Welcome to Lovecraft Asylum.
Oh It's not really an Asylum
More like a prison of your own mind.
Children, young adults, elders...
You all suffer from what others would call OID. Overactive Imagination Disorder.
Most of the time you can ignore it
But what happens when you start to feel pain from your mental images? See others with the same problem as though through an Astral Plane? What happens, when the monsters you see become the thing that kills your best friend?
Can you unsee what only you see?
Or will you be trapped in your own imagination?
The ultimate goal is to find the key to stop the constant hallucinations; finding the inner key as to why your character suffers for OID*. Each player will have their own world they have built around themselves, or different ways they see everyday objects as opposed to how they normally would. Just an example, someone might see a pen as a gun to defeat their enemies with. Though this is helpful in defeating the monsters that plague your mind, it can also be hazardous to those around you. And yes, it is within their imagination that your character would meet others suffering from the same thing; or monsters of their worst nightmares. Will you search for the cure? Or will you succumb to the nightmare that is your constant overactive imagination?
THIS IS A VOICE ACTED RP. ANY AND ALL WORDS SPOKEN BY YOUR CHARACTERS MUST BE VOICE ACTED AND LINKED TO YOUR POST.
Upload or record your voice here for your character sheet, and for your posts.
If you cannot voice act but wish to participate, we might be able to work out something where someone may speak for your characters if they so desire. The point of voice acting is to have fun and be a little creative, and it should never be a stressful task. PM me if you have any further questions or concerns about voice acting.
*OID is not meant to replicate real mental illnesses or bear offense to anyone suffering from mental illness. Player discretion is advised.
1. No Sues. No Metagaming. No Godly powers. Nope. Nope. NOPE.
2. Plot and tension between characters is great, but blatantly insulting someone in the ooc isn't. Lets keep the drama where it belongs; in character.
3. This is a bit more realistic in the sense that your character isn't going to know what the hell to do when shit hits the fan. They're just like you or me, but they see things differently. Don't go charging into action like an anime hero unless your character has had time to develop that much of a backbone. They're imaginative to the point of illness, not delusional.
4. If you read the rules, please put the word 'Peanut' at the top or bottom of your CS.
5. Note that death or insanity is a very real possibility in people suffering from this illness; but again, this is realistic. No one goes insane after one bout with a monster. Yes, they'd be scared. Yes they might start to lose it, but emotions should be kept in check to be as realistic as possible.
6. Have fun! :)
7. One last thing. Everyone has visited 'Lovecraft Asylum' This institution is not real, and is the only thing people suffering from OID consistently have imagined, visiting said asylum and being diagnosed with OID. Make sure to include this in your CS.
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Appearance: pic with or without description
Height:
Weight:
Personality:
Bio:
OID: here, you can put what it is they believe surrounds them. What does their mental universe look like? Any objects that are switched into something different? Clothing they usually see other people wear? Etc.
Monster: What or who is their personal boogieman? What will torment them as they traverse the realm of their Imagination? Pics, description of abilities and why your character is afraid of them.
Key: What is the key to curing their OID? Is it a book they must find?A personal goal they must reach?
~Preferences~
Loves:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Hates:
Voice Audition: I wan't a solid paragraph at the very least. Give me what they'll sound like.
Name: Dr. Dimitrius
Age: ??
Gender: Male
Appearance:
Height: 7 ft
Weight: ??
Personality: Eccentric, Honest, Demure
Bio: Not much is known about Dr. Dimitrius, other than he is an expert in the field of Imaginative Disorders and Derivatives.
Voice
Name: "Nurse"
Age: ??
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Height: 6'0
Weight:??
Personality: Silent, Loyal, Ruthless
Bio: Not much is known about Lovecraft Asylums "Nurse," Other than she never speaks and comes to Dr. Dimitrius' every beck and call. It's important to note that she evidently prefers dressing in maid uniforms or nurse ones and carries with her a large chainsaw at all times.
Accepted Patients:
▸ Age: 25.
▸ Gender: Female.
▸ Height: 5ft 2.
▸ Weight: 125lbs.
▸ Personality: Considerate. Free Spirit. Stubborn. Family Oriented. Night Owl. Creative. Technophobe.
▸ Biography: Evangeline was your typical girl next door. The Midwest sweetheart teen growing up. The girl you wanted to take home to momma. She lived in a small town where everyone knew everyone and gossip was the only thing that was worth talking about. When she wasn't doing household chores, she was outside with her dark hair flying in the wind, her smile lines deeply carved into her sun kissed skin.
One day while painting, the storm clouds moved in quicker than usual. "Damn it." Evangeline growled, trying to grab her supplies without ruining her work. The sky rumbled with thunder, a huge lightening strike lit up the sky and the heavy rain started to pour. Evangeline looked up, and let out a huge laugh. This was life, and no matter how bad it got, she found happiness. Her teeth chattered as she quickly began walking back to the house her parents had raised her in.
