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|My Name Is|: Leon Vekaranachi Dal Proxy Fading

|I Am A|: Male

|I Am|: Eighteen years old

|I Like|: guys.

|Occupation|: Student in forensic science, first year. Human Pathology major.

|Why Am I In This Forsaken Place|: The reason why? A few, one it was the only local hospital and I have got a major assignment to do and I was gonna come here for some information on it. I did read up on this place...sorta. There was not much. Besides, a few family members were put here. We never heard back from them...

|This Is How I Act|: I am your typical eighteen year old...okay that was a lie. I am a very go go person, trying to do everything at once and all of the like. I cannot sit still, I don't like to. I can be hot-headed at times, only when I know I am right. I am a tad of a show off, but then again who ain't right? However I am very bashful and shy, it is all Nicks fault from when we first met. I am also very loud and happy all the time, I tend to smile a lot. People say I have a nice smile, but I cant tell...can you? Well that is for you to decide.

I am a tad competitive when it comes to school work. If I think someone will get more marks then me in something, I will find a way to get more information then them, therefore getting more marks. However that is only in classes, out side in the real world I don't do that, it is rude. Only in school, because I was always told, School is a competition in the end, and you are all competing to get the best marks. I can be random, like saying weird things at the most inappropriate moment, but that is how people get happy.

Well that is me in a nut shell...nut shell? Who came up with that one?...Weird...

|My Life Story|: I was born in Australia and lived there for a few years before moving to were I am now. I had been a child with high prioritizes, everything had to be planned out and if anything was out of place I would flip. However that changed when I came to my new school at the age of ten, when I met all my friend I hang out with at school still and were I met him. My lover boy Nick.

My family is a normal one in a way, we have had a long line of 'crazy people' in our family along the line, so it is genetics that I am how I am. I am a bit 'crazy' in a way so to speak, but so is a lot of my friends, that is how we all stuck together. During my life I realized I was a boy loving boys in my first few years of high school, this got me into a lot of trouble at the school and I had a bit of a depressed stage then, but Nick, he in all his amazing glory helped me up and said all his friends knew that I was as I was before I even said anything to anyone. This made me happy and I hugged Nick tightly and he hugged me back. He was older then me and taller, and still is taller god damn it I am such a short a**, however he was in the same year as the rest of us, actually...I was younger then them all so...yeah never mind however that is not the point.

Nick looked at me and I looked at him and he did something, he kissed me. I never expected it ever! I mean I had a major crush on him since I realized I like boys and I never told anyone, but that day he kissed me. He was one of the most handsome people in all of the school and he had girls trying to date him left and right. I was weird, I stood by and watched, not minding but then that day when I came out and he kissed me, my life went up from there. We had been going out ever since. He had come out the same day, saying he was bisexual which was true. No one hated him for liking guys, only me. It was weird, but he looked after me and made sure no one was to hurt me. He is more of a spaz then me. It is really weird! Oh well. Many girls were jealous of me, but still acted the same and I was happy for that, I treated them the same as they did to me so everything was fine.

On our first date, Nick had gotten me a gift, as did I got one for him, he got me Nick the Tiger, he never explained why he got it for me. I had gotten Nick a necklace, a red ribbon with a bell on it. He loves cats and all of that, besides his temper is like a tiger, hence him getting me a tiger that is only one of the reasons of him getting it. I never let go of Nick the Tiger, he was always with me. If I had misplaced him I went nuts looking for him, Nick loved annoying me like that, hiding the tiger when I was not looking and watching me look for it. Some times he is just too mean.

In my final years of high school before I got into my uni I was trying to get into, my mother had to go away to another county for a bit and is still there to this day. She is doing a course in biochemistry and yeah. My dad is looking after the house and everything still to this day, my mother comes back in a few months. Anyway! During my final years my friends and I all went spastic and studied like crazy, trying to get great results. We were the loud ones of the school and we over heard teachers bag mouthing us one day, saying we are most likely going to bring this school shame with low grades and everything, saying we were all worthless and what not. I told my friends and we walked up to them two teachers and said to their faces, 'Bag mouth us again and we will ******** you up. We will get the best grades in all of the school and prove you wrong.'

