OP
RIVER DITTMAR
"I don't give a damn, except that I get bored sometimes when people tell me to act my age."
— Holden Caulfield
PSEUDOLOGIA FANTASTICA | EVIL | NOBODY MOVE, NOBODY GET HURT
Basic Information
Name
River Van Dittmar
| Age |
25
| Gender |
cisgender male
| Occupation |
Freelance writer (or he'll just mooch off of his friends; freeloading writer)
| Sexuality |
Undefined
| Relationship Status |
Single
| Education Level |
High school dropout; received GED at 20
In-Depth Appearance
| Appearance |
Most noticeable about River are his tattoos - suppose that's where we start. He has a myriad along his arms, forming 'sleeves': his first one is part Alkaline Trio (a band), and lots of other random incorporations, but mostly it forms a skull in a heart. There's a koala bear drinking Seagram’s 7 Crown whiskey, which was recent and purely out of impulse. He has an inverted cross, open for interpretation. The Misfits skull was his second tattoo, and the Danzig was his third (not to mention it was done messily by some addict at a party). He's got plenty of incompletes, but one that stands out most is his unfinished Batman tattoo, done by a friend. Then there's a matching Batman logo, which simply reminds him of his childhood as a comic book-obsessed kid. He's got Azrael, the avenging angel in the Batman: Knightfall series, that came in when [the series’ villain] Bane broke Bruce Wayne’s back. Finally, he's got song lyrics written all along his chest, collarbones, and hands, kind of cringey, but he constantly display them.
For someone who's actually quite sensitive, River obviously rocks the 'punk' look. He wears his hair long, jet-black, and with an undercut, so that only the front sweeps over his face. He has militant features, with a sharp and angular jawline, hollowed out from thin cheeks juxtaposed with prominent cheekbones. His nose is very feline, coming down straight and ending in a small point and nostrils, with one piercing on the right. His lips appear to be constantly curved at the very edges, only adding to how catlike he seems - presumably to look a little less innocuous, River has his bottom lip pierced. Most prominent, however, are his eyes, a very vibrant yet pale green, with sharply arched eyebrows looming over them in a constant furrow that makes him look pretty damn irritated all the time. From his face alone, you'd have guessed he was in high school still.
It could be argued that he's kind of wimpy figure tells that tale, too. Not in height - in fact, River stands at a ridiculous six foot three, which one wouldn't expect if they looked at his face alone - but in weight, where he seems unable to pack on any muscle or actual fat. He weighs 150 pounds, and the only muscle he has comes from roughhousing, only apparent on his upper arms and maybe his calves; otherwise, he has a thin, straight torso, with similarly shaped legs. He's not the intimidating kind of six-foot-three giant, that's for sure.
For someone who's actually quite sensitive, River obviously rocks the 'punk' look. He wears his hair long, jet-black, and with an undercut, so that only the front sweeps over his face. He has militant features, with a sharp and angular jawline, hollowed out from thin cheeks juxtaposed with prominent cheekbones. His nose is very feline, coming down straight and ending in a small point and nostrils, with one piercing on the right. His lips appear to be constantly curved at the very edges, only adding to how catlike he seems - presumably to look a little less innocuous, River has his bottom lip pierced. Most prominent, however, are his eyes, a very vibrant yet pale green, with sharply arched eyebrows looming over them in a constant furrow that makes him look pretty damn irritated all the time. From his face alone, you'd have guessed he was in high school still.
It could be argued that he's kind of wimpy figure tells that tale, too. Not in height - in fact, River stands at a ridiculous six foot three, which one wouldn't expect if they looked at his face alone - but in weight, where he seems unable to pack on any muscle or actual fat. He weighs 150 pounds, and the only muscle he has comes from roughhousing, only apparent on his upper arms and maybe his calves; otherwise, he has a thin, straight torso, with similarly shaped legs. He's not the intimidating kind of six-foot-three giant, that's for sure.
M Y Q U I R K S
Habits | Quirks | Oddities
- He picks at his tattoos. It's annoying for both the artist and himself, when he looks back to find that pretty damn good art has faded by his own accord.
- Similarly, he plays with his piercings whenever he's thinking. River will, during regularly conversation, constantly swipe his tongue over the ring in his lip, or bite down on it carelessly. It makes your toes curl to watch.
- To compensate for his unbelievable height, River slouches. He looks like the goddam Hunchback of Notre Dame, if the Hunchback was some punk rocker. He's always sticking his spine and shoulderblades out, like he's preparing to take flight.
- Obsessed with his hair. Won't let anyone touch it unless they're deemed worthy. He wears so much product in it he smells like a walking perfume manufacturer.
- Doesn't seem to understand how to control the volume of his voice. River, when he's excited, will suddenly start shouting, or at least forget how to use his 'inside voice.'
- Similarly, he plays with his piercings whenever he's thinking. River will, during regularly conversation, constantly swipe his tongue over the ring in his lip, or bite down on it carelessly. It makes your toes curl to watch.
- To compensate for his unbelievable height, River slouches. He looks like the goddam Hunchback of Notre Dame, if the Hunchback was some punk rocker. He's always sticking his spine and shoulderblades out, like he's preparing to take flight.
- Obsessed with his hair. Won't let anyone touch it unless they're deemed worthy. He wears so much product in it he smells like a walking perfume manufacturer.
- Doesn't seem to understand how to control the volume of his voice. River, when he's excited, will suddenly start shouting, or at least forget how to use his 'inside voice.'
Hobbies:
- Obviously, writing. It's not always for payment, though. To mess with his friends, he'll write little stories featuring them. It's both unsettling and endearing.
- Ever the artist, River has a penchant for sketching on random things, but never seems to have his own sketchbook. You'll find little portraits on restaurant napkins, or bus stop benches, or scratched into cement in train stations, or in finger smudges on windows - really, the list is never-ending, and it's all done by River.
- He's a hoarder. He collects things and refuses to give them away. "What's that?" "Y'know, my water bottle wrapper collection." No one collects those, River. He insists that they have special meanings.
- Ever the artist, River has a penchant for sketching on random things, but never seems to have his own sketchbook. You'll find little portraits on restaurant napkins, or bus stop benches, or scratched into cement in train stations, or in finger smudges on windows - really, the list is never-ending, and it's all done by River.
- He's a hoarder. He collects things and refuses to give them away. "What's that?" "Y'know, my water bottle wrapper collection." No one collects those, River. He insists that they have special meanings.
Likes:
- Literature (particularly American Depression & Prohibition-era)
- Physical exercise
- Fruit juice (always seems to have a bottle on hand)
- Dark clothing. In summer. He's gotta be stopped.
- Music. Any type. You name it. Especially random-ass tracks on SoundCloud.
- Physical exercise
- Fruit juice (always seems to have a bottle on hand)
- Dark clothing. In summer. He's gotta be stopped.
- Music. Any type. You name it. Especially random-ass tracks on SoundCloud.
Dislikes:
- Anything where he's to be judged or tested or compared - which is exactly why he loathed school.
- When he doesn't receive immediate gratification. Impatient kid.
- Standing around anywhere. He'll up and ditch the train station if his ride's taking too long.
- Coffee shops. Malls. Thinks they're pretentious. Similarly, clubs, but because he thinks everyone's a phony.
- PDA. God help him, he has no sympathy for people who are always kissing and hugging needlessly.
- When he doesn't receive immediate gratification. Impatient kid.
- Standing around anywhere. He'll up and ditch the train station if his ride's taking too long.
- Coffee shops. Malls. Thinks they're pretentious. Similarly, clubs, but because he thinks everyone's a phony.
- PDA. God help him, he has no sympathy for people who are always kissing and hugging needlessly.
Fears:
- Isolation/solitude/general loneliness
- He fears anxiety. It doesn't make sense, but if the situation seems like one that'll trigger a panic of any sort, River will give up - he's afraid of getting out of his safe little shell.
- Authority. For someone who is such a delinquent, he's not calibrated to the police.
- He fears anxiety. It doesn't make sense, but if the situation seems like one that'll trigger a panic of any sort, River will give up - he's afraid of getting out of his safe little shell.
- Authority. For someone who is such a delinquent, he's not calibrated to the police.
Delving Deeper
Personality
♦ Strong-willed ♦ Fearful ♦ Sensitive ♦ Clingy ♦
On one hand, River has the perseverance and drive to do what needs to be done. He is self-sufficient and does not need to depend on other people for the material and physical things in life. On the other hand, he depends on people for emotional support and encouragement. He is not fully self-actualized, and needs the constant support of others and will not be very independent. He craves attention and comfort from other people and he is happiest when he has a small, close knit group of friends or family. River is extremely loyal to those who appreciate and support him. He projects any good feeling onto other people instead of basking in it. Those who want to share deep emotional thoughts and opinions with River might feel that the scales are tipped on one side, for he will rarely reveal his actual feelings.
Aside from incredible shyness and passivity, he is amazingly persevering and will stand up for what he believes in. River is fragile, unpredictable, and temperamental; more than anyone he's known, River needs to be needed. Even when all needs are satisfied, he can be irritable and cranky. His temperament is uneasy and delicate - River has wild mood swings and frequent temper tantrums. Unfortunately, he is easily offended and will sulk and wallow in self pity for a long time when he gets hurt.
It is difficult for River to open up and have a close emotionally fulfilled relationship with someone because he is so closed off, both emotionally and physically, to the world. Driven by his fear of trust, he has a difficult time developing any honest connection between himself and others. He builds up anger and resentment inside, and his contradictory nature really takes a toll on him - River has a very negative outlook on life, thinking that it is just too hard and miserable. When good experiences are to be had, he is skeptical of joyful people and his surroundings. He typically experiences "tunnel vision" due to his depressed outlook, and misses the nice things and pleasant experiences in life that make it worth living.
In addition to a lack of trust in people, River is deeply sensitive and easily hurt. He lives in the past, holding old events close to him and dwelling solely in his memories. Constantly sick with nostalgia, River comes off as mysterious, filled with contradictions. Typically he's very helpful to others, yet sometimes can be cranky and indifferent. His driving, forceful personality can be easily hidden beneath a calm and cool exterior. He is very possessive; not just with material possessions, but with people as well. River will always want to stay in touch with old friends and anyone who has ever been close to him, because it is easier to maintain a friendship than attempt to learn to trust a new person. His memory is excellent and he's very observant, able to read people like the back of his hand. He can usually tell if other people's intentions are good or not.
Aside from incredible shyness and passivity, he is amazingly persevering and will stand up for what he believes in. River is fragile, unpredictable, and temperamental; more than anyone he's known, River needs to be needed. Even when all needs are satisfied, he can be irritable and cranky. His temperament is uneasy and delicate - River has wild mood swings and frequent temper tantrums. Unfortunately, he is easily offended and will sulk and wallow in self pity for a long time when he gets hurt.
It is difficult for River to open up and have a close emotionally fulfilled relationship with someone because he is so closed off, both emotionally and physically, to the world. Driven by his fear of trust, he has a difficult time developing any honest connection between himself and others. He builds up anger and resentment inside, and his contradictory nature really takes a toll on him - River has a very negative outlook on life, thinking that it is just too hard and miserable. When good experiences are to be had, he is skeptical of joyful people and his surroundings. He typically experiences "tunnel vision" due to his depressed outlook, and misses the nice things and pleasant experiences in life that make it worth living.
In addition to a lack of trust in people, River is deeply sensitive and easily hurt. He lives in the past, holding old events close to him and dwelling solely in his memories. Constantly sick with nostalgia, River comes off as mysterious, filled with contradictions. Typically he's very helpful to others, yet sometimes can be cranky and indifferent. His driving, forceful personality can be easily hidden beneath a calm and cool exterior. He is very possessive; not just with material possessions, but with people as well. River will always want to stay in touch with old friends and anyone who has ever been close to him, because it is easier to maintain a friendship than attempt to learn to trust a new person. His memory is excellent and he's very observant, able to read people like the back of his hand. He can usually tell if other people's intentions are good or not.
| History |
River grew up in one of the worst neighbourhoods in state - Opa-Locka. He was raised around dealers, mobsters, what have you, and predictably took up the habits of all of these people. Most frequently, he took the weaker route of shoplifting, but was not very discreet about it. In fact, River picked 'favourites,' finding convenience stores that were run by other preteens-to-teens who were much weaker than him (or, compared to the massive River, normal-sized), and worked them into his schedule in such a way that he could hit the shops when no one was able to stop him in his tracks. Despite growing up relatively poor, then, River was able to get by with plenty of food. suffice to say that everything he received in abundance was stolen, time and time again.
