive/arrogant people
Doctors

Sexuality:
Straight (for the most part)

Bio:
Teres was born during a terrible storm, the hospital even losing power as thunder cracked overhead and the wind raged fiercely. Unaware to her, her mother died giving birth to her leaving her father heartbroken and as he saw it 'alone'. He struck a bargain, the details of which are known only to him and the foul creature whom answered his pleas. Teres lived what she had always thought was a perfectly normal life, never seeming to notice how sometimes very rarely a person or two seemed to be terrified of her, or never really thinking about why it was that all cats seemed to hate her with a passion. Her family was pretty much an average well to do household (demonic pacts aside), Teres growing up as what her mother proudly had boasted a wonderful little girl. She excelled at school and had lots of friends, even continuing to do so at High school as she continued to get older.

Her teenage years were a little rougher, though compared to most of her friends she was really quite tame and did little to get into any real trouble. "Such a beautiful young woman" had beamed her mother across the dinner table on the morning of her eighteenth birthday, neither of them noticing her father's brief frown as they ate their breakfasts in happy bliss of the events that would unfold later that day.

Since then things have actually been pretty awful at home, her parents yelling and screaming at each other. She'd never seen her dad so angry as he had been then, never seen her mother more upset. It was almost like they believed it wasn't her fault, but still constantly fought about it. Of course she had no idea of the real reason behind her father's black mood.

Hopefully things will go back to normal after she gets back from California.

Name: Michael Peter Castle

Gender: Male

Age: 17

Length of Stay: He has been in here for two months,He has two more months to go.
Illness: schizophrenia

Incident: Cut both his wrist during a episode.

Appearance: detailed description, picture also required. Anime picture only Michael has dark blonde hair that rest near his ears,Dark blue eyes that seem to be pierces your soul. Standing at 5'6 and weighting in at 152 pounds of mostly muscles, Since he had cut his wrists he had a hand puppet to cover the cut,with the other hand he wears a hand band to cover the other scar. Usually he wears a white shirt and pants with dark brown shoes and pink socks.


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Personality: both how they act normally or at their own home if those two are different. How he acts normally is rather strange speaking to himself or when speaking to other people he will speak with his puppet and speak to him as if he was a real person. At times he likes to speak riddles mostly to himself but at times to other people. He likes to make up his own little world that he could play in imaging this world he could explore in.

Likes: His dog puppet, Chocolate, and Music.

Dislikes: Arrogant people, Authority, and Cats.

Sexuality: Straight

bio: Michael was born into a upper middle class family and to loving parents, He was the youngest of four children and in turn felt alone and had many imaginary friends. Because of this he was isolated form his peers and only hung out with his imaginary friends, When he started to go into high school he tried to make friend but was made fun of by his peers making him depressed. At the age of 14 he cut both his wrists and was sent to the place where he is now with his dog hand puppet that lets him cope with his life.

Extra: None.