Patient sheet:
And, the Staff Sheet:
Full Name: Carson Thomas Stappleton.
Nickname: He was often called 'freak', 'carrot' or 'emo boy' at school, before he got in the asylum. None other known by the moment.(?)
Age: 22 years old, though he might look younger.
Gender: Male
Height: 1.69m (5'5ft)
Weight: 135lbs
Physical appearance: He was originally born a ginger, but as he grew up and the bullying started at school, he dyed his hair a dark brunette to try and disguise it. Of fair skin (or rather said, pale), and bright blue eyes that might look deep and dark whenever he throws at you one of his typical insane glares. Small, full heart-shaped lips his face. He has pierced ears (both) and also got a black ring piercing on his lower lip. Dark circules could be seen under his eyes, due to lack of sleep. He's slim and keeps himself in a good shape, though he doesn't eat very well. It's not unusual to find him with a broken lip (from biting them), a bleeding wound, bruises or scratches all over his body. He has several scars all along his forearms and calves, some over his abdomen and one large that goes horizontal at one side of his neck. (Also visible in the GIF below)
Mental Illnesses:
- Bipolar disorder: Suffering extreme changes of mood, going from euphoria and excess energy to depression and exhaustion.
- Insomnia, with sleep apnea: Inability to sleep; habitual sleepnessness that comes with a temporary cessation of breathing during sleep.
- Panic disorder: Brief attacks of intense terror and apprehension, often marked by trembling, shaking, confusion, dizziness, nausea, and/or difficulty breathing.
- Borderline personality disorder: Unstable relationships with other people, unstable sense of self, and unstable emotions.
Symptoms/aftermath-repercussions:
*Self-harm
*Panic attacks
*Depression
*Agressive behavior
*Euphoria
*Exhaustion
*Recurrent headaches/migrain
*Involuntary tremors
*Confusion
Abilities: He can manipulate his surroundings, as in, he can control colors and sounds and speed of movement of things around him. He can randomly colour a wall green by will, or mute the TV or someone's chattering, or make a leaf fall to the ground in slow motion, using merely mental power to do so. He cannot control other's acts or things as in telekinesis, though. Illusions is what he creates. He can even make himself invisible to everyone's eyes, which he's rather good at.
Minor abilities: He's a cunning, manipulative guy. He knows how to talk to people, he knows how to get on their nerves or how to attract them, whenever he wants to. He's got an inherent charm about him. Might be an intellectual ability or maybe he just knows how to manage himself around; maybe it's that carefree aura of his, or his taunting smirks, but surely it's a skill he domains well.
Reason for admittance: His mother seeked for help and sent him there since she suspected he was attempting to commit suicide after finding him in the bathroom bleeding himself out.
Bio: Carson used to seem like a normal kid when he was younger, maybe a little too shy, a bit too fidgety, a tad too hyper. But, he was okay, everyone asumed it was because he might be just another spoiled child from a nice family. Nobody ever suspected he had something going on in his head, not even his parents. He didn't really had a terrible childhood as one could expect; yeah, he didn't have any friends at school and was constantly victim of bullying, but that wasn't something specially 'traumatic' for him. Both his parents loved him and looked after him, he had it all... Until, suddenly, he didn't. It had been a car accident, they said, and his father lost his life behind the wheel. And with his, he lost Carson's too. His father was his everything, his guardian angel... who, ironically, would truly become the later after said events. He was fifteen by then.
His mother took him to several psychologists and therapists to help him move on with the emotional trauma, but nobody could really fix his loss. It had been just a trigger, of course, to set all that insanity free for once. The anxiety grew and the depression came along with insomnia. It just all evolved with time. When he turned eighteen, he was introduced to an apparent solution to his haunting demons: physical pain. That's when the self-harm started; at first, it was way too easy to hide, not only ocassionally cutting himself, but also hitting or pinching or scratching hard on the skin would suffice (for a while, of course). Until it wasn't enough, until the pain was way too superficial and he needed more. And it gradually increased. Pinching a little harder, bruising skin; scratching to the point of drawing blood; cutting a little deepper. It was suicidal, not really, just a desperate need of release out of all that emotional and physical distress. But it might have went a tad too far the moment he thought cutting his neck would be a good idea; he really just wanted to see and smell and taste the blood, he needed it. So he did; he passed out in matter of minutes, and her mother found him just in time and called an ambulance.
They thought he might have schizofrenia because his mother had sometimes heard him 'talking alone', but the tests results didn't support this idea, so this fact was stated as an independent factor. After the diagnosis, her mother asked to have him allowed into some mental institution, and she found this one to be fairly appropiate.
His life ended the moment he stepped into that horrid asylum, at least to his eyes.
Extras: He's often seen listening to music via an iPod he secretly owns (and if the nurses know, they failed to take it from him), it seems to be his escape and the best (if not only) way to calm him down.