His parents were unable to provide because, in his biological mother's case, she was six feet under, and his father was living off welfare. The living parent was injured during military service and decided that, at thirty-five years old, he was all set to retire. While he wasn't entirely disabled (left with a semi-functional shoulder), River's father believed himself to be unable to work entirely and earned pity from his own parents. So, River, his half-sisters Rebecca and Pamela, and his father moved in to two eighty-year-old retirees' run-down home in Miami when he was twelve years old. He was distant from his grandparents, but was easy enough on them because he was aware enough to recognise the complications that came from living on their set income.
He was the favourite child because his special talent was stealing. His half-sisters, eight-year-old twins, were worse off because they had no particular gifts. Not even River treated them very well, always forcing them to distract shopkeeps that he was unable to physically overpower, throwing his household responsiblities upon them, and more. His treatment of his younger sisters was always iffy, and worsened by the fact that he sometimes protected them. When they were being bullied at school or boys behaved like they were wont to around Rebecca and Pamela, River was the first one they came to, and he was the one that sent these abusers to the ICU.
His misfit attitude is what got him sent to juvenile detention multiple times throughout his adolescence. River was even sectioned into behavioral health systems (or, what his father liked to insensitively call 'mental asylums'), and, despite being neurotypical in the truest sense of the word, was misdiagnosed with bipolar I. River never really grew from these visits, other than racking up an extreme amount of hospital bills (which he, of course, paid back himself, even if it took some time to launder all of that money). Because of all this detention and institution business, River was unable to put in enough hours at school. He was expelled when he was fifteen, and finally dropped out on his sixteenth birthday ("about time," he'd say).
His parents were unable to provide because, in his biological mother's case, she was six feet under, and his father was living off welfare. The living parent was injured during military service and decided that, at thirty-five years old, he was all set to retire. While he wasn't entirely disabled (left with a semi-functional shoulder), River's father believed himself to be unable to work entirely and earned pity from his own parents. So, River, his half-sisters Rebecca and Pamela, and his father moved in to two eighty-year-old retirees' run-down home in Miami when he was twelve years old. He was distant from his grandparents, but was easy enough on them because he was aware enough to recognise the complications that came from living on their set income.
He was the favourite child because his special talent was stealing. His half-sisters, eight-year-old twins, were worse off because they had no particular gifts. Not even River treated them very well, always forcing them to distract shopkeeps that he was unable to physically overpower, throwing his household responsiblities upon them, and more. His treatment of his younger sisters was always iffy, and worsened by the fact that he sometimes protected them. When they were being bullied at school or boys behaved like they were wont to around Rebecca and Pamela, River was the first one they came to, and he was the one that sent these abusers to the ICU.
His misfit attitude is what got him sent to juvenile detention multiple times throughout his adolescence. River was even sectioned into behavioral health systems (or, what his father liked to insensitively call 'mental asylums'), and, despite being neurotypical in the truest sense of the word, was misdiagnosed with bipolar I. River never really grew from these visits, other than racking up an extreme amount of hospital bills (which he, of course, paid back himself, even if it took some time to launder all of that money). Because of all this detention and institution business, River was unable to put in enough hours at school. He was expelled when he was fifteen, and finally dropped out on his sixteenth birthday ("about time," he'd say).
M I S C
| Family |
Deceased mother, living & retired father, two healthy grandparents (fathers' side), two half-sisters (twins). They're all not very well off, living on a set income.
| Anything Else |
U'MMMMMMMMM JESUS I DON'T KNOW i like the x-files man
OP
CHARLES ROMAN MARKOV
Gender } cisgender male
Age } 24
Race } descendant of dökkálfar ("dark elf" in norse mythology)
Powers } much like your typical dwarf, charles is able to craft most anything beautifully, with limited resources and seemingly without prior knowledge. it's not so much of a supernatural ability than it is a particular aptitude for creating things. what is more unnatural is the fact that, as a dökkálf, he can induce bad dreams by simply whispering to sleeping individuals and set animals off to haunt them. aside from the talent he has for building, he is not in complete control of these powers.
Physical Summary } since he's not "full elf" (as he likes to say), charlie is pretty average height, standing at five feet and seven inches. he is not thin at all - instead, he is bulky with muscle and some boyish pudge, weighing around 160 pounds. his shoulders mark the broadest part of his body, well-built and wide, descending into equally massive arms and a squared torso. he has pretty piss-poor posture, which is likely to thank (at least in part) for his lack of height. his face is not conventionally attractive, and in fact looks fairly doughy like real mythological dwarves; he looks perpetually disgusted, always wearing a scowl and furrowed eyebrows. his eyes are an indistinguishable hazel and his hair is worn long with an undercut, naturally blonde but appearing much darker from either heavy product appliance or lack of washing.
Personality } charlie's life and personality are steeped in deception. his character is somewhat disjointed in ways. he spends so much time impersonating and conning others that he doesn’t have a solid identity to call his own. an inability to have his own identity drives his anti-social behavior, including (but not limited to) abrupt anger, bitterness, and mistrust. by contrast, his ability to easily place himself in the lives of others influences the low value he gives to what happens to others.
charlie often crosses lines that push away his family and anyone else he cares about. in his effort to protect, he often alienates because his hatred and bitterness is so strong. not having an identity of his own torments him and renders him unable to have the kind of humanity that allows him to trust people. he continues living in a world of deception and it has gotten to a point where he knows no other way to live. therefore, charles' persona remains stubborn and slow to mature.
he likes to make excuses for himself: he’s not a bad person by nature, he was just in a "really bad situation" whenever accused. most are always willing to overlook some of charlie's more glaring flaws in order to indulge the passion he pursues in all circumstances. charles is an utterly contradictory character; when he shows an act of romance he also, in some ways, says something harsh. despite his stern manner and not particularly handsome appearance, charlie wins others' hearts because he can pick you apart on sight and find your vulnerabilites. he feels a great importance in every situation he places himself in by emphasizing all aspects of his own character.
charlie fuels his unhealthy traits on others, which are found to be (among other things) strange and unsociable, demeaning in his attitude towards others, and a human puppeteer of sorts. not in that every plan or idea he has involves his flawlessly controlling those around him in some grand scheme to rule the world a la doom, but in the sense that everything he does and says is geared toward manipulating you in some way, even if it’s just to make you feel inferior. even before the height of his megalomania, he still displays a very weak understanding of how other people work. he constantly berates others when a simple explanation could do, explains few of his actions, and becomes increasingly upset when he is questioned - he doesn’t want to tell you “why,” just the “what.” don't question him even though he just questioned you for ten minutes, just do it. he's got a plan and it needs to be stuck to - there’s no time for your complaints or emotions.
much of the negative side of charlie is only worsened by the fact that he likes what’s wrong with him - “sure, i’m arrogant, but how can’t i be? you’re stupid.” are the kind of things going through his mind and he sees no reason to change just because you can’t handle it. criticisms are tuned out or turned into compliments in his own mind, allowing him to continue on his own path, no matter how controlling and destructive it may be. this can be difficult for loved ones when his attitude is dismissive as they can’t see how his problem with them can’t be fixed by him changing.
charlie exhibits generally psychopathic behavior, acting extremely cruel, ruthless and vicious. his violent behavior stems from the fact that he suffers from a 'napoleon complex' of sorts, probably due to a short stature. charles could kill people as if they are nothing, although he usually is only really aggressive whenever he is provoked. he is constantly seen using sadistic violence to threaten others, and shows no apparent mercy for his victims. he also seems to be very familiar with utilizing fear and humiliation, despite not being smart enough to realise this is a manipulation tactic.
his overall “style” of interacting involves considerable, persistent, maladaptive aggression, which, when confronted, is met by either more insistent anger or very depressed withdrawal. charlie is typically called “antisocial” because his overall personality causes him to frequently violate major social norms and end up running afoul of the law (even though this is usually out of charlie's control). he is openly and unabashedly aggressive in his interpersonal style, relish in trying to “beat the system,” and because he detests submission, refusal to conform his conduct despite numerous negative consequences and sanctions.
Bio } charlie grew up in one of the poorest neighbourhoods in chicago. he was raised around dealers, mobsters, what have you, and predictably took up the habits of all of these people. most frequently, he took the weaker route of shoplifting, but was not very discreet about it. in fact, charlie picked 'favourites,' finding convenience stores that were run by other preteens-to-teens who were much weaker than him (or, compared to the heavyweight charlie, normal-sized), and worked them into his schedule in such a way that he could hit the shops when no one was able to stop him in his tracks. despite growing up relatively poor, then, charlie was able to get by with plenty of food. suffice to say that everything he received in abundance was stolen, time and time again.
his parents were unable to provide because, in his biological mother's case, she was six feet under, and his father was living off welfare. the living parent was injured during military service and decided that, at thirty-five years old, he was all set to retire. while he wasn't entirely disabled (left with a semi-functional shoulder), charlie's father believed himself to be unable to work entirely and earned pity from his own parents. so, charlie, his half-sisters rebecca and pamela, and his father moved in to two eighty-year-old retirees' run-down home in arguably the most criminally active neighbourhood in chicago when he was twelve years old. he was distant from his grandparents, but was easy enough on them because he was aware enough to recognise the complications that came from living on their set income.
he was the favourite child because his special talent was stealing. his half-sisters, eight-year-old twins, were worse off because they had no particular gifts. they were not even blessed with the ancestry that charlie carried, because his descendants were from his mother/his father's first wife’s side. not even charlie treated them very well, always forcing them to distract shopkeeps that he was unable to physically overpower, throwing his household responsibilities upon them, and more. frankly, it was apparent even from a young age that charlie held no regard for human life other than his own. his treatment of his younger sisters was always iffy, and worsened by the fact that he sometimes protected them. when they were being bullied at school or boys behaved like they were wont to around rebecca and pamela, charlie was the first one they came to, and he was the one that sent these abusers to the ICU.
his misfit attitude is what got him sent to juvenile detention multiple times throughout his adolescence. charlie was even sectioned into behavioral health systems (or, what his father liked to insensitively call 'mental asylums'), and, despite being neurotypical in the truest sense of the word, was misdiagnosed with conduct disorder. professionals just could not pinpoint any (existent) empathy in him because of the extreme buildup of rage in such a young man. charlie never really grew from these visits, other than racking up an extreme amount of hospital bills (which he, of course, paid back himself, even if it took some time to launder all of that money). because of all this detention and institution business, charlie was unable to put in enough hours at school. he was expelled when he was fifteen, and finally dropped out on his sixteenth birthday ("about time," he'd say).
his last trip to detention was when he was seventeen. charlie was scared from acting out so publicly again when his father kicked him out for an indefinite amount of time (which turned out to be only three months, once he'd earned enough to pay his way back through the door). despite being perfectly able to support himself in some shelter in the city or utilise any of his various connections, charlie took refuge in his mother's parents' home. only his grandfather was still alive, but even he was kind enough to take him in for a short time. it was here that charlie learned exactly why he was so short (and why he was more detail-oriented than any of his peers). his grandfather passed along the much-needed information that charlie was, in fact, a descendant of the infamous dökkálfar, and even brought to life the less passive abilities that existed in him.
that new knowledge was probably not the best thing for charlie to have learned about himself. once he was back home, he quickly began practicing bending people's dreams to fit his thoughts exactly. he did not do so very well. sitting on buses next to sleeping patrons, he looked quite odd staring at them, trying to implant juvenile stories into their rampant brains, but charlie was only able to carry that process for so long before he woke up his victims - either by stimulating them to the point of lucidity or giving them nightmares terrifying to the point of waking. needless to say, charlie was very bad at using his own power, for good or otherwise. he was all right at the other half: sending animals to "haunt" humans. all this really did was stir some paranoia in his victims, but he still overused the ability to the point of being bored of it himself.
charlie lived a life that resembled his childhood even through his adult years up to now, the only difference being that he avoided imprisonment much better by comparison. he joined the alliance when he was eighteen, through typical means - just a flyer on some old streetlamp. when he was 22, he was out hunting in the forest when some little elven-looking kid started romping around him, and a particularly strange friendship formed out of their meeting. he was the one to recruit fletcher o’sullivan to the alliance.
OP
NIKOLAI MINAYEV
DRAMA DIVISION — PERFORMER
"my whole life is controversial. what can i do? i'm like britney spears!"
For the Record
║ Name ║
nikolai vasily minayev
║ Acceptable Nicknames ║
niko, nikki
║ Birthday & Age ║
october 20; 24 years old
║ Gender & Sexual Orientation ║
this is about as complicated as it gets. nikolai is biologically a male, and is currently closeted transgender; to others, he is simply perceived as an androgynous male. he doesn't care who he's dating.
║ Other Labels ║
nikolai was born in tuzla, bosnia and herzegovnia, and is informally known as the token russian around mortimer.
║ Occupation ║
nikolai is an escort and does theatre work across the nation. he has no 'steady' job or set career.