That is when she met Keith. Keith had been the guy in high school where every girl within a 10 mile radius had a crush on, and there he was staring at Eva. "Need an umbrella miss?" he called from his porch, as if the heavens themselves had opened up and spoke through his perfectly shaped lips. Evangeline stopped and turned towards Keith. He had grown more handsome since high school and it was apparent as the blood raced to her cheeks that she had fell over the Keith curse. "Yes sir!" Evangeline called, biting her lip afterwards and shaking her head as he approached her with the umbrella.
"Yes sir!? I must look so stupid..." she thought to herself as he reached her, placing the umbrella over the two of them as he continued to walk her home. The silence was broken by his warm voice, "That is mighty pretty." he commented to the painting, and Evangeline was sold. They talked the whole walk home. He wouldn't stop making her laugh. Several bouquet of lilies, two movie dates, and three months later Keith was proposing with the biggest ring Eva had seen this side of the river.
Evangeline moved right in to Keith's home, and was the talk of the town for a few weeks. "What would he want with her?" they sneered between glances, as they walked by. Evangeline paid no notice, she was madly in love with Keith. The catch of the town, the muse behind the beautiful paintings she began producing and displaying all around the house. "What do you think of this one baby?" Evangeline would call from the room she had made into her studio. "Baby?" she'd call with no answer.
Keith wasn't home from work yet, late again for the 25th time that month. Evangeline's eyes looked up at the clock. The ticking was loud, invading every corner of the room. "He must be getting me something special this time, a gift maybe." she smiled speaking loudly over the sound of the clock, imagining Keith coming through the door with a huge present for her.
"I'm so sorry I've been late all these days my little peanut he'll say!" Evangeline mumbled.
"I've been planning a huge surprise for you my one true love he'll say!" Evangeline screamed running to the clock and ripping it off the wall.
Keith came into the kitchen, and it was the last thing Evangeline remembers from that night. Or at least that is what she told the nurses at Lovecraft Asylum. Many more memories remained from that night, but she didn't want to recall them to these nurses, these doctors. They just didn't understand! She had been admitted not too long after the incident by the local sheriff's office, as it seemed most appropriate than sitting in the jail cell.
▸ OID: Evangeline's universe is plagued with technology, as this is the trigger that caused her to kill her Husband, Keith. As one can imagine, the clock, cellphone text messages and phone calls to his mistress, and the different purchases and sites visited on their computer caused her OID madness. Technology items turn into monsters and make very LOUD noises. Screeching noises. Even watches seem to tick at deafening pitches.
▸ Monster: Keith is Evangeline's personal boogeyman. He appears in the kind male who tends to get too close. The monsters in normal everyday appliances appear as normal women but soon become very disfigured women; missing limbs, sunken eyes and features, claws, screaming voices, demons of sorts. They leave her disoriented with the loud noises, and she cant escape them unless her sight and hearing senses are blocked by something.
▸ Key: Evangeline needs to find her roots back to her painting days. Recreating her painting from that night would unleash her from the demons. She needs to find someone who gives her the flame inside her heart to produce the painting that she had created that night that her OID was born from.
▸ Preferences ◂
Loves: Outside. Quiet. Hot baths.
Likes: Dessert. Working with her hands. Hugs.
Dislikes: Being told what to do. Ketchup.
Hates: Loud noises. Technology. Keith.
▸ Voice Audition: I have a little bit of a cold right now, so my character's voice might change just a tad bit when I get over the cold! But my monologue is from Heavy Rain- also where I kind of got the idea from my character from- so I hope you enjoy~
Evangeline
Name: Anita Crimson
PEANUT PEANUT PEANUT
Age: 13
Gender: Female
Appearance:
Truly appears as:
In her Imagination:
Height: 4'7 ft
Weight: 90 lbs
Personality: Bubbly, Bright, Loyal, Protective, Adventuring
Bio: Growing up in the woods far away from the cities with her aunt, Anita has lived a life of seclusion. She knows nothing of her parents, other than the possibility that they live somewhere far away or that they're dead, but her aunt has confirmed neither. She's spent her days in the orchard of their home, picking fruits and selling them, and the baked goods they make with the fresh grind their windmill helps them produce, in the local village. Crimson's Fruits is their shop name. Run, stocked, and owned by Anitas aunt and herself. It's hard work, but she enjoys it. Afterall, it gives Anita plenty of time to run around the forest, exploring, playing. She lived for her Aunts faerietales, the ones of knights in shining armor and ladies of the lagoon.