We also informed the principle of our situation, he was on our side and get them two teachers in for a meeting and they were told if we did not get top marks in the school they would be kicked out. They freaked out and helped us as well as every other teacher. We helped one another and what not in trying and then come exams we were ready. What happened? Well we not only got the best in our school, but our whole group was amongst the best students out of all of the country. We got into the best university in all of the country and are trying to keep our grades high, living up to our past score. That is were I am now, living with all my friends in a house near the school and staying in the same room as Nick. Funny, during one exam they tried to take Nick the tiger off of me at one point, thinking there was answers inside of it, they were going to rip him open! However Nick told them straight, along with a few teacher, what Nick the tiger was and that it was never for cheating. The teacher that went to rip him open was removed from the room.

I wanted to do forensic pathology for a very long time, I always liked cutting up dead things and finding out how they once worked and what not. That is what lead me into what course I am in now. You all better watch out! Fellow Forensic Pathologist, get ready to face your worst nightmare!

Anyway, that is my past, sorry for it being plan and mainly about school, but there is were I am and have been for most of my life so yeah!

|I Want To|: Get all the information I need and get the hell out. You know how creepy it is in a place like this? God damn!

|Who I Love|: Nick, my boyfriend and Nick the Tiger.

|Some Other Things You Need To Know|: The tattoo on my right arm is from part of a group I am in. Falling Psi. One of my other friends made it and it is now a large group in our school and has a fair few members. All unique in a lot of different ways. Nick was against me joining, but I had to. My reasons alone, Nick understands now though.

I am claustrophobic, I cant stand close spaces. That is why my room with Nick is large, to make me feel better. I don't know or remember why I am like that, I just am.

I tend to get vision, either of the future or something else. I don't know what. Maybe my past, I cant tell. However I can only channel it when the adrenalin run hits. However most of the time the future visions are blurry. The past is crystal clear, because he has already been set.

|My Theme Song Is|: Mix Speakers, inc - If

|My Puppet Master Is|: TheCheesecakeBandit  

[TheCheesecakeBandit]

.:The Visitors:.


My name is: Rose Ici Sara Rosewood
I am a: Female
I am: 18
I like: Men, so am straight
Occupation: 1st Year University Student – Studying Psychology as Major and Biology as Minor.
Why am I in this forsaken place: To meet with the head for a discussion into seeing if I can help out in this place as I want to be a Psychiatrist in a mental ward. I have been told by my teachers in class to enquire if it is possible.
This is how I act: Am quite laid back, cheerful but yet serious all at the time. I guess it comes down to the situation. Very little scares me and I can be described as somewhat “insane”. Well you have to be if you want to work with the insane, how else are you going to understand them? I believe myself to be quite friendly, a little strange and random at times and depending on my mood quite childish. I would like to say I do know when to be serious and when not to be serious but sadly I cannot. Sometimes I am childish at the wrong times. Am a little slow at understanding things at times but this does not mean am stupid! I just need a little more thinking time to get my head around things. However i am quite calculative and think things through. I prefer to take deep breaths and calmly and rationally explain possibilities that would explain something strange then screaming like a baby - though i haven't been in a such crazy situations. Am not a see-it-to-believe-it type because i believe in the paranormal and so i have a very open mind and take on board everything everyone says before making my own conclusions. I like to make things fun for people and if everyone is down or depressed about something, I will do what I can to make people happy or just sit and listen to them if they need to talk to someone. This is the time when I know how to be serious! At first am a little silent around new people but once I get comfortable with them I can loosen up and be myself. Having fun is my way of life and I never let anything in the past bother me. I learn from my mistakes and then put them behind me because they shouldn’t affect my future as they were the past. I have made loads of mistakes growing up (and i still am growing) and who hasn't?