║ Appearance ║
nikolai is, in all senses of the word, androgynous. people often confuse themselves when referring to him because his face is so feminine and pointed like a pixie's, but that is precisely what he is going for. undergoing a secret transition all on his own, he does his best to maintain youthful and glowing skin like a biological female might, and in fact succeeds in it. his jawline is not as squared and uniform as most other men because he desperately tries to keep it that way. his nose is elongated and pointed - a 'paris hilton nose,' as he might call it - and his lips are curved and puckered, like he's always preparing for a quick kiss. his eyes are grey-green and solemn, very contradictory to his actual personality, but made lively by his constant widening as if he is just naturally enthusiastic.
he is six feet and one inch tall, about 1.81 meters. he is a very thin individual, all bones and skin, weighing 145 pounds - just above the underweight line for his height. that fact only worsens his mysterious gender identity, because he has no masculine muscle to be seen or feminine curves to fawn over; in fact, nikolai's body is a stick of sorts, simply trailing straight down from piercing shoulders into long, runway model legs. he certainly lives up to the modelesque trope, considering how he only ever wears name-brand and designer clothes. it's rather shallow of him, truthfully.
he is six feet and one inch tall, about 1.81 meters. he is a very thin individual, all bones and skin, weighing 145 pounds - just above the underweight line for his height. that fact only worsens his mysterious gender identity, because he has no masculine muscle to be seen or feminine curves to fawn over; in fact, nikolai's body is a stick of sorts, simply trailing straight down from piercing shoulders into long, runway model legs. he certainly lives up to the modelesque trope, considering how he only ever wears name-brand and designer clothes. it's rather shallow of him, truthfully.
At First Glance
║ Personality ║
The Positive:
- nikolai considers himself to be an artist of personality, and a very modern kind at that. he grew up sustaining himseld by feeding on media and pop culture, exhilerated by the birth of mass technology. he has mastered some of the tropes of mime and burlesque to harness the imagination of the world, not just of his age, but of future ages. despite his father's authoritarian approach to parenting, he played with gender, sex, and what it means to be a young person in a way that was part parody and part deconstruction. he put on a mask to reveal himself. the reason people fall in love with him is because they see that not only is he masquerading as a sexpot and pushing the boundaries of what should be considered acceptable behavior as a society, but also that he is openingly displaying a vulnerability that transcends all that. he is desperate to be seen.
- despite his apparent humility, niko is not embarrassed of his body—everyone has something they're scared of showing or talking about, and his way of handling it is by... well, exposing himself to the whole world, in all aspects of the word. he will give away secrets, pose for the physical art division's paintings, wear the tightest clothing; nikolai is simply comforted in the idea of an entirely self-conscious humanity that doesn't care what he is doing because they have their own business.
- he is often made to represent something very unattainable and fantastic, so much so that his borderline vulnerability could seem aggressive. nikolai is a diffident actor (and -ress, truly and metaphorically) who is intimidated by his place in the world. he has made himself a confident caricature oozing sex and power. his personal goal is to personify both the secret hopes of men and the secret fears of women, to be entirely heteronormative. scary to women by representing a mythical, unreachable sexuality, and at the same time reminding them how vulnerable it can feel to be a woman. nikolai presents an expert sketch of gender (his own personal take on it).
The Negative:
- nikolai has problems with anxiety and self-esteem that is mistaken for narcissism. he often sits in front of the mirrors for hours, not because he is full of himself but because he is deathly afraid of not being the 'perfect' nikolai that people expect him to be. he is too often paralyzed with fear that he won't present a good external appearance despite his obvious blessings and constantly asks his sisters how he looks.
- though he does very well to ensure he is well-liked, nikolai experiences intense abandonment fears and inappropriate anger, even when faced with a realistic separation or when there are unavoidable changes in plans. in fact, niko fears solitude, and finds solace in constantly clinging to his sisters or forcing his mother to stay around when she visits. he seems shallow after all of this usage and abuse of other peoples' company, but in the end, niko experiences anxiety like any other. the only potentially "shallow" thing about him would probably be his sometimes needy or attention-seeking behavior: when he's gone too long without a compliment or niko-focused interaction, he will usually force himself upon you or take much worse, self-destructive action.
- nikolai has an unhealthy streak with impulsive behavior. since learning to drive, he has never learned to stop; he has made many lovers out of good friends and subsequently tarnished relationships; and, less seriously, has an issue with the philosophy of "all things in moderation"... nikolai may be smart and completely able to understand his morals, but that does not mean he takes the initiative to follow them.
What You See:
nikolai's external charade is, for all intents and purposes, more easily broken down into little anecdotes like this. he knows what he likes. he's crazy about diamonds. he aways seems to be making things happen, adding fuel to the fire of relationships he's not even involved in and assisting in helping plan events whenever he can. he's something of a heartbreaker, and entirely unsentimental. he is resourceful. he's used instant coffee as eyeshadow before. he's stylish and refuses to wear anything less than givenchy. niko knows never to stumble into bad lighting, metaphorical or otherwise. "certain shades of limelight wreck a girl's complexion." he's spontaneous.
not really planning his days or caring where they go, nikolai "lives in the moment." he has got sticky fingers. if the shopkeep is not looking, niko will likely swipe a pack of gum or a bit of pastry here or there. niko finds attractive qualities in everyone... even if it is usually the size of their bank balance. he's vague. on any given location input, he gives his address as "travelling." he's provocative. niko often gets his way by offering suggestive favours in return, despite the message he may be sending to onlookers. he appears to be fabulously naïve.
nikolai's external charade is, for all intents and purposes, more easily broken down into little anecdotes like this. he knows what he likes. he's crazy about diamonds. he aways seems to be making things happen, adding fuel to the fire of relationships he's not even involved in and assisting in helping plan events whenever he can. he's something of a heartbreaker, and entirely unsentimental. he is resourceful. he's used instant coffee as eyeshadow before. he's stylish and refuses to wear anything less than givenchy. niko knows never to stumble into bad lighting, metaphorical or otherwise. "certain shades of limelight wreck a girl's complexion." he's spontaneous.
not really planning his days or caring where they go, nikolai "lives in the moment." he has got sticky fingers. if the shopkeep is not looking, niko will likely swipe a pack of gum or a bit of pastry here or there. niko finds attractive qualities in everyone... even if it is usually the size of their bank balance. he's vague. on any given location input, he gives his address as "travelling." he's provocative. niko often gets his way by offering suggestive favours in return, despite the message he may be sending to onlookers. he appears to be fabulously naïve.
What I Know:
niko is a sight to behold in college - for someone so exuberant, he rarely gets drunk with others, avoids any drugs that are trafficked between students, and manages to duck into a private room whenever people he deems 'better than him' are around. let the record show that nikolai is not as withholding about his feelings. he is usually very quick-witted and sarcastic, but often seems to lapse into different personalities and pick up new characteristics. it is confusing how to deal with him, as he reacts and responds depending on his temperament that day/hour/minute, and that sometimes warrants some yelling at him... which, obviously, only frustrates nikolai further.
so nikolai is a difficult individual, but nobody sees that and scrutinizes it as much as he does. there may not be much reason to be, but minayev spends most of his time standing in front of the mirror and picking apart a rather shapeless body, a pixie face, whatever flaws aren't immediate to the naked eye. the criticism he places on himself has a large part to play in his interactions: nikolai despises most social events when people he is close to are going to be attending, and he is quite withdrawn from most of mortimer because he leads a sort of double life personality-wise.
niko is a sight to behold in college - for someone so exuberant, he rarely gets drunk with others, avoids any drugs that are trafficked between students, and manages to duck into a private room whenever people he deems 'better than him' are around. let the record show that nikolai is not as withholding about his feelings. he is usually very quick-witted and sarcastic, but often seems to lapse into different personalities and pick up new characteristics. it is confusing how to deal with him, as he reacts and responds depending on his temperament that day/hour/minute, and that sometimes warrants some yelling at him... which, obviously, only frustrates nikolai further.
so nikolai is a difficult individual, but nobody sees that and scrutinizes it as much as he does. there may not be much reason to be, but minayev spends most of his time standing in front of the mirror and picking apart a rather shapeless body, a pixie face, whatever flaws aren't immediate to the naked eye. the criticism he places on himself has a large part to play in his interactions: nikolai despises most social events when people he is close to are going to be attending, and he is quite withdrawn from most of mortimer because he leads a sort of double life personality-wise.
"we are all of us stars, and we deserve to twinkle." - marilyn monroe
Off the Record
║ My Dreams ║
nikolai truly believes he's going to be famous one day, a name that shows up in the start and end of films, a name spoken by designers and cited as inspiration, someone for teenagers to hang up as a poster in their rooms. he thinks he has the right attitude and a fine enough exterior to go far in the film and theatre industry. additionally, but on a lesser scale (as niko suppresses this pretty deeply), he hopes to come out to a welcoming world someday and be able to use a name and pronouns that are comfortable for him.
║ Fears ║
- being "seen," in the sense that nikolai is afraid of judgment for his secretly very impulsive and reckless character. he doesn't very much like being figured out or read like a book.
║ Likes ║
- candy. while nikolai may be a skinny little thing, he's also got a big sweet tooth that makes it difficult to maintain his figure.
- parties. nikolai is a socialite by all means, taking it upon himself to be the life of the party wherever he goes.
- adrenaline. niko throws himself into situations that spike a rush whenever possible.
║ Dislikes ║
- for someone who put themself in a position where constant criticism is aflow (acting), niko is very sensitive to judgment and never takes it well.
- he avoids deep conversations that dig into his character if he can. nikolai is not a very sentimental individual.
- niko despises capitalism and makes a point to go off on rants about 'the man' - which his friends usually don't take very well to, admittedly. it's at the point where it's almost annoying to listen to.
║ Brief History ║
nikolai was born in tuzla, bosnia and herzegovina and has seven older sisters. minayev's mother is a bosnian serb, and nikolai's father is a bosnian croat. the couple divorced shortly after his birth. during the bosnian war, nikolai and two of his sisters fled to serbia with their mother and grandmother, settling in a refugee camp near belgrade. after the refugee camp, the family settled in vojska village near svilajnac.
after the 1999 NATO bombing of yugoslavia, niko's mother felt unsafe and decided to initiate the process of emigration to america. in 2000, the family moved to detroit as political refugees when nikolai was eight years old. he did well there for such a young child, making his way through school as a supposedly 'academically brilliant' kid - although niko doesn't speak of it, nor does he allow anyone to look at his a-average record - but on the side making deals that kept him looking like a troublemaker. he was never explicitly a dealer, but more of a middle-man throughout his teens, using the charisma that so surrounded him to transport drugs and more shady devices throughout detroit and dirty cities. it helped that he was a good-looking teen, truthfully; being white and conventionally attractive made him more trustworthy to authorities.
after graduating as valedictorian, nikolai moved to new york by his lonesome and made money through being a playboy of sorts. he hopped into older mens' cars and was paraded like a showpony however long these individuals requested, and by the end of each night earned upwards of one hundred US dollars. this was how he paid his way through his top choice school: mortimer. his online application looked impressive enough, leaving out the details of his emigration and completely neglecting any stories about his shenanigans through high school, but he did receive an honourable mention from his high school drama teacher (thankfully). his grades, while not the most important aspect of the application, certainly helped make an impression. no one in his family expected it, but he was eventually one of the 2,000 who made it through to the end stages.
after the 1999 NATO bombing of yugoslavia, niko's mother felt unsafe and decided to initiate the process of emigration to america. in 2000, the family moved to detroit as political refugees when nikolai was eight years old. he did well there for such a young child, making his way through school as a supposedly 'academically brilliant' kid - although niko doesn't speak of it, nor does he allow anyone to look at his a-average record - but on the side making deals that kept him looking like a troublemaker. he was never explicitly a dealer, but more of a middle-man throughout his teens, using the charisma that so surrounded him to transport drugs and more shady devices throughout detroit and dirty cities. it helped that he was a good-looking teen, truthfully; being white and conventionally attractive made him more trustworthy to authorities.
after graduating as valedictorian, nikolai moved to new york by his lonesome and made money through being a playboy of sorts. he hopped into older mens' cars and was paraded like a showpony however long these individuals requested, and by the end of each night earned upwards of one hundred US dollars. this was how he paid his way through his top choice school: mortimer. his online application looked impressive enough, leaving out the details of his emigration and completely neglecting any stories about his shenanigans through high school, but he did receive an honourable mention from his high school drama teacher (thankfully). his grades, while not the most important aspect of the application, certainly helped make an impression. no one in his family expected it, but he was eventually one of the 2,000 who made it through to the end stages.