When she was ten, however, whilst exploring she stumbled upon a wolfs den. The solitary wolf had been collecting bodies of other forest friends... and one human. Upon seeing the corpse's fresh entrails spilling forth from its gut, Anita ran away blindly. She was so scared, that even when she came home and boarded up the cottage door, she could see the wolf. He had chased her, and was ramming itself against the cottage door. She swore up and down, screaming, that it was going to get her...
Until a few hours later, when her Aunt finally dumped water onto her head. Her and the town doctor were there, holding her down. From the looks of things it'd been quite a struggle. The Doctor checked her out, saying that nothing was wrong with her.
She was taken to Lovecraft Asylum, where the doctors there diagnosed her with OID. She doesn't remember much of the visit, nor if her aunt was even there, but she was told to be careful and be on her way.
Now she frequently wanders the woods, blade in hand, ready to find the wolf to confront him herself.
OID: Anita believes she is a warrior, a protector of her village. She goes against the cur that is the Wolf haunting her and her village. She spends her time often training in the yard with her blade (which is actually a pointy stick) and knives, waiting for the day she may see the Wolf once more.
Monster:
The Wolf.
The truth is... it isn't a wolf. It was a man she saw that day, devouring human flesh. Her young mind could not comprehend what she saw though, and to this day sees only a wolf. She fears him, and what he symbolizes. A darker world outside of her village, the side of horror that is her true faerietales.
Key: Killing the wolf... or becoming one herself.
~Preferences~
Loves: Fruit, Swordfighting, faerietales
Likes: Cooking, wandering the woods
Dislikes: The dark, cold
Hates: The Wolf, The truth behind human nature
Voice Audition:
Anita wandered the woods, brandishing her silver blade as her scarlet hood twisted in the ominous wind. As she walked, swaying her blade, she began to sing.
Name: Angelo Ortega
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Appearance: normally (without wings)=
his world self=
Height: 6ft
Weight: 230
Personality: hard working, smart ass, lonely, daydreamer
Bio: his family was normal, in fact so normal it bored him to tears he looked to find something that would get his adrenaline pumping and he turned to videogames. he secluded himself from the world wishing and hoping that he could have a life like the hero's in his game that saved damsels, fought monsters, and became legends. he played games loving the adrenaline pumping in him and he kept playing usually by himself and he enjoyed it but he made sure not to mix games with reality, he just knew reality sucked. he learned about angels from his aunts who were nuns and how they were the greatest of hero's cause they live in our reality now in the bible.
however one day when he went to his aunt to church for service their was a gas explosion that caused a fire and while Angelo was able to get his aunt out he was trapped inside, the smoke filling his lungs and the fire heating up around him he believed he was dying but before the last bit of life escaped him he looked up and saw that while everywhere their was smoke their was the archangel Gabriel looking down on him looking like he was smiling. when he woke up in the hospital a few days later he looked and saw the world before him he believed he was glowing and he felt his back hurt but he looked back to see wings on him then he felt truly happy so when he was able he ran out the window and tried to fly with them but obviously he landed on a car and they thought he was suicidal but through it all Angelo was smiling wide thinking he was living an adventure as he looked to see his bag of 'equipment' which was really just his backpack. From that day on he believed he was his own angel and he couldn't be given the title of archangel until he faced the demon, obviously he wanted to get training done with his sword but they took it away from him after an accident with Angelo attacking his families backyard flame pit and burning his little sister which when he saw the fire on his face he knocked her out with the pipe hoping to beat the demon, needless to say Angelo was afraid to use his sword or attack the demon again for fear it would latch onto another friend and make him hurt them like his sister
Because of this he was diagnosed with OID and as such was told that the demon he was looking for was inside the castle which was the asylum Angelo was afraid to go in but he didn't have much of a choice since they got all his equipment and put it their knowing he couldn't take on the demon without the equipment he was forced to go in anyways and now cant leave knowing that he cant until he beats the demon once and for all
OID: around Angelo he believes the world looks like
his mental universe is like one of his video games where he was a hero and nobody else knew it and he thinks he an archangel in hiding among normal peasants believing he had to protect the world from a foul demon (the fire). He always thinks he is wearing divine armor while people around his wore cloths of their station like a noble woman's outfit or a peasant and so on from the dark ages while his backpack was his bag of equipment where he held his special 'white blade' of justice which in reality is an iron bar he found somewhereMonster:
is his literal personal demon. every time he sees a fire he thinks he sees the image of that demon their and tries to extinguish it before it can grow in power Key: he needs to do two things, he needs to walk into a church again through a full sermon and he also has to face his fear of fire and believe that their is no demon their
~Preferences~
Loves: games, angels, acting like a hero
Likes: pizza, swimming, the cold
Dislikes: salad, mean people, being in crowds
Hates: fire, forced interaction, being hot
Voice Audition: http://vocaroo.com/i/s03aFzWqZnuK
after the accident when he first wakes up
(Peanut)