I love to get to know people. Everyone is so different and unique, i like to sit there and learn their different traits, the person that they are and learn their different signals to explain how they are feeling despite not talking. This is so i know and i don't say something that will offend them. I hate offending people, it makes me sad and very guilty. I would apologise into the next life if i could. I also hate impressing people, so i am myself. I don't dress up for anyone as i don't see the point. You accept me for me otherwise don't bother talking to me. Am not a toy to be played with or changed. I fully support anyone who wants to be themselves. I am stubborn at times. Sometimes very stubborn. Quite one tracked minded and I also have a huge weakness of helping other people. I really want to help as many people as I can because I guess I have a helping behaviour. I am quite naïve too and never understand sexual jokes or anyone talking along those lines. I don’t understand if people are flirting with me and most probably will just brush them off because I don’t notice it. Whatever I do, I do because it is me and not because I am flirting or trying too. Am too stupid and dense within this department, maybe it a reason I don’t have a boyfriend or it could be due to my dedication to my studies that I don’t bother looking or even make time for it. I have a small group of friends that I love to pieces and if anyone tries to hurt them will see my darker side. I can be quite cold when angered but it a good thing I don’t get angry that much. I lack much of a social life and only have one with the people I made friends at the university, a nice small group of them. I like to believe am brave, daring and willingly to do anything if it helps other people (that need help). Am too giving maybe and thereby might be used for my kindness, or that is just me being stupid like always. I guess one of the biggest problems with me; I am very quiet until I am comfortable with people that I can call friends but there are times that i can instantly be myself. I guess it depends on the person but in classes and in university am quiet. Don't you just love it when you can be yourself from the beginning with someone that you just met? I also give into curiosity too easily. I tend to wander off if something catches my eye, a reason why am not really leadership material (or i prefer to follow then led in some cases) but if someone needs me to take over, then i will. Lastly, i don't dress the way i do to make a statement or for it to reflect my inner soul or spirit, i dress like i do because i love it. Being a Goth doesn't mean am dark, evil, devil worshipper because am the complete reverse of that. I like colours and baby kittens and cute things but prefer the darker appearance.
My life story: I was born in England and raised there for a good portion of my life. I was the youngest of three children. I have an older brother who is the eldest of the three, and an older sister which i never got along with for simple sibling rivalry. From a young age, there was no pressure on me to do well. In fact the pushing and encouragement lacked greatly. To put it simply there was none. I think if I became a killer or something, they wouldn’t care, just like they didn’t care that much that I don’t well in class. I try my hardest at everything I do to achieve praise but it never worked. So I don’t know but it never made me slack off. I wanted a good life, better then my sisters and brothers. My sister is two years older than me and has two children to, two different men and lives off benefits and my brother is stuck in a dead end job with a girlfriend I could just punch. Thereby I want a better life than them, and then my parents. My childhood can be described as any other childhood though. It was a good one. There is nothing bad about it but the lacking of sometimes. I was given money when I needed it to by things and I had nice things too. We had family outings and went on a holiday every year. It was great. I enjoyed it but I did feel a little lonely.

My mother died when i was fourteen and it had a serious effect on her family. It tore us a part. It was when my brother moved out as well and my sister got pregnant. I left school at 16 since I still lived in England (it was like that when I was a school, it 18 now) and I applied for a university aboard. I studied at college for the two years and passed my exams, one of my college classes being Psychology. The other two were biology and chemistry. I decided to move away to get a fresh start on things. After all that is what I wanted. I moved aboard with a scholarship and event funding to support myself. I don’t mind it that much, I am enjoying university life. Am currently into my first year and am seeing if I can pull some strings into working part time within a mental ward. After all it is where I want to end up in the end after university. Thereby I am trying my hardest. I am still getting use to the area but I know some of the good places to go but because I love reading so much, I tend to be in the library a lot or in the park with a book on nice days. Yeah am a bit of a book worm. Psychology books are what I mainly read in my spare time but I do like some books on biology since psychology has a Biological Approach and even at times Chemistry. It's a shame, i have little contact with my family since my move.
I want to: Help everyone that needs help (the good ones that is), so people like Leon.
Who I love: No one
Some other things you need to know:
⇒ When I was younger my parents signed my up for Karate but I had to stop because I moved away. I am a 5th Dan Black belt in my karate (can’t going over this) but I have been at karate since I was 6 years old and I still train in my spare time. I have recently started Kick Boxing just this year since moving here. I have only been attending for a couple of months now and loving it.

⇒ I have a bad eye sight so I wear contacts or glasses. Normally glasses for when am working the books but contacts when I go out and know am not going to do any book work. My eye sight is really bad, as i can't barely see anything without my glasses.

⇒ Due to my desire to being a psychiatrist who works with the mentally ill, I own a copy of the DSM - IV (American mental health manual) and ICD - 10 (European mental health manual) and even read it in my spare time sometimes. As well as read case studies and learn as much as I can about the different disorders that there is. I also enjoy understanding how the human mind works so I can be seen reading the latest psychology journals and books in my spare time, along with other books.

⇒ I have a love for magic and the supernatural. Next to the psychology of mental disorders, parapsychology (studying of the paranormal) is my second favourite and i have dipped into books within this area.

⇒ My skirt has leg warmers attached to it. You see my skirt, there are straps coming from underneath, these go down the front and back and attach themselves to leg warmers that start just under my knees in the winter/autumn. They are loose as well so they are even cooler. They are also black in colour with red spider web designs and white crosses patterns. I wear flat, black short boots that pass over my ankles with red laces and steel toes. The leg warmers over the top of my boots and onto my foot area.