Academics
║ Area of Study ║
majoring in performance acting (film)
║ About My Audition ║
see history - good grades & valedictorian, a letter from his high school drama coach, and the ability to actually pay his way through school
║ Year ║
this is his fourth year
║ Living Arrangement ║
33 park point drive, apartment 3A (if it's all right)
║ Extra information ║
n/a
OP
ATLAS STERLING
Character Summary
Name: atlas orion sterling
Aliases: sometimes goes by 'ryan,' taken from his middle name
Age: 28
Birthday: june 24
Ethnicity: irish-italian
Birth Place: boston
Location: manhattan
Gender: cisgender male
Major/Minor: criminal justice / communication
Occupation: journalist
Languages: english & conversational italian
Appearance
Height: 5'10 / 177 cm
Weight: 150 lb / 68 kg
Build: atlas doesn't carry a lot of bulk, and in fact, has more of a dancer's body. he is long and thin moreso than he is thick, and is not very defined in his muscles. actually, he looks relatively weak upon first impression.
Eyes: amber
Hair: chestnut
Skin Tone: tan, but fairly pale given his descent
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: none
Psychology
flexible * impatient * witty * selfish
Sexuality: pansexual - it doesn't matter who, so long as they provide some advantage
Relationship Status: unoccupied
Personality: atlas appears very innocent upon first meeting, a little doe-eyed and unassuming boy who is too idealistic for his own good. he puts up this front to attract others to him (when he must), and always carries a certainly lecherous air, never allowing himself to get caught in a bad light. his primary goal is to get ahead, and with as many people on his side as possible. if he finds that his approach of looking cutesy and unintimidating does not work on a given individual, he decides to switch around and adapt as is fitting to whoever he is trying to rein in.
he is extremely sardonic and seems to never give off any real emotion unless something very traumatic or serious is happening. he is playful to an extent, teasing when he has a goal to reach, or flaky to make his siblings laugh; when there's nothing to be gained, atlas is typically quiet and self-assured. if there is a direct threat over his head or some conflict is happening or anything is occurring out of his own control, atlas tends to completely lose his cool. he is prone to panicking, and very easily so - it takes little provocation to send his heartrate skyrocketing, like if he is short even a dollar on any given purchase. he truly gets off on these adrenaline rushes, however, and often 'abuses' his unstable emotional state just to get a thrill. atlas puts himself into intimate situations with strangers, behaves recklessly, and is a borderline criminal just for a few moments of a dopamine high.
though he would not like to admit it, atlas knowingly abuses others to feel this way. he shies away from commitment and responsibility - especially taking responsibility for his actions - and ignores any social conventions that dictate how he should act in public. he constantly behaves as if he's hiding a secret, keeping his voice low and in a whisper as someone who believes they're being monitored might. despite his innocuous front, atlas's body language dictates dominance in all aspects; he makes himself taller either by choosing the right company or standing on something, he speaks quietly to keep people interested and leaning in to hear him, he makes it clear that he is the one to indicate whether the conversation is over or not. he has a penchant for assertive hand gestures - pointing, and addressing his company with downward-facing palms. he's also not afraid of touching either. importantly, he epitomizes unearned empowerment so well that this air of dominance evaporates as soon as he's placed in any form of danger.
atlas is extremely concerned with the quality of his immediate senses. he is hedonistic, insisting on the best food, setting, clothes, and just about every other material comfort. of course, rather than admiring the wonder of the world around him like a healthy extroverted sensing person, he is spoiled and entitled. he is extremely difficult to please and desperately addicted to the idea of 'immediate gratification' - like a child, atlas throws temper tantrums when he doesn't instantly receive whatever he wants. his sisters often take the brunt of his upset, with him destroying things and even getting a tad self-destructive. he believes he deserves all the good in the world and is unnecessarily disappointed when it's not given to him. it's been a while since atlas was enlightened into adulthood, but he has never grown into it personally.
Habits: atlas tends to fix everything that seems in disarray when he passes them on impulse; he also never seems to stand still, fussing with his hair, looking at the ground, or swaying on his feet rather than patiently keeping composure.
Hobbies: given his occupation, it's obvious that atlas spends most of his spare time writing. he also wastes a lot of it studying the human psyche and researching past legal cases, for no reason other than self-entertainment and advancement.
Fears: atlas suffers from panic disorder, has a tangible fear of failure, and, likely because he has seen a lot of human nature through his college education, is paranoid that people are 'out to get him.'
Likes:
- art
- home-based hobbies
- water
- athletics/sports
- staying close to family
- cold weather
Dislikes:
- strangers
- unfamiliar environments
- criticism
- revealing secrets/opening up
- intimate parties
- crowded areas
History
Thoughts On The Murder: while atlas didn't particularly like the victim - he was a prep, and simone was very much the opposite - he had little clue that any of it was going to happen. therefore, when he was innocently attending the prom and a body fell from seemingly nowhere, atlas was forced to leave the auditorium due to a severe panic attack. he despises the fact that it ever happened, and perhaps even feels bad for attending the promenade simply because he thought he'd kept his panic a secret until then. it is, however, what inspired him to study criminal justice, so he supposes it was a sort of 'necessary evil.'
History During H.S.: {combined both sections}
as a child, atlas was very calm, sweet, generally lazy. his parents, aileen and jove, adored his older sister nova so much that they didn't only have atlas, but they also adopted his younger sister, skye. all three were the picture perfect type of children you'd see posed in some cheesy stock photo, ideal in every way. in his younger years, he appeared to have no trouble eating, speaking, or walking - he was developing perfectly, and even took to sports at a young age. it started as junior league soccer ball (his team was 'the green dragons,' perfectly enough), and grew into basketball as he entered his teen years; atlas was the image of health.
he entered high school when he was thirteen, and successfully was deemed the arrogant snot that everyone kind of tolerated. atlas was, needless to say, a cocky little fellow. he picked up a love for every instrument he could get his hands on, and bested most of them. he dated a myriad of people of every gender, made sure that all of his teachers loved him through some manipulative schmoozing, and had a social media presence that bested even modern celebrities. needless to say, atlas was well-liked throughout his high school years, and not many people can say the same. he easily fit into the 'prep' group even without being the richest kid around.
his first job was as a police recruit. during his two-year probationary period, he worked as an eighteen-year-old narc, posing as a high school and college student. when he was twenty, atlas became a police dispatcher. two years later and after being the happiest young man you had ever seen, barely experiencing anything resembling mental unwellness, atlas had to quit because it nearly made him suicidal. he truly had thoughts, but had to drive 40 miles to go to a center/hospital where no one knew him for help. he regularly had nightmares about calls he'd taken where the caller killed themselves, shot someone else, or passed away on the phone with him. to this day, several years after resigning, he still can't listen to a phone ring, or sirens go off without having a mild panic attack.
that stint in his life worsened the panic disorder that had developed and went undiagnosed as a child, so he strayed away from police life. at twenty-three, he went back to college to complete a degree in criminal justice and, for his own entertainment, minored in communications. college life was uneventful just because he wanted to 'keep it simple,' and in fact, atlas strayed from dating, partying, and the sports he took part in when he was in high school. his legacy of 'that popular kid' died out fairly quickly, then, so he could make a smooth recovery from his dispatcher days. for such a short-lived job, that stint haunted him for years.
upon graduating, he submitted the same essay he wrote for his admission into college to a magazine. after a brief internship, atlas was hired as management for the magazine's social media, and was shortly thereafter promoted to just another writer. he has a supposed specialty in taking over both local and national crimes, interviewing all parties involved by his own initiative.
Extras
Character Quote: "he who wishes to be obeyed must know how to command." — niccolo machiavelli
Theme Song: feel good inc.
High School Clique: preps
Voted: most likely to succeed
Why: probably because it was true, at least at the time. this was before the 'prom incident,' so atlas was still renowned for his charisma and 'perfection' - by conventional standards.
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”i wish i were a girl again, half-savage and hardy, and free.” – emily brontë
sick, sick, sick | abducted
►Full Name◄
fauna elise fontaine
►Nickname◄
fauna hates her name, all parts of it. you can't make a nickname that sounds very professional out of the word-name 'fauna.' she'll insist on people calling her by her surname, fontaine.
►Birth Date◄
february 27
►Age◄
sixteen
►Gender◄
female
►Sexuality◄
pansexual
►Relationship Status◄
yikes
►Sexually Active◄
double yikes
►Team Color◄
green
►Years At Camp◄
three years - this is her fourth
►In Depth Appearance◄
fauna's face matches very well to her name. all of her features are naturally doelike and gentle, eerily so - her eyes are brighter than the sun, glaringly blue and wide to the point where you can see the rims of each iri. her eyebrows are even more prominent, always half-raised and half-furrowed, thick and heavy. the bridge of her nose is very slight and small, littered with freckles, then the tip is slightly upturned and squared like a deer's. her lips seem to have permanent strawberry stain on them, the cupid's bow sweetly rounded and the corners of her mouth dimpled into her cheeks. she has a heart shaped face to accentuate all of these feats, with a pointed chin that juts out a bit.
her body is diminutive and unimpressive, however. she is tall for a biological female, standing at five foot nine, and very thin from a history of poor eating habits, weighing in at one hundred and six pounds. her legs are the longest part of her body, rather disproportionate even - she flaunts that fact with skirts and shorts whenever she's able to. all of her limbs are delicate leave for the notches: her knees and elbows are knobby, all angular and far too pointy for her to comfortably be in close quarters with people. she's not very well-developed, either, with no bust to speak of and little hips.
her body is diminutive and unimpressive, however. she is tall for a biological female, standing at five foot nine, and very thin from a history of poor eating habits, weighing in at one hundred and six pounds. her legs are the longest part of her body, rather disproportionate even - she flaunts that fact with skirts and shorts whenever she's able to. all of her limbs are delicate leave for the notches: her knees and elbows are knobby, all angular and far too pointy for her to comfortably be in close quarters with people. she's not very well-developed, either, with no bust to speak of and little hips.
►Habits & Quirks◄
- fauna constantly chews her lips, which is probably the reason they're always a cherry colour. you might find her covering half her face to hide the little bleeding nicks that crop up every now and then.
- fauna has a jaunty way of walking, taking giddy steps that excite her figure more than it usually is.
- she somewhat dances wherever she goes, moving her hands through the air in fluid motions, twirling her fingers and splaying them like she's just given a groundbreaking speech, et cetera.
- this isn't so much of a habit as it is a bodily malfunction, but fauna is always cold. she pushes herself as close to others as possible to treat this disorder, and is something of a "body heat thief."
- she laughs at everything. it's usually just to make people be more comfortable, considering fauna's laughter is a soothing sound to hear, but an unnecessary quirk in most situations.
- fauna has a jaunty way of walking, taking giddy steps that excite her figure more than it usually is.
- she somewhat dances wherever she goes, moving her hands through the air in fluid motions, twirling her fingers and splaying them like she's just given a groundbreaking speech, et cetera.
- this isn't so much of a habit as it is a bodily malfunction, but fauna is always cold. she pushes herself as close to others as possible to treat this disorder, and is something of a "body heat thief."
- she laughs at everything. it's usually just to make people be more comfortable, considering fauna's laughter is a soothing sound to hear, but an unnecessary quirk in most situations.
►Likes & Dislikes◄
LIKES
- changing her hair on impulse
- doing people's makeup/grooming
- cooking/domestic duties
- social events
- meeting new people
- taking the lead (no matter the situation)
- making pet names for people
DISLIKES
- being pranked (though she has no problem messing with others)
- most team activities
- waking up early
- listening to other people's music
- sports
- technology
- long conversations
- changing her hair on impulse
- doing people's makeup/grooming
- cooking/domestic duties
- social events
- meeting new people
- taking the lead (no matter the situation)
- making pet names for people
DISLIKES
- being pranked (though she has no problem messing with others)
- most team activities
- waking up early
- listening to other people's music
- sports
- technology
- long conversations
►Fears & Phobias◄
fauna is fairly claustrophobic, but only to an extent. additionally, she has a minor fear of public speaking - she's terrified of stumbling over her own words or being misunderstood in any way.