He has a habit of licking his lips constantly.
Sometimes, when he's alone, he can be heard 'talking to himself', though he's actually talking to his father (no, he cannot talk to the dead, it's just of an emotional nature, it kind of helps him when he's stressed or depressed).
Also, he really likes the taste of blood, but that might only serve as a trigger for his agressive/dangerous behavior.
Nickname: He was often called 'freak', 'carrot' or 'emo boy' at school, before he got in the asylum. None other known by the moment.(?)
Age: 22 years old, though he might look younger.
Gender: Male
Height: 1.69m (5'5ft)
Weight: 135lbs
Physical appearance: He was originally born a ginger, but as he grew up and the bullying started at school, he dyed his hair a dark brunette to try and disguise it. Of fair skin (or rather said, pale), and bright blue eyes that might look deep and dark whenever he throws at you one of his typical insane glares. Small, full heart-shaped lips his face. He has pierced ears (both) and also got a black ring piercing on his lower lip. Dark circules could be seen under his eyes, due to lack of sleep. He's slim and keeps himself in a good shape, though he doesn't eat very well. It's not unusual to find him with a broken lip (from biting them), a bleeding wound, bruises or scratches all over his body. He has several scars all along his forearms and calves, some over his abdomen and one large that goes horizontal at one side of his neck. (Also visible in the GIF below)
Mental Illnesses:
- Bipolar disorder: Suffering extreme changes of mood, going from euphoria and excess energy to depression and exhaustion.
- Insomnia, with sleep apnea: Inability to sleep; habitual sleepnessness that comes with a temporary cessation of breathing during sleep.
- Panic disorder: Brief attacks of intense terror and apprehension, often marked by trembling, shaking, confusion, dizziness, nausea, and/or difficulty breathing.
- Borderline personality disorder: Unstable relationships with other people, unstable sense of self, and unstable emotions.
Symptoms/aftermath-repercussions:
*Self-harm
*Panic attacks
*Depression
*Agressive behavior
*Euphoria
*Exhaustion
*Recurrent headaches/migrain
*Involuntary tremors
*Confusion
Abilities: He can manipulate his surroundings, as in, he can control colors and sounds and speed of movement of things around him. He can randomly colour a wall green by will, or mute the TV or someone's chattering, or make a leaf fall to the ground in slow motion, using merely mental power to do so. He cannot control other's acts or things as in telekinesis, though. Illusions is what he creates. He can even make himself invisible to everyone's eyes, which he's rather good at.
Minor abilities: He's a cunning, manipulative guy. He knows how to talk to people, he knows how to get on their nerves or how to attract them, whenever he wants to. He's got an inherent charm about him. Might be an intellectual ability or maybe he just knows how to manage himself around; maybe it's that carefree aura of his, or his taunting smirks, but surely it's a skill he domains well.
Reason for admittance: His mother seeked for help and sent him there since she suspected he was attempting to commit suicide after finding him in the bathroom bleeding himself out.
Bio: Carson used to seem like a normal kid when he was younger, maybe a little too shy, a bit too fidgety, a tad too hyper. But, he was okay, everyone asumed it was because he might be just another spoiled child from a nice family. Nobody ever suspected he had something going on in his head, not even his parents. He didn't really had a terrible childhood as one could expect; yeah, he didn't have any friends at school and was constantly victim of bullying, but that wasn't something specially 'traumatic' for him. Both his parents loved him and looked after him, he had it all... Until, suddenly, he didn't. It had been a car accident, they said, and his father lost his life behind the wheel. And with his, he lost Carson's too. His father was his everything, his guardian angel... who, ironically, would truly become the later after said events. He was fifteen by then.
His mother took him to several psychologists and therapists to help him move on with the emotional trauma, but nobody could really fix his loss. It had been just a trigger, of course, to set all that insanity free for once. The anxiety grew and the depression came along with insomnia. It just all evolved with time. When he turned eighteen, he was introduced to an apparent solution to his haunting demons: physical pain. That's when the self-harm started; at first, it was way too easy to hide, not only ocassionally cutting himself, but also hitting or pinching or scratching hard on the skin would suffice (for a while, of course). Until it wasn't enough, until the pain was way too superficial and he needed more. And it gradually increased. Pinching a little harder, bruising skin; scratching to the point of drawing blood; cutting a little deepper. It was suicidal, not really, just a desperate need of release out of all that emotional and physical distress. But it might have went a tad too far the moment he thought cutting his neck would be a good idea; he really just wanted to see and smell and taste the blood, he needed it. So he did; he passed out in matter of minutes, and her mother found him just in time and called an ambulance.
They thought he might have schizofrenia because his mother had sometimes heard him 'talking alone', but the tests results didn't support this idea, so this fact was stated as an independent factor. After the diagnosis, her mother asked to have him allowed into some mental institution, and she found this one to be fairly appropiate.