⇒ Typically i wear skirts in the summer/spring and warmer days and troussers with a similar style which can be called more shorts with leg warmers or troussers with slots missing at the knees. Very cool if i do say so, but that my choice of clothing, isn't it.

⇒ Music is a way of life for me. Without music i would be dead. I love music, especially rock, heavy rock, metal and heavy metal. Yeah music is something that is apart of my day to day life. As well as this i love games. I like a lot of horror based games and shooting games; some of my favourite being Obscure and Devil May Cry. So when my head ain't in a book, or at class, am on a game. Am a typical teen i guess.

⇒ I still have a very strong British Accent.
My Theme Song is:
Shall Never Surrender ~ Jason "ShyBoy" Arnold (DMC 4 Soundtrack)
My puppet master is: Rainbow Snow Butterfly  

[TheCheesecakeBandit]

.:The Patients:.


My name is: Oliver Keggs, but most people call me Olls or Ollie...
I am a: Male
I am: 19
I like: Bisexual
The reason why I am in the asylum: Damn it, I don’t even want to be here! I didn’t do anything to deserve this, yeah? I mean, it’s not like I killed anyone, right? I had to burn those houses down! Don’t you know? The people inside them, they weren’t really human! And now, because I did this, I was sent here, where I’m surrounded by inhumans every day! Someone, please, please help me!
What I am like: People go on about me being more than a little paranoid, but it’s more like I’m just more aware of things that could go wrong, yeah? I tend to talk a lot as well, which isn’t very good because Dianne hates it when I start talking and just don’t stop... I tend to get very awkward around other people, you see; it’s not that I don’t like other people, it’s just that... Well, I don’t want them to think badly of me, so I get all frozen up and clammy and- yeah. I usually come off as being a little spineless while I’m at the asylum- I’m basically Dianne’s lapdog- but I know it’s either that or die. I’ve seen what the other doctors here can do to you. I don’t want to die. Surely that doesn’t make me a bad, or weak person, for following her around, doing what she asks me to do?

Dianne took a shine to me because I get over-emotional very easily. Fear, worry, anger, unhappiness, I cycle through emotions like a tour de france biker- fast. Well, I do tend to big up some of my responses to her when I sense she’s in a bad mood- acting over the top is usually the best way to stay in her good books, I’ve found. You see, I used to be an actor-in-training before I was taken here; something Dianne likes to utilize often. It comes in handy for me, as well; so long as I’m not too nervous.
I am working with: Doctors- Dianne specifically. I’m in no rush to die, and if you’re a visitor in a place like this then you’re already gone.
My story before The Asylum: Well, I mentioned before that I used to be an actor-in-training, right? I was pretty hopeless, even then. Oh, it was fine when I was practising with the others in my class- my teacher said I was very good, actually- but as soon as I got on stage... I would freeze up. Still, that was something I was working on, at least... Until I starting seeing them. In the houses, the old ones that you can practically hear creaking in the wind. They were there, inside the house, moving and fixating their gazes onto me whenever I walked past- don’t ask me how I know, I could feel it- and I could feel their murderous intent everywhere I went. They knew I knew what they really were, you see. And because of that they knew I was a threat.

I did try and explain it to my friends, to my collegues- but it soon turned out they weren’t very good friends in the first place. Each one of them called me crazy, paranoid, insane- none of them listened to what I was trying to tell them. So I took matters into my own hands- I burned those buildings, all of them. I always did have a fascination with fire- it’s beautiful, isn’t it? Red is my favourite colour after all.

They found four bodies in the wreckage of the houses left behind- bodies too charred to be recognisable as anything, let alone as human. Unfortunately, I hadn’t thought through my plan enough- the fact that I had been raving about the monstrosities in that house and evidence of my involvement in the fire soon had me carted off to psychiatrists, who tried to talk me out of what they called ‘irrational behaviour’ and cumulated in me being sent to this hellhole.
My story in The Asylum: At first, I was easy prey; when night came I would drive myself mad imagining the doctors coming round the corners to kill me, maim me, torture me. I became less that primate; a slithering, disgusting thing that shied from light and sound to survive at night. Dianne found me and was amused by my desperate, over-dramatic pleas for mercy- a mercy I was granted. And now I’m here, about a year later. I do all the dirty work for Dianne; the things she can’t do because of her position as doctor. In return, I don’t get maimed or tortured... Much. It’s a pathetic, miserable excuse for a life, but at least I’ve lasted longer than most round here.
Who I love: No-one.
Some other things you need to know: I’m quite physically strong, even if I don’t know any fancy attack moves or the like. Overpowering someone the same build and age as me would be a piece of cake.
My Theme Song is: Radiohead - Last Flowers
My puppet master is: Mega Kibble  

[TheCheesecakeBandit]

.:The Patients:.