►Good Personality Traits◄
clever . brave . honest . humorous
►Bad Personality Traits◄
self-indulgent . self-destructive . irresponsible . chaotic
►Personality◄
at first glance fauna seems a person whom time has passed by. she is someone who has reached an age at which the world no longer resembles the one in which she learned to survive. the problem is that, for her, the world was never as she wanted it to be, and she never quite fit into it. she is continually confronting the gap, refusing to admit that her perceptions might be wrong. she can of course be very pleasant, so long as she perceives that others treat her with courtesy, and respect the things about which she cares. but when someone fails to follow her protocols in an interaction it immediately throws her into a fit of rage and you have violated them. it is not that she wants her way because it is her way, but because she believes that way is right, fair, and respectful.
her bravery is probably harmful to her, however. she tends to be incredibly honest. fauna's straightforwardness is refreshing when couched in careful terms, but she is not renowned for her diplomacy... she can be downright blunt, much to the chagrin of anyone on the receiving end. she is very independent in her disposition, unable to speak about her emotions freely. because she strives to 'move right along,' she isn't likely to carry baggage of the past. the apparent unemotional aspect about her is that she doesn't make her feelings overt easily; her composure often hides her true thoughts, despite being an utterly loyal and sincere girl. fauna's independence is built by her explorative side and philosophy... her decisions are often made based on the amount of freedom given by the choice she's made, and as a result, sometimes a good opportunity is turned down because of it's need for commitment.
her greatest shortcoming is that she is naïve. she is a girl whose personal life is in such chaos that she relies on “rules” in order to provide concrete support. otherwise she could not function and would drown in the disorder and uncertainty of everyday life. if one slip is allowed to slide, all of civilization is bound to follow. psychologically, fauna is like an abandoned child searching for her parents. her core emotional needs continue to go unmet because she did not have those needs met in childhood and she never learned how to appropriately meet those needs for herself. she pursues core emotional needs in unskillful ways while healthier, more adaptive people move through life engaged in more 'advanced' psychological endeavors like building long-term marriages and conducting philanthropy.
she doesn't give herself much structure. self-care is a notion that seems overwhelming much of the time, and social support seems like a distant memory. she chugs diet coke for breakfast, begrudgingly exercises, and all too often treats her friends like afterthoughst. and when she encounters strangers, like some shop clerk, the default mode is to be detached and rude. this stems from a "you're guilty until proven innocent" rule of thumb that she has for most people (a logical survival strategy stemming from her history).
she doesn't just live like an adolescent whose parents are away for the weekend. she feels alone and aimless on the inside in a profound, existential sort of way. she sleeps with men for whom she feels little or nothing. it's why she wakes up in the middle of the night and looks at the hairy body lying next to her with observable disgust. fauna is living an uninspired, fairly dysfunctional life. it's more than that—there's something uncomfortable about watching her, observing the intricacies of her life unfold. everything about her is cold and aggressive. looking into her eyes, as pretty as they may be, feels the same as staring into a fixed scowl of anger. "being" with her is starting to feel tiresome.
something about her discontent, and her vivid way of expressing it, makes fauna resonate powerfully with others who come from backgrounds completely different from hers. she effortlessly attracts people to herself. it is tempting to inhabit her point of view and revel in her cantankerousness rather than try to deduce what is wrong with her. most noticeable of her peculiarities is how extremely judgmental she is of almost everything and everybody. she criticizes and philosophizes about people who are boring, people who are insecure, and, above all, people who are artificial. fauna carries this penchant for passing judgment to such an extreme that it often becomes extremely funny.
she could easily be chalked up to a “dumb blonde” (brunette?) type of girl. she is clearly not book-smart, but she could never rightfully be titled “dumb.” she tries her hardest to seem intelligent, and always tries to spit out witty comments, but fauna is far behind the crowd in this sense. whenever she pipes up with something she thinks is clever, it's always knocked right back down with hard stares from others. and if she tries to participate in intellectual debates and conversation, well, fauna can't talk about much else than her (not well remembered) crappy public school education.
her bravery is probably harmful to her, however. she tends to be incredibly honest. fauna's straightforwardness is refreshing when couched in careful terms, but she is not renowned for her diplomacy... she can be downright blunt, much to the chagrin of anyone on the receiving end. she is very independent in her disposition, unable to speak about her emotions freely. because she strives to 'move right along,' she isn't likely to carry baggage of the past. the apparent unemotional aspect about her is that she doesn't make her feelings overt easily; her composure often hides her true thoughts, despite being an utterly loyal and sincere girl. fauna's independence is built by her explorative side and philosophy... her decisions are often made based on the amount of freedom given by the choice she's made, and as a result, sometimes a good opportunity is turned down because of it's need for commitment.
her greatest shortcoming is that she is naïve. she is a girl whose personal life is in such chaos that she relies on “rules” in order to provide concrete support. otherwise she could not function and would drown in the disorder and uncertainty of everyday life. if one slip is allowed to slide, all of civilization is bound to follow. psychologically, fauna is like an abandoned child searching for her parents. her core emotional needs continue to go unmet because she did not have those needs met in childhood and she never learned how to appropriately meet those needs for herself. she pursues core emotional needs in unskillful ways while healthier, more adaptive people move through life engaged in more 'advanced' psychological endeavors like building long-term marriages and conducting philanthropy.
she doesn't give herself much structure. self-care is a notion that seems overwhelming much of the time, and social support seems like a distant memory. she chugs diet coke for breakfast, begrudgingly exercises, and all too often treats her friends like afterthoughst. and when she encounters strangers, like some shop clerk, the default mode is to be detached and rude. this stems from a "you're guilty until proven innocent" rule of thumb that she has for most people (a logical survival strategy stemming from her history).
she doesn't just live like an adolescent whose parents are away for the weekend. she feels alone and aimless on the inside in a profound, existential sort of way. she sleeps with men for whom she feels little or nothing. it's why she wakes up in the middle of the night and looks at the hairy body lying next to her with observable disgust. fauna is living an uninspired, fairly dysfunctional life. it's more than that—there's something uncomfortable about watching her, observing the intricacies of her life unfold. everything about her is cold and aggressive. looking into her eyes, as pretty as they may be, feels the same as staring into a fixed scowl of anger. "being" with her is starting to feel tiresome.
something about her discontent, and her vivid way of expressing it, makes fauna resonate powerfully with others who come from backgrounds completely different from hers. she effortlessly attracts people to herself. it is tempting to inhabit her point of view and revel in her cantankerousness rather than try to deduce what is wrong with her. most noticeable of her peculiarities is how extremely judgmental she is of almost everything and everybody. she criticizes and philosophizes about people who are boring, people who are insecure, and, above all, people who are artificial. fauna carries this penchant for passing judgment to such an extreme that it often becomes extremely funny.
she could easily be chalked up to a “dumb blonde” (brunette?) type of girl. she is clearly not book-smart, but she could never rightfully be titled “dumb.” she tries her hardest to seem intelligent, and always tries to spit out witty comments, but fauna is far behind the crowd in this sense. whenever she pipes up with something she thinks is clever, it's always knocked right back down with hard stares from others. and if she tries to participate in intellectual debates and conversation, well, fauna can't talk about much else than her (not well remembered) crappy public school education.
►Place Of Origin◄
victoria, canada
►Background◄
fauna was born right in paris to an obviously francophilic mother. her mother, blanche, dressed her in lovely garments, making her a living doll of sorts, and life was generally happy between the single working-class mother and 'petite doll' girl. they stayed near the cheaper, more dangerous areas of the capital, but of course none of that mattered when they could be happy in each others' presence.
then when fauna was five she began to suffer from epilepsy. not entirely physical, no, only in her temporal lobe—it was recurrent, not immediately diagnosed, because little fauna's complaints of voices and auras was believed to be a child's imagination. then she began to have fits of anger, where seemingly out of nowhere she attacked blanche, threw boiling pots at the woman, tore apart couches and the wood of their floors.
blanche could tolerate this hysteria until fauna was six and in first grade. she grabbed another student who laughed at her 'silly' manner of dressing, bashed his head against the tile to the point of bonecracking, and proceeded to dislocate her teacher's arms when an attempt was made to control her. her destruction only ended when she was knocked upside the head by a chair. when sent to be treated for a concussion, only then were fauna's epileptic episodes discovered.
she wasn't cured, so to speak, but still she was an embarrassment to her mother. in that case they moved to french-speaking canada. her destructive history was left behind in france, and fauna was allowed to 'reset' in victoria. when she was eleven, she visited family in california and her grandparents informed her of a camp that would supposedly restore her to health over the summer. she was twelve by the time she first came to liberty, and luckily enough, fauna was much less chaotic once the summer was over. because of this, she was sent back every year following under her mother's demand.
then when fauna was five she began to suffer from epilepsy. not entirely physical, no, only in her temporal lobe—it was recurrent, not immediately diagnosed, because little fauna's complaints of voices and auras was believed to be a child's imagination. then she began to have fits of anger, where seemingly out of nowhere she attacked blanche, threw boiling pots at the woman, tore apart couches and the wood of their floors.
blanche could tolerate this hysteria until fauna was six and in first grade. she grabbed another student who laughed at her 'silly' manner of dressing, bashed his head against the tile to the point of bonecracking, and proceeded to dislocate her teacher's arms when an attempt was made to control her. her destruction only ended when she was knocked upside the head by a chair. when sent to be treated for a concussion, only then were fauna's epileptic episodes discovered.
she wasn't cured, so to speak, but still she was an embarrassment to her mother. in that case they moved to french-speaking canada. her destructive history was left behind in france, and fauna was allowed to 'reset' in victoria. when she was eleven, she visited family in california and her grandparents informed her of a camp that would supposedly restore her to health over the summer. she was twelve by the time she first came to liberty, and luckily enough, fauna was much less chaotic once the summer was over. because of this, she was sent back every year following under her mother's demand.
►Miscellaneous◄
fauna suffers from temporal lobe epilepsy, but her seizures are uncommon. she typically needs a bad trigger to actually set them off.
►Extra◄
mmmmmmmmm still drawing i guess!!
C O P Y R I G H T
This sheet was constructed by [ @HushedWhispers], herself. Any plagiarism of any kind will not be tolerated. And if need permission to borrow, please just ask.
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JAREK WILHELM
"his ego approximates to that of the psychotic in some part or other and to a greater or lesser extent." - sigmund freud
JAREK ANTHONY WILHELM
Nickname: jay, or "wreck" (ha 'cos he ruins everything)
Birth date and age: january 18, sixteen years old
Sexuality: pansexual
In Depth Appearance:
jarek has, quite literally, a baby face. his blue eyes are consistently half-lidded, giving the typical aqua tone an even deeper shade. his nose has very little definition and resembles a cat's, with a small and flat ending and little nostrils and an indistinct bridge. his nose is pierced, and jarek typically wears a ring through it. his cheekbones are high and are the only peak in his features, whereas everywhere else he has no sharp angles or shocking turns. they keep his cheeks hollow in cooperation with a heavy jawline and pixielike, pointed chin. his lips are perhaps the most distinguishing part of his face, in that they resemble a porcelain doll's mouth. his cupid's bow is like the top of a cartoon heart, gentle and curved, and he has somewhat of an overbite. the corners of his mouth are constantly turned up just slightly, like he knows something you don't, which he so lovingly calls his "kitten mouth" for the cheshire cat it is so reminiscent of. a 'marilyn monroe freckle' lies just between his nose and mouth. he has an undercut, and the longest part lies at the front of his head, curling just slightly and shading one eye unless he takes the time to move it out of the way.
standing at about five foot nine, he is not the tallest kid around, but fares well enough. jarek weighs in at an unhealthy 120 pounds. he is far too erratic to stay still and put on the weight he so desperately needs, although he recognises how bad the situation has gotten whenever he stumbles and finds a massive bruise over jutting bones the next day. most of the weight he does carry is muscle - while jarek isn't necessarily strong, he retains some of the bulk middle school athleticism has granted him in his upper arms, calves, and thighs; everywhere else, however, such as his stomach, is glazed over with a thin layer of fat. he probably needs it badly, anyway.