His life ended the moment he stepped into that horrid asylum, at least to his eyes.
Extras: He's often seen listening to music via an iPod he secretly owns (and if the nurses know, they failed to take it from him), it seems to be his escape and the best (if not only) way to calm him down.
He has a habit of licking his lips constantly.
Sometimes, when he's alone, he can be heard 'talking to himself', though he's actually talking to his father (no, he cannot talk to the dead, it's just of an emotional nature, it kind of helps him when he's stressed or depressed).
Also, he really likes the taste of blood, but that might only serve as a trigger for his agressive/dangerous behavior.
And, the Staff Sheet:
Full Name: James Andrew Moran.
Nickname: Jim
Age: 33 years old.
Gender: Male
Height: 1.73m (5'7ft)
Weight: 150lbs
Staff Position: Nurse.
Physical appearance: Jim has a slender figure, though he's not very tall. White-pale skin, pitch-black hair always neatly combed to the back, and thin pale lips. He's normally seen clean shaven, but sometimes he keeps a short dark stubble. His eyes are big, quite expressive, of a vivid amber hue that might be taken as hazel or brown depending on the light. He always wears his white uniform, clean and tidy, and seems generally friendly and polite to other staff members and even patients. He doesn't seem to flinch at anything, he's very dedicated and professional on what he does, and he likes to help the patients as he can.
Abilities: He has never revealed what his 'major abilities' might be, yet he has been seen tending the few plants around the asylum (whether they are withering in pots for the lack of sunlight or water, or those at the gardens surrounding the gloomy building), being capable of bringing them back to life fresh and bright as never before. So, that gives everyone around an idea of what he can do, even though that's just a tiny sneak peak of it.
Minor abilities: Persuasion is one of his brightest skills, nobody knows how he does it, but he manages to convince the most rebellious patients to do as told. He carries this peaceful, comforting aura around him, it seems to be kind of contagious. Furthermore, there's a thing with his voice, soft and melodious, velvet-like; it's like pure soothing magic. Whenever he humms or sings, every living thing nearby seem to be caught under his spell.
Bio: Nobody truly knows about Jim's personal life, much less about his backstory, yet rumors are told about others' speculations of what could that be. All that is known about this enigmatic and secretive gentleman is his nationality, age and professional title. He's Irish, plain to see thanks to his accent; he was born in Dublin, in a humble family. Nobody knows whether he has family still or not, but most likely the later, since had never asked for vacations to go visit anybody out there. He appears to be single, too, but could have a secret affair or even be married. Some say he's widowed. Certainly, he has no kids.
Extras: He's usually seen with a little flower, a lilly or a daisy, in the pocket of his nurse shirt.
He can actually play the piano and the violin, too, besides singing very well.
Nickname: Jim
Age: 33 years old.
Gender: Male
Height: 1.73m (5'7ft)
Weight: 150lbs
Staff Position: Nurse.
Physical appearance: Jim has a slender figure, though he's not very tall. White-pale skin, pitch-black hair always neatly combed to the back, and thin pale lips. He's normally seen clean shaven, but sometimes he keeps a short dark stubble. His eyes are big, quite expressive, of a vivid amber hue that might be taken as hazel or brown depending on the light. He always wears his white uniform, clean and tidy, and seems generally friendly and polite to other staff members and even patients. He doesn't seem to flinch at anything, he's very dedicated and professional on what he does, and he likes to help the patients as he can.
Abilities: He has never revealed what his 'major abilities' might be, yet he has been seen tending the few plants around the asylum (whether they are withering in pots for the lack of sunlight or water, or those at the gardens surrounding the gloomy building), being capable of bringing them back to life fresh and bright as never before. So, that gives everyone around an idea of what he can do, even though that's just a tiny sneak peak of it.
Minor abilities: Persuasion is one of his brightest skills, nobody knows how he does it, but he manages to convince the most rebellious patients to do as told. He carries this peaceful, comforting aura around him, it seems to be kind of contagious. Furthermore, there's a thing with his voice, soft and melodious, velvet-like; it's like pure soothing magic. Whenever he humms or sings, every living thing nearby seem to be caught under his spell.
Bio: Nobody truly knows about Jim's personal life, much less about his backstory, yet rumors are told about others' speculations of what could that be. All that is known about this enigmatic and secretive gentleman is his nationality, age and professional title. He's Irish, plain to see thanks to his accent; he was born in Dublin, in a humble family. Nobody knows whether he has family still or not, but most likely the later, since had never asked for vacations to go visit anybody out there. He appears to be single, too, but could have a secret affair or even be married. Some say he's widowed. Certainly, he has no kids.
Extras: He's usually seen with a little flower, a lilly or a daisy, in the pocket of his nurse shirt.
He can actually play the piano and the violin, too, besides singing very well.