My Human form (top);
My 'Thing' form (bottom);
My name is: Naur. Simply, Naur.
I am a: female
I am: seventeen, I think...
I like: males, so I am straight.
The reason why I am in the asylum: I came of my own free will; my family, friends and life were all destroyed, I was deranged and came seeking refuge. Instead, I got... this.
What I am like: some people would say that I am mad; insane. I'd agree with them. I can be ery 'nice'; innocent. I talk like a six-year-old, due to being completely broken from the horror of my framily and friends' deaths. I can be evil, too, but you really don't want to see me like that.
I am working with: nobody; I tend to stay out of the way, but fail quite a bit of the time.
My story before The Asylum: My parents and younger twin brother and sister all perished in a fire that destroyed both my home and my friend' homes. My friends were all killed in the blaze, aswell. I was the only person to survive the inferno that completely ruined the neighbourhood. I was in the house at the time the fire hit, but I was in the front room, so I was able to get out quickly. My family were not so lucky. From the front of the house, I had seen my mother burn to death in front of the window; her screams shall haunt me forever. Losing my mind, I went to every house in the suburb, seeing burnt, dead bodies at every place. It was like a horror movie; the ones where there is only one person left on Earth, and they're slowly going insane. I went to each of my friends' houses, and saw their mangled bodies every time. Except for one. A girl namd Cassy; I hoped she had escaped, and clung to that hope as the only thing to keep me from committing suicide. Then, I found the Asylum. It was unburned, untouched; the only building I had seen in over a week that had more than it's frame still standing. I admitted myself, knowing not the horrible things I would endure there, because of it...
My story in The Asylum: The Doctors enjoyed 'working' on me. My destroyed mind made everything a lot easier for them; I held up no resistance to anything they did. But, from the things they did to my brain, my mind grew and, like a blooming flower, it turned into something more than it should ever have been able to be. They destroyed the inpregnable walls around the part of my mind that held supernatural powers. I turned into something that the old me would have feared, but I loved it. It made all the hurt go away when I touched other people's minds. I could feel their emotions instead of the pain that my family's deaths had left me with, and I could see what was to come. I could see the future, mainly when I slept. But, occansionally, I would see when I was awake. This interested the Doctors, and they ran more tests upon me. This created my 'alter-ego' I guess you could call it. It was the creation of my negative emotions; fear, hate, pain, saddness. All they did was release the monster inside me, and now it comes out every night. It was the 'Thing' inside me.
Who I love: Nobody.
Some other things you need to know: Just to reinterate; I can read minds and see the future, even in daylight, and the Other Me comes out each night. I can still read minds then, but I can't see the uture in my 'Thing' state.
My Theme Song is: Crying in Denial by Thirsty Merc
My puppet master is: Oasaka45656  

[TheCheesecakeBandit]

.:The Visitors:.



My name is: Alistair Evenborough, commonly known by my detective allias "Albireo"
I am a: male
I am: sixteen years old
I like: nobody... even though if I absolutely have had to pick I'd say I preffer males. Even so, I cannot dwell in such trivial matters as sexuality. I like whomever I like. It's not like I have to file a detailed report about what is happening in my very own bed or anything. And I'd like to add that this is extremely rude a question... why am I even answering this?

Occupation: I am a private detective, often enlisted by the police in their own work as well. I graduated from highschool early so it does not get in the way of my work.

Why am I in this forsaken place: I am conducting private investigation. I cannot disclose information about my case due to a matter of policy.

This is how I act: I distance myself from people around me. I need no ties to others as emotions have no place in my line of work. Everyone and anyone can become a suspect in a murder or any sort of case and I do not intend of letting my feelings get the best of me and control me when I'm about to make a decision.
I don't know of friendship, however I shall make your aquaintance if I deem you worthy and you have an interesting topic to discuss about. I have no interest in interpersonal relationships and socializing is definitelly not my strong point when it comes down to anything besides professionalism.
I dislike discussing personal matters, as they are what they are and are called 'personal' for a reason. When it comes to subtle subjects such as love I become extremely awkward. I am not interested into making, having or maintaining a love relationship anyway so quit pushing such questions into me on purpose, okay?
That been told... I may not hold any dear friends but I will also protect anyone wether I trust them or not. Officers carry handguns for a reason and that is not for killing. It's for defending yourself and saving other people's lives. That is why it is my duty and responsibility to see you to safety when you're in danger. My life doesn't matter when it comes to this.