Personality:
• romantic • destructive • manic •
jarek is very difficult to understand while speaking. he takes abrupt stops in the middle of a train of thought and usually has to restart the subject entirely. he answers questions with excessive, unnecessary detail. he often completely derails from the conversation topic, confusing not only the other person but himself as well. he becomes unintelligible because, though his words are real words, the manner in which they are strung together results in incoherent gibberish. he typically has unrelenting, rapid speech without pauses. he is inattentive and hyperactive, constantly behaving disruptively and acting on impulse. he is easily distracted, misses details, forgets things, and frequently switches from one activity to another - anyone who interacts with jarek might become quickly exhausted. he does not seem to listen when spoken to, which makes things all the more difficult. he has difficulty processing verbal and nonverbal language which can turn people away. he also may drift off during conversations, and miss social cues.
he is warmly interested in others. jarek has spectacular sensing and judgment, which he uses to gather specific, detailed information about others, and turn this information into supportive judgments; he is extremely good at reading others, and understanding their point of view... jay often even changes his own manner to be more pleasing to whoever he's with at the moment. he wants to like people, and has a special skill at bringing out the best in others. he has a special gift of invariably making people feel good about themselves. scariest is that jarek has a strong need to be liked, and to be in control.
his romanticized pursuit of life is probably self-destructive, in the end. jarek is completely unable to realize that his dreams are not a reality and so may remain dormant for long periods awaiting these fantasies. he always sees what he is doing as noble, honorable, and purposeful. others, however, can easily perceive the futility of his tasks as he becomes a parody of his former self. jarek is, quite literally, fatally idealistic. he can't wait to distance himself from his past in terms of his family, but yet he lives his life trying to recapture happy moments from childhood.
jarek, by himself and completely unaffected by the presence of others, generally exhibits a very low mood, which pervades all aspects of his life. he has a distinct inability to experience true pleasure, and is usually ruminating over thoughts and feelings of worthlessness, guilt or regret over little things, helplessness, hopelessness, self-hatred... in truth, jarek is a rather unhappy character.
however, around others, jay tends to become overly conscious about them, to the point of delusion. many are very clearly implausible and not understandable to his peers and do not derive from his life experiences. in fact, they simply appear from nowhere. most of his beliefs contain content consistent with either a depressive or manic state, both two of his usual moods. he tends to believe that another person controls his thoughts, feelings, impulses, or behavior; that he has died; that his thoughts have been inserted in his mind by some external force; that others are in love with him; or perhaps even that he has some disease or infestation (jarek is a hypochondriac beyond belief). he could be convinced that he has special powers, talents, or abilities. occasionally he even believes he is famous.
jarek exhibits erratic and impulsive behavior, often making poor decisions due to unrealistic ideas about the future, and sleeps very little. he speaks in a rapid, uninterruptible manner, is easily distracted, has racing thoughts, is constantly agitated... it's all bad to the point where his ability to socialize or work is impaired. he perpetually feels out of control and unstoppable, as if he has been "chosen" and is on a special mission. contradictorily, some times he has persistent feelings of sadness, anxiety, guilt, anger, isolation, and hopelessness; jarek is surprisingly self-loathing, apathetic and indifferent for someone so manic
jarek thinks in extremes, has the occasional emotional outburst, and is generally very self-destructive. he is extremely sensitive to rejection, negative criticism, and is perpetually in fear of possible abandonment. a tenet of his personality made simply to interact with others is the part of him that is exceptionally enthusiastic, idealistic, joyful, and loving. when he cannot put up this front, his negative emotions are exaggerated heavily: he experiences intense grief instead of sadness, shame and humiliation instead of mild embarrassment, rage instead of annoyance, and panic instead of uneasiness.
jarek is very sensitive to the way others treat him, by feeling intense joy and gratitude at perceived expressions of kindness, and intense sadness or anger at perceived criticism or hurtfulness. his feelings about others often shift from admiration or love to anger or dislike after a disappointment, a perceived threat of losing someone, or a perceived loss of esteem in the eyes of someone he values. while he longs for intimacy, jarek tends to have insecure, ambivalent, or fearfully preoccupied attachment patterns in relationships, and often views the world as dangerous and malevolent. he has trouble seeing a clear picture of his identity. he has difficulty knowing what he values, believes, prefers, and enjoys. jarek is entirely unsure about his long-term goals for relationships and his career. that's probably why he spends his time with mostly bad influences.
Likes:
- open fields
- parties
- cold weather
- exploring/adventures
- late night sprees
Dislikes:
- his teeth/smiling
- 'opening up' emotionally
- public speaking
- thinking about/planning the future
- staying in one place
Fears:
- agoraphobia is a fear of experiencing a panic attack in a place or situation from which escape may be difficult or embarrassing or they cannot obtain help. jarek typically fears being alone, being in a large crowd, flying, and being in an elevator.
- enosiophobia is the unnatural fear of criticism; otherwise, fear of having committed the unpardonable sin. this fear is often instilled in children who wish to please parents or loved ones. if they have grown up in a hyper-critical environment, it may lead them to feel as if they can never measure up to the expectations of that loved one and that everything that they do is wrong.
- haphephobia is a rare specific phobia that involves the fear of touching or of being touched. it is an acute exaggeration of the normal tendencies to protect one's personal space, expressed as a fear of contamination or invasion, and extending even to people whom its sufferers know well.
Biography: jarek was born to aileen and isaac wilhelm: a mortician and a personal lawyer, respectively, and distant cousins. aileen worked primarily for the state and various hospital morgues, while isaac worked directly under a new york court of one of the highest legal jurisdictions. their work often kept them from spending proper time around their son, which probably led to jarek's inevitable dependency issues, but that's not to say they were terrible parents. in fact, jarek was left with plenty of material belongings - mostly, a gigantic library in their equally massive mansion.
while his father encouraged him to study law as a child (rightly so, considering his high status as a lawyer), jarek often took to botany on the side - much to the dismay of both of his very serious parents. he adores horticulture, and, fun fact: his house isn't truly a home, just a hoarder mess of needless belongings and plants growing from the sporadically dirt-trodden floors. his youth before now was not only spent spent growing plants in secret, hiding them in jars and in the corners of windowsills and behind cans in cupboards (usually they'd die, of course, or grow to be pale and yellowed); but also learning all he could about law and the entrepreneurial charisma politicians displayed. his childhood was more of a clandestine double life than much else, with a 'fun' side and a 'boring' side very easily distinguishable.
Secret: jarek frequently abuses alcohol and suffers from borderline personality disorder.
Theme Song:
TELESCOPE - cage the elephant
afraid of what the truth might bring
he locks his doors and never leaves
desperately searching for signs
too terrified to find a thing
he battens all the hatches down
and wonders why he hears no sound
frantically searching his dreams
he wonders what it's all about
Other: ayyyyy
OP
►Full Name◄
oliver jamison cash
►Nickname◄
'ollie' or 'oli' seem to set him off when said to his face; apparently they sound too childish. we'll call him that anyway.
►Birth Date◄
may 26 (gemini)
►Age◄
15
►Gender◄
cisgender male
►Sexuality◄
closeted homosexual & homoromantic
►Relationship Status◄
single, and not quite searching
►Sexually Active◄
not at all
►Team Color◄
grey
►Years At Camp◄
this is oli's first year
►In Depth Appearance◄
oliver has a very androgynous face, with slightly chubby cheeks and a pixielike, upturned nose. he's been slow to develop, and as such doesn't quite have the strong jawline or square face that most other young man do. his eyes only help to babify his facial features, peering out glaringly cerulean and are almost unsettling in all their brightness. he seems to be wearing a permanent frown, not exactly a grimace but still too grieving to be a neutral expression. while some people have a 'resting bitch face,' oliver suffers from 'resting frowny face.' not very original, if you ask me.
his body is equally genderless. he doesn't have very strong shoulders, but they are straight-set and not as curved as a biological girl's. he is fairly skinny, weighing in at about one hundred and thirteen pounds, paired with a diminutive height of five foot seven. he has no muscle mass in his arms or legs, and the only thing that keeps his body from complete shapelessness might be the natural pocket of fat over his stomach. he's particularly annoyed by that - he'd prefer to be on either end of the body shape spectrum than have some weird bit of pudge from out of nowhere.
his body is equally genderless. he doesn't have very strong shoulders, but they are straight-set and not as curved as a biological girl's. he is fairly skinny, weighing in at about one hundred and thirteen pounds, paired with a diminutive height of five foot seven. he has no muscle mass in his arms or legs, and the only thing that keeps his body from complete shapelessness might be the natural pocket of fat over his stomach. he's particularly annoyed by that - he'd prefer to be on either end of the body shape spectrum than have some weird bit of pudge from out of nowhere.
►Habits & Quirks◄
- probably off-putting to others, oliver picks at his skin, mostly around his nails and knuckles. it makes the most annoying noise and likely doesn't look all that pretty, either.
- ollie pulls his hair from his head - a classic, albeit minor, case of trichotillomania. he'll twist the locks mostly from behind his ear around his finger and use that as leverage to rip them out.
- whenever he's sitting or in some leaning position where it's possible, oli will shake his leg and tap his feet on the ground. he's heard from somewhere that it "burns, like, twice as many calories as sitting still does."
- this could be considered a bad habit, as oliver isn't necessarily always doing it: slouching. he can't square his shoulders or straighten his spine to save his life. if someone reminds him, though, he'll likely shoot right back up and correct the issue.
- people from his team tend to be calmer, one might find, but oli seems to run everywhere he goes instead of patiently walking.
- ollie pulls his hair from his head - a classic, albeit minor, case of trichotillomania. he'll twist the locks mostly from behind his ear around his finger and use that as leverage to rip them out.
- whenever he's sitting or in some leaning position where it's possible, oli will shake his leg and tap his feet on the ground. he's heard from somewhere that it "burns, like, twice as many calories as sitting still does."
- this could be considered a bad habit, as oliver isn't necessarily always doing it: slouching. he can't square his shoulders or straighten his spine to save his life. if someone reminds him, though, he'll likely shoot right back up and correct the issue.
- people from his team tend to be calmer, one might find, but oli seems to run everywhere he goes instead of patiently walking.
►Likes & Dislikes◄
- likes: cold weather, (hot) tea - preferably irish breakfast, oversized sweaters, science, the x-files, ufos
dislikes: most dependent animals, large crowds, loud noises, small spaces, sitting still for too long, swimming, physical exercise
dislikes: most dependent animals, large crowds, loud noises, small spaces, sitting still for too long, swimming, physical exercise
►Fears & Phobias◄
oliver is agoraphobic (he can't stay in the middle of large crowds for too long), and while he doesn't suffer from clinical social anxiety, he does get a tad nervous in social situations.
►Good Personality Traits◄
bright. intuitive. witty. respectful. analytical. observant.
►Bad Personality Traits◄
deluded. unintelligent. paranoid. reserved. socially inept. incompetent.
►Personality◄
most of the time, oli's personality is both passionate and composed. he has an innocent curiosity that when combined with his creativity yields a character that is fascinated with everything, and fascinating in itself. he has a vast (or, rather, random) array of knowledge, which helps him to piece together ideas that would not often be associated with each other. in terms of emotional sensitivity, oliver is unsurpassed, with a specific talent for empathizing with other people's pain. despite his addictive personality, he remains very independent.
though oli is capable of being charming when he wants to be, for him it's just a tool. he is not an especially warm and intimate person, and his native stand-offishness is likely to have been a big contributing factor in his lack of closeness with others. even the few times he's opened up to close friends, personal revelations have often been shrouded in levity.
he radiates an aura of mystery, and his insightful observations and original ideas enable him to push change through with sheer willpower and force of personality. at times it will seem that he is bent on deconstructing and rebuilding every idea and system he comes into contact with, employing a sense of perfectionism and even morality to this work. anyone who doesn’t have the talent to keep up with his processes, or worse yet, doesn’t see the point of them, is likely to immediately and permanently lose his respect.
white lies and small talk are hard enough as it is for oliver, who craves truth and depth, but he may go so far as to see many social conventions as downright stupid. ironically, it is often best for him to remain where he is comfortable – out of the spotlight – where the natural confidence prevalent in him as he works with familiar environs can serve as its own beacon, attracting people, romantically or otherwise, of similar temperament and interests. mostly, social interaction is hard for him because his mind tends to switch from one topic to another in seconds, focusing on delusions and his false perceptions. it's all very exhausting for ollie.
oliver kind of tends to act without conscience, and his distaste for acting on emotion can emphasize that fact. he seems almost emotionless, deemed by others as cold-blooded and insensitive living by the mantra that emotions are for the weak. in fact, this isn't the case, and isn't ever going to be. while he will never be comfortable with a truly public display of emotions, tommy tries very hard to use them, to channel them alongside his creative approaches to issues to help him achieve his goals.
it is not easy to become good friends with oli. rather than traditional rules of social conduct or shared routine, oliver has exacting expectations for intellectual prowess, uncompromising honesty and a mutual desire to grow and learn as sovereign individuals. he is gifted, bright and development-oriented, and expect and encourage his friends to share this attitude. anyone falling short of this will be labeled a bore – anyone meeting these expectations will appreciate him of their own accord, forming a powerful and stimulating friendship that will stand the test of time. he does however, develop the odd delusion about people he meets... that proves to be a deal breaker for most, who don't like being unable to contact their newfound friend or be ghosted for weeks when oli grows suspicious or paranoid of them.
though oli is capable of being charming when he wants to be, for him it's just a tool. he is not an especially warm and intimate person, and his native stand-offishness is likely to have been a big contributing factor in his lack of closeness with others. even the few times he's opened up to close friends, personal revelations have often been shrouded in levity.
he radiates an aura of mystery, and his insightful observations and original ideas enable him to push change through with sheer willpower and force of personality. at times it will seem that he is bent on deconstructing and rebuilding every idea and system he comes into contact with, employing a sense of perfectionism and even morality to this work. anyone who doesn’t have the talent to keep up with his processes, or worse yet, doesn’t see the point of them, is likely to immediately and permanently lose his respect.
white lies and small talk are hard enough as it is for oliver, who craves truth and depth, but he may go so far as to see many social conventions as downright stupid. ironically, it is often best for him to remain where he is comfortable – out of the spotlight – where the natural confidence prevalent in him as he works with familiar environs can serve as its own beacon, attracting people, romantically or otherwise, of similar temperament and interests. mostly, social interaction is hard for him because his mind tends to switch from one topic to another in seconds, focusing on delusions and his false perceptions. it's all very exhausting for ollie.
oliver kind of tends to act without conscience, and his distaste for acting on emotion can emphasize that fact. he seems almost emotionless, deemed by others as cold-blooded and insensitive living by the mantra that emotions are for the weak. in fact, this isn't the case, and isn't ever going to be. while he will never be comfortable with a truly public display of emotions, tommy tries very hard to use them, to channel them alongside his creative approaches to issues to help him achieve his goals.
it is not easy to become good friends with oli. rather than traditional rules of social conduct or shared routine, oliver has exacting expectations for intellectual prowess, uncompromising honesty and a mutual desire to grow and learn as sovereign individuals. he is gifted, bright and development-oriented, and expect and encourage his friends to share this attitude. anyone falling short of this will be labeled a bore – anyone meeting these expectations will appreciate him of their own accord, forming a powerful and stimulating friendship that will stand the test of time. he does however, develop the odd delusion about people he meets... that proves to be a deal breaker for most, who don't like being unable to contact their newfound friend or be ghosted for weeks when oli grows suspicious or paranoid of them.