My life story: This is private information, I'll have you know. Why do you even need to know all of this? Whatever... if I really do must... I was born sixteen years ago in a family of three making the youngest of two siblings. Both my parents were detectives working with the police force to crack a serious serial murder case at the time. I never got to meet my father as he was shot and killed during that very case's investigation. I grew up with my mother in our plain flat of the sixth floor in an appartment building. I had a great childhood more or less, undisturbed by trivialities and tirbulations. I was exceedingly smart for my age and so were made to jump about three classes ahead of the other children. Finishing highschool three years early I devoted my life into studying hard enough to become a detective. The year I graduated I also lost my mother who's lung cancer condition had been worsening over the past four years. I was greately sadenned by the fact but didn't lose sight of my goals. After a short period of grieving I was sent to live with my only living family, my grandfather. Nowadays I work with the police to solve various cases that spring up in the homicide devision and also maintain my own detective agency stationed at my home.

I want to: find the truth for reasons of my own. I will not disclose the tiniest detail regarding my case, however, as mentioned before.

Who I love: the only person I ever loved was my mother. She died of lung cancer a few years ago. I've been living with my grandfather ever since of whom I am also fond of. I also love Mica, my pet cat. I hope the two of them will be alright by themselves in the appartment until I return. I trusted the neighbors to check on them ever so often... but as they say... if you want something done correctly do it yourself.

Some other things you need to know: I carry a handgun for protection and I know how to use it quite well, for your information.
-I dislike people. In general. Don't expect me to be nice or caring to you.
--I am afraid of spiders. I know that arachnophobia is lame and outdated but I have not been able to overcome my fear of those bugs ever since I was a little child.

My Theme Song is: "Pursuing my true self" by Shouji Meguro & Shihoko Hirata

My puppet master is: White Oblivion  

[TheCheesecakeBandit]

.:The Patients:.


My name is: Dallen Leo Hartington
I am a: Male]
I am: well, records say that I'm Twenty years of age, but trust me I feel so much younger.
I like: Straight
The reason why I am in the asylum: Those who call them selves authority claim to have dragged me here, I say I walked myself, but in reality does it really matter, I'm here now, However...being here has opened my sanity to a whole new level of rapture.
What I am like: How can I say this, hmmm...I cry, laugh, smile and frown, but it doesn't matter how I act it never pleases them. Those fools of doctors say I'm severely unstable in the head and I don't agree, I have acted out yes, but so what. I guess I can describe that I'm fun and carefree to the extreme, those medical officials would say I'm crazed and sadistic.
I am working with: No one has my tongue nor my loyalty I look after my self and those who have said different have my brand as I call it, simple bite telling other to leave me be less they end up losing a chunk from their throat.
My story before The Asylum: I guess I was normal at one point, couldn't really say when, but I remember a time when the voice were silent and my mind was as still as it could possibly be. I remember my first days of school and the bullies who picked on me that was until the voice made themselves known. five little boys lost their live during my sixth grade year, and do I regret it, perhaps...maybe not they deserved what had taken them. Am I about to explain what happened goodness no. After grade school junior high was pretty dull so I gave my first year a bit of a bang, if get my drift. how the school seemed to never recover from that day, i here they are still making repairs to the building to this very day. It was after that, that I was psychologically tested, though the tests never lasted long. We will leave at this, the doctor came up misplacing his tongue that very day.ever since then I was put in here, this home in hell.
My story in The Asylum: many things beating from the many guards who supposedly keep order, and some of my own sadistic pleasures. I actually was able to escape my restraints and slice the membrane which binds your tongue to your lower jaw. I get such a kick out of having it considering one thing, it scares any of the female doctors, well some of them at least.
Who I love: does it matter, my affairs mean nothing in here yes a minor obsession with the occasional pretty little female doctors, but obsessions that don't involve what your are thinking with your dirty little mind.
Some other things you need to know: I love to ramble sometimes, but it is very rare that I find something to ramble about, normally I'll try to creep out anyone who speaks to me.
My Theme Song is: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R8WhAfZphQQ
My puppet master is: Reako the Forsaken