►Place Of Origin◄
emeryville, california
►Background◄
oliver's household started out loose from the beginning. his mother was a relatively wealthy woman, inheriting money from her father, a designer; his father was a relatively broken man, spending his own resources on nothing but alcohol day after day. thankfully, oliver senior didn't exactly fit into the violent cliché that's placed upon most alcoholic fathers. in fact, the man spent his days half-comatose on the couch, barely paying attention to the rambunctious kids he'd gotten stuck with. after having oliver, they got to work with a sibling that turned into two little twin girls. thus, oliver's job went from taking care of himself and his father to taking care of four humans all while attending school and otherwise. he went so far as to make personal rules for himself, obsessing over routines to keep the house afloat.
as a toddler, his intelligence was blossoming. he loved to draw and paint, but not on walls or with crayons on printer paper like other children. he drew on books, colour-coding his words like a natural synesthete and helping the illustrators fill in their sketches (obviously, mother didn't take all that well to her novels being desecrated like that). he picked up dictionaries early on and started learning the words and dictating them to his sisters. mother was rather unimpressed when his first word was not 'mom' or 'dad' or any variations of those terms, but 'obsess.' he claimed to relate to it quite well.
when he reached later childhood, the aforementioned responsibilities were placed on him. his mother, just reaching promotion to the CEO of a major fashion designer's company, left the house for months at a time to network. he realised his family didn't pay very much attention to him and took it hard. oliver turned to impressing his teachers, if only for a few moments, and bringing his fellow students to jealousy. when he got home, however, dad was always asleep on the couch, and the twins had gone at least six hours without food - it was always that way, after all. he ensured they all ended up fine by the end of the night, typically, but oliver himself remained malnutrited for the majority of his life because of the physical and mental stress.
camp liberty came to him by word of mouth. supposedly, it was a promising escape for kids his age. obviously oliver begged his mother to hire someone for at least the summer to take care of the family while he was gone, and with enough mindless pleading, she reluctantly agreed.
as a toddler, his intelligence was blossoming. he loved to draw and paint, but not on walls or with crayons on printer paper like other children. he drew on books, colour-coding his words like a natural synesthete and helping the illustrators fill in their sketches (obviously, mother didn't take all that well to her novels being desecrated like that). he picked up dictionaries early on and started learning the words and dictating them to his sisters. mother was rather unimpressed when his first word was not 'mom' or 'dad' or any variations of those terms, but 'obsess.' he claimed to relate to it quite well.
when he reached later childhood, the aforementioned responsibilities were placed on him. his mother, just reaching promotion to the CEO of a major fashion designer's company, left the house for months at a time to network. he realised his family didn't pay very much attention to him and took it hard. oliver turned to impressing his teachers, if only for a few moments, and bringing his fellow students to jealousy. when he got home, however, dad was always asleep on the couch, and the twins had gone at least six hours without food - it was always that way, after all. he ensured they all ended up fine by the end of the night, typically, but oliver himself remained malnutrited for the majority of his life because of the physical and mental stress.
camp liberty came to him by word of mouth. supposedly, it was a promising escape for kids his age. obviously oliver begged his mother to hire someone for at least the summer to take care of the family while he was gone, and with enough mindless pleading, she reluctantly agreed.
►Extra◄
favourite activity... yikes, drawing?
C O P Y R I G H T
This sheet was constructed by [ @HushedWhispers], herself. Any plagiarism of any kind will not be tolerated. And if need permission to borrow, please just ask.
OP
”it is better to be feared than loved, if you cannot be both.” – niccolo machiavelli
theme 1 | theme 2
►Full Name◄
fox kurt bellamia
►Nickname◄
just fox is all right - many like to go by their middle names, but he'd rather not be called the same way as his father.
►Birth Date◄
october 20
►Age◄
18
►Gender◄
cisgender male
►Sexuality◄
asexual & aromantic, but fox frequently manipulates people through flirting and faking his sexuality.
►Relationship Status◄
undetermined
►Sexually Active◄
only if necessary for his advancement (so, usually, no)
►Team Color◄
blue
►Years At Camp◄
third year
►In Depth Appearance◄
fox has very chiseled features, with high and sharp cheekbones that make him look more of a statue than like a teenager. his jawline is less defined, going in slightly towards his ears, but is still pointed and angular. he seems to be made up of angles, actually, with his bony figure 6-foot and one hundred fifty pound figure - not the healthiest weight to be. he carries minimal fat simply from poor eating habits and is mostly lean, long muscle, with more dancer's legs than a brawler's, and spindly arms made more for flexibility than bulk. his torso is in a vague v-shape, and the rest of his body is straight down, with no shapely silhouette to him at all.
he is not exactly distinctive outside of having a very jack skellington-esque body. fox has dark, feminine eyes that give no way into his soul. his brow is the only giveaway of his personality, always furrowed and focused like he's studying whoever he is with. his complexion is porcelain pale and usually blemish-free, simply because he doesn't eat anything that would affect his skin poorly and anything that interrupts the perfection streak gets scratched and picked off almost immediately (suppose it's anxious hands, or something along those lines). similarly, he has crescent-shaped scars in his forearms at almost all times, or just vertical lines if he is feeling more rampant.
he is not exactly distinctive outside of having a very jack skellington-esque body. fox has dark, feminine eyes that give no way into his soul. his brow is the only giveaway of his personality, always furrowed and focused like he's studying whoever he is with. his complexion is porcelain pale and usually blemish-free, simply because he doesn't eat anything that would affect his skin poorly and anything that interrupts the perfection streak gets scratched and picked off almost immediately (suppose it's anxious hands, or something along those lines). similarly, he has crescent-shaped scars in his forearms at almost all times, or just vertical lines if he is feeling more rampant.
►Habits & Quirks◄
- when things are not going fox's way, he will dig his nails into his skin and draw his aggression into himself rather than attack the other person (sometimes that impulse is too driven to ignore, however).
- to express his impatience in any situation, fox will tap his feet and look around as if he is losing interest. usually it's just a signal to whoever he's with that they have to hurry the pace.
- fox tilts his chin up to subtly show dominance, as it gives him a little more height and a general 'too good to be here' vibe.
- his shoulders are always squared, and his back is always straight - fox never seems to lose his immaculate composure.
- fox's hands are never visible whenever he is interacting, for no particular reason. it just seems like he's hiding something, but being dodgy is nothing new for fox bellamia.
- to express his impatience in any situation, fox will tap his feet and look around as if he is losing interest. usually it's just a signal to whoever he's with that they have to hurry the pace.
- fox tilts his chin up to subtly show dominance, as it gives him a little more height and a general 'too good to be here' vibe.
- his shoulders are always squared, and his back is always straight - fox never seems to lose his immaculate composure.
- fox's hands are never visible whenever he is interacting, for no particular reason. it just seems like he's hiding something, but being dodgy is nothing new for fox bellamia.
►Likes & Dislikes◄
- likes: travelling, social events, a chance at leadership, puzzles/any sort of 'brain exercise,' literature
dislikes: being spoken down to, media, mealtimes, camaraderie, staying in one place for too long
dislikes: being spoken down to, media, mealtimes, camaraderie, staying in one place for too long
►Fears & Phobias◄
as much as he seems like a self-confident asshole, fox is actually terrified of failure and losing his stunning reputation. he avoids getting himself in trouble as best as he can, and while he doesn't always apply himself in the best way, he ensures that nothing is done 'wrong.' if his attempts fall flat, fox does not take it well.
►Good Personality Traits◄
quick-witted . extremely intelligent . rational . adaptable . resourceful . charismatic
►Bad Personality Traits◄
harsh . manipulative . boastful . self-obsessed . arrogant . hot-headed . hostile
►Personality◄
fox's overall “style” of interacting involves considerable, persistent, maladaptive aggression, which, when confronted, is met by either more insistent anger or very depressed withdrawal.
fox embodies arrogance at its finest, and possesses characteristics common to narcissistic personalities. he is principally defined by the fact that he is narcissistic to the most pathological extreme. what distinguishes him from this vanity alone is his penchant for aggression. he actively seeks the superior or dominant position in any relationship or encounter. he abhors submission to any entity that could be viewed or conceptualized as a “higher power” or authority, even though he'll easily sink to that level when his guard is down. fox is fundamentally at war with anything that stands in the way of his unrestrained pursuit of his desires. some will accede to or give assent to demands placed on them when it is expedient to do so, but he never truly subordinates his will.
bellamia is ruthlessly self-advancing, generally at the expense of others. he actively and deliberately seeks to exploit and victimize others when to do so will further his own ends. fox tramples the rights and needs of others to satisfy his own desires. probably from this is where he has developed a pathological disdain for the truth - truth is the great equalizer, and fox always wants to maintain a position of advantage. so, he deliberately plays very loose with the truth when he's not flat out lying to con or dupe you. even worse, he lacks internal “brakes.” he does not arrest himself when he's on his missions and exercises little control over his impulses.
in more controlled times of mania, fox does his best to appear benign on the surface and to veil all his aggressive agendas. his use of tactics to conceal his intentions while simultaneously getting the better of others makes him most dangerous during this time, almost a wolf in sheep's clothing. however, it is important to note that fox is made up of phases, and this phase is not commonly visited. in a similarly rough phase, he seems senseless, remorseless, and completely empathy-devoid. he possesses a superficial charm and glibness and is extremely parasitic. being devoid of any empathy-based sense of bonding to others, having virtually no conscience, and having such a pathological sense of superiority, fox feels entitled to prey on those he sees as weaker and remorselessly engages in predatory aggression.
fox hurts people by definition. as strange as it may seem, though, inflicting pain on others is not his principal aim. he simply wants whatever it is he desires and is willing to run roughshod over anyone else to get it. getting his way is his main desire, and in the process, others often get hurt.
as a child he had some quality that made people look at him, then look away, then look back at him, troubled at something foreign. something looked out of his eyes, and was never there when one looked again. fox moved quietly and talked little, but he could enter no room without causing everyone to turn toward him. he made people uneasy, but not so that they wanted to go away from him. men and women alike wanted to inspect him, to be close to him, to try and find what caused the disturbance he distributed so subtly. and since this had always been so, fox did not find it strange.
fox has always been a liar, but he does not lie the way most young people do. his are no daydream lying, when the thing imagined is told and, to make it seem more real, told as real. the difference between a lie and a story is that a story utilizes the trappings and appearance of truth for the interest of the listener as well as of the teller; a story has in it neither gain nor loss, but a lie is a device for profit or escape. his lies are never innocent. their purpose is to escape punishment, or work, or responsibility, and they are used for profit. most liars are tripped up either because they forget what they have told or because the lie is suddenly faced with an incontrovertible truth. fox does not forget his untruths, and he has developed the most effective method of lying: he stays close enough to the truth so that one could never be sure. he knows two other methods also — either to intertwine his lies with truth or to tell a truth as though it were a lie.
nearly everyone in the world has appetites and impulses, trigger emotions, islands of selfishness, lusts just beneath the surface. most people either hold such things in check or indulge them secretly. fox knows not only these impulses in others but how to use them for his own gain. he does not believe in any other tendencies in humans, for while he is preternaturally alert in some directions he is completely blind in others. parasitic, manipulative fox is the embodiment of evil by popular opinion. his evil seems to be innate and all-consuming, as he displays murderous and perverse tendencies from an early age. he has an overwhelmingly pessimistic view of humankind: fox believes that there is only evil in the world and therefore surrenders himself to it fully. all the while, he fails to understand the good in others and instead uses their trusting natures to achieve his own predatory ends.
fox embodies arrogance at its finest, and possesses characteristics common to narcissistic personalities. he is principally defined by the fact that he is narcissistic to the most pathological extreme. what distinguishes him from this vanity alone is his penchant for aggression. he actively seeks the superior or dominant position in any relationship or encounter. he abhors submission to any entity that could be viewed or conceptualized as a “higher power” or authority, even though he'll easily sink to that level when his guard is down. fox is fundamentally at war with anything that stands in the way of his unrestrained pursuit of his desires. some will accede to or give assent to demands placed on them when it is expedient to do so, but he never truly subordinates his will.
bellamia is ruthlessly self-advancing, generally at the expense of others. he actively and deliberately seeks to exploit and victimize others when to do so will further his own ends. fox tramples the rights and needs of others to satisfy his own desires. probably from this is where he has developed a pathological disdain for the truth - truth is the great equalizer, and fox always wants to maintain a position of advantage. so, he deliberately plays very loose with the truth when he's not flat out lying to con or dupe you. even worse, he lacks internal “brakes.” he does not arrest himself when he's on his missions and exercises little control over his impulses.
in more controlled times of mania, fox does his best to appear benign on the surface and to veil all his aggressive agendas. his use of tactics to conceal his intentions while simultaneously getting the better of others makes him most dangerous during this time, almost a wolf in sheep's clothing. however, it is important to note that fox is made up of phases, and this phase is not commonly visited. in a similarly rough phase, he seems senseless, remorseless, and completely empathy-devoid. he possesses a superficial charm and glibness and is extremely parasitic. being devoid of any empathy-based sense of bonding to others, having virtually no conscience, and having such a pathological sense of superiority, fox feels entitled to prey on those he sees as weaker and remorselessly engages in predatory aggression.
fox hurts people by definition. as strange as it may seem, though, inflicting pain on others is not his principal aim. he simply wants whatever it is he desires and is willing to run roughshod over anyone else to get it. getting his way is his main desire, and in the process, others often get hurt.
as a child he had some quality that made people look at him, then look away, then look back at him, troubled at something foreign. something looked out of his eyes, and was never there when one looked again. fox moved quietly and talked little, but he could enter no room without causing everyone to turn toward him. he made people uneasy, but not so that they wanted to go away from him. men and women alike wanted to inspect him, to be close to him, to try and find what caused the disturbance he distributed so subtly. and since this had always been so, fox did not find it strange.
fox has always been a liar, but he does not lie the way most young people do. his are no daydream lying, when the thing imagined is told and, to make it seem more real, told as real. the difference between a lie and a story is that a story utilizes the trappings and appearance of truth for the interest of the listener as well as of the teller; a story has in it neither gain nor loss, but a lie is a device for profit or escape. his lies are never innocent. their purpose is to escape punishment, or work, or responsibility, and they are used for profit. most liars are tripped up either because they forget what they have told or because the lie is suddenly faced with an incontrovertible truth. fox does not forget his untruths, and he has developed the most effective method of lying: he stays close enough to the truth so that one could never be sure. he knows two other methods also — either to intertwine his lies with truth or to tell a truth as though it were a lie.
nearly everyone in the world has appetites and impulses, trigger emotions, islands of selfishness, lusts just beneath the surface. most people either hold such things in check or indulge them secretly. fox knows not only these impulses in others but how to use them for his own gain. he does not believe in any other tendencies in humans, for while he is preternaturally alert in some directions he is completely blind in others. parasitic, manipulative fox is the embodiment of evil by popular opinion. his evil seems to be innate and all-consuming, as he displays murderous and perverse tendencies from an early age. he has an overwhelmingly pessimistic view of humankind: fox believes that there is only evil in the world and therefore surrenders himself to it fully. all the while, he fails to understand the good in others and instead uses their trusting natures to achieve his own predatory ends.
►Place Of Origin◄
straight outta manhattan
►Background◄
fox was born to an A-lister who had children simply for the accessory of children, kurt bellamia. kurt was a rockstar, self-involved in all ways and only married to an opera singer for hr wealth, beauty, and the possible popularity it would bring him. unfortunately, after giving birth to fox's sister about nine months after him, she was taken by maternal death. kurt grew loathsome of fox's sister, anastasia, and eventually fox was the only person in the world that ana knew that was kind to her... relatively. he was always a bad influence, convincing her to go stealing from shops with him, telling her to skip school with him so he wouldn't have to be alone. neither of them quite realised the impact of their actions. and with kurt on tour constantly, their nurse didn't do much to stop them.
with all the time he spent with his younger sister instead of with other kids in his year, fox grew distanced from other children, and developed a certain social inadequacy. he was diagnosed with conduct disorder at age nine, and subsequently, at age ten, oppositional defiance disorder. these take form in frequent bursts of aggression, which he has only slightly learned to control. fox tailored other people to fit his unpredictable personality by manipulating them into something more docile, or at least admiring of him so that they do not grow tired of him once he inevitably throws a temper tantrum. throughout elementary, he was the angry kid that constantly got into trouble.
throughout middle school, fox grew into a more socially learned individual, developing a deeper understanding of psychology and utilising it for his own advancement. he figured out that kids were very prone to his flirtatious advances and would do anything he wanted once they liked him, so obviously he became known for being rather promiscuous - but it did get him to the top of his class. when he arrived in high school, he maintained his reputation with ease, having no problem manipulating even his teachers into liking him. he reserved his neurodivergent fits for when he was at home, and managed to hide all of it from public view. when he was a sophomore and fifteen years old, however, fox received a B- on a midterm. this set him off to the point of destruction of government property. the school, not appreciative of it, suspended him for a month, and kurt realised this was the time to do something.
fox was sent to the camp originally to deal with his issues socialising. his first year, he was rather awkward, unsure of himself and only a fraction as possessive as he was outside of camp, but fox eventually grew to be more regal and fit the 'blue' stereotype as the years progressd.
with all the time he spent with his younger sister instead of with other kids in his year, fox grew distanced from other children, and developed a certain social inadequacy. he was diagnosed with conduct disorder at age nine, and subsequently, at age ten, oppositional defiance disorder. these take form in frequent bursts of aggression, which he has only slightly learned to control. fox tailored other people to fit his unpredictable personality by manipulating them into something more docile, or at least admiring of him so that they do not grow tired of him once he inevitably throws a temper tantrum. throughout elementary, he was the angry kid that constantly got into trouble.
throughout middle school, fox grew into a more socially learned individual, developing a deeper understanding of psychology and utilising it for his own advancement. he figured out that kids were very prone to his flirtatious advances and would do anything he wanted once they liked him, so obviously he became known for being rather promiscuous - but it did get him to the top of his class. when he arrived in high school, he maintained his reputation with ease, having no problem manipulating even his teachers into liking him. he reserved his neurodivergent fits for when he was at home, and managed to hide all of it from public view. when he was a sophomore and fifteen years old, however, fox received a B- on a midterm. this set him off to the point of destruction of government property. the school, not appreciative of it, suspended him for a month, and kurt realised this was the time to do something.
fox was sent to the camp originally to deal with his issues socialising. his first year, he was rather awkward, unsure of himself and only a fraction as possessive as he was outside of camp, but fox eventually grew to be more regal and fit the 'blue' stereotype as the years progressd.
►Extra◄
drawing & making dumb lil edits
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MAXIMILLIAN ❝MOON❞ REED
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Inpatient residential treatment at psychiatric hospitals involves a specialized, extended length of stay program for adolescents aged 10-17, who need a longer, more stable therapeutic environment to achieve success in managing their behavior with the aid of medication management and CBT therapy. Each patient and parent works closely with a licensed master level therapist to achieve treatment plan goals, with individual sessions held weekly with a licensed psychiatrist.
Our psychiatric team aims to provide orientation for emotionally disturbed people and to prepare them for the return to daily life, for long term therapy, or for rehabilitation respectively.
A team of psychologists, therapists, physicians, and nurses put into practice treatment plans individually tailored to patients' needs in our clinic in four wards, with a total of 80 beds. This means that an environment for the patient is created which allows them to experience as much normality as possible. The goal is a transition to a life without psychiatry.
A closed ward produces aggression. Freedom is one of the basic requirements for a relaxed therapeutic atmosphere, therefore we practice an open door system. We do not separate our units according to disorder or gender. In this way, we are able to markedly reduce the potential for aggressive behavior. Less concentration, less rage.
We are based in one ward with 20 beds. It has a day room where you watch television, read, draw, etc. There is a front desk where nurses stay and monitor your rooms and where medication is distributed, and where you may retrieve belongings that aren't permitted to stay in your personal rooms (which have two people each, assigned by sex).
There are a variety of different therapeutic group sessions that can be combined with each other like building blocks:
- medical treatment
- psychotherapy
- individual therapy
- group therapy [anxiety, psychosis, depression, borderline]
- training programs [assertiveness, cognitive, and relaxation training]
- exercise therapy [gymnastic conditioning, dance]
- occupational therapy [development of skills for everyday life, interaction training]
- art therapy [painting, open workshop, drama therapy]
- music therapy [singing, experimental music group]
- animal assisted therapy
- psychotherapy
- individual therapy
- group therapy [anxiety, psychosis, depression, borderline]
- training programs [assertiveness, cognitive, and relaxation training]
- exercise therapy [gymnastic conditioning, dance]
- occupational therapy [development of skills for everyday life, interaction training]
- art therapy [painting, open workshop, drama therapy]
- music therapy [singing, experimental music group]
- animal assisted therapy
Visiting hours are held each Saturday and Sunday from 2:00 pm - 4:00 pm for families of children and teens in the residential program.
AM
8:00 - wake up, medication, blood pressure, weight
8:30 - breakfast
9:00 - group therapy
12:00 - occupational therapy/future goals
PM
2:00 - snack, medication
3:00 - lunchtime
5:00 - dinner
6:00 - recreational therapy [exercise, art, music, and/or animal therapy usually]
8:00 - snack time, medication, blood pressure, weight
9:00 - saying 'positives' and 'negatives' of day, or group discussion to get rid of tension between patients
10:00 - bedtime
These rules can be broken, but your character would need to be very, very inconspicuous.
- no spiral notebooks, underwires on bras, or laces on your shoes - you will be given zipties
- money will be confiscated
- no outside food or drinks allowed in
- you will be scanned for metal every time you leave and enter the ward
- rooms are checked twice weekly
- personal therapy once a week, group every morning
- no going to bed sooner or later than bedtime
- no makeup or hair extensions
- patients must be dressed as if they were to leave the ward at any time; this means no sleepwear during the day
- no leaving the ward unless you have keycards [and only staff will have these]
- self-harming (and any instruments involved), cigarettes, alcohol, and drugs are strictly not allowed on the ward
- you may not have a laptop or phone in the ward
- all wires, including charging cables for technology, are not allowed
- patients cannot be alone unless they have reason to go to the quiet room [if you get overwhelmed you can go here to calm down or if you get in trouble you get sent in here - it's a cement room with a place to sit]
- no keeping papers or pencils in your room, everything is at the nurses' station or a tech
- patients room in pairs separated by sex
Don't be intimidated by the amount of rules! I'm not very strict at all.
- Advanced players only. Posts must have at least two paragraphs that aren't made up entirely of dialogue.
- Romance is okay. Anything beyond that is not only inappropriate for the roleplay given the setting and age of characters (10-17), but not tolerated on this site. If it is absolutely crucial to character development, let it be implied.
- Take turns on posting! Make sure everyone you interacted with in your last post has a chance to reply before making another post; even then, wait until at least three other people have posted.
- One character allowed per person, for now. Later on there may be more allowed.
- If you are not able to represent an illness correctly, don't give your character said illness.
- If you're going to represent an illness and then romanticize it, don't join this at all. Common examples: depression just being sad and disengaged, anorexia nervosa just being skinny and having no appetite. You need to play out the ugly side of illnesses, too.
- Don't be afraid to ask questions if you're afraid of breaking the above two rules! Chances are, your GM or other players have answers or advice.
- It should be noted that this is a very typical psychiatric hospital, nothing maximum security, but also not cheap and dingy. That said, there will be no "breaking out" tropes or anything similar.
- Additionally, adolescent hospitals don't usually have patients who stay for more than a year, so stay realistic. Not many disorders can get you into the hospital in the first place without some degree of severity.
photo credit to sofy brinister
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TREEWIT PSYCHIATRIC HOSPITAL
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