<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=153572.msg7012992#msg7012992">Quote from: AndyZ on 03-10-2012, 09:31:44</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatright">(http://imageshack.us/a/img69/7214/181ba1642c068d2299921d8.jpg)</div><br/>Name: Elizabeth Garrett<br/>Age: 21<br/>Appearance (real pictures only. Also add any other descriptions of your character you would like):<br/>Very detailed ons and offs since as a patient things can get quite extreme in an insane asylum: http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=102977.0 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=102977.0)<br/>Ons: Nurses, sybians, being held and soothed during orgasm, being told she's a good girl, aphrodisiac<br/>Offs: Bodily waste, lobotomies, anything permanently crippling<br/>Possible actions or things that make your character either calm down or get really excited: She likes reading as well as talking with her parents on the phone, and hugging her while gently singing is a great way to stop her from crying.<br/>Gender: Female<br/>Sexuality: Lesbian<br/>Personality(s): Sometimes friendly, but often withdrawn<br/>Diagnosis: Delusional schizophrenia<br/>Biography/Medical history that led to admittance: Liz grew up on a farm in Kentucky, with much of her life peaceful and still.  Technology never really caught up around her area, but books didn't require any serious amount of electricity, and the library was often fully stocked.<br/><br/>As a consequence, her records are rather scarce.  Teachers report that she was always a little withdrawn, occasionally talking to someone or something even when no one else was in the room.<br/><br/>Perhaps simple medication would have been enough had she not been attacked.  The poor girl had a mountain lion come after her, and had just enough time to scream before a quick-thinking farmer shot the beast in the head.  Somehow, Liz got it into her head that her concentration and focus had forced the animal's brain to explode, as if she had some sort of mystic power.<br/><br/>Everything went into full force after that.  Giving up on reality entirely, she fell into her fantasy where her stuffed animals had names and could speak with her.  It's difficult to determine how much things were amplified as a result of the traumatic experience and how much of her brain was always ill.  She often remains diffident, wanting to be nice to people during her good times but occasionally threatening to make someone's head explode.  During her bad days, she lays in her room and cries.<br/><br/>Write your post of how you were admitted to Rosanam:<br/><br/>From the moment she got out of the car, she knew she wasn't going to like it here.  It was too isolated, too far away, too cut off from nature.  Why did people insist on locking themselves away from life?<br/><br/>She didn't have a lot of things, but her parents had saved up to buy her a little electronic book thing.  She'd been toying with it, but it was hard to work with and remember, even though it seemed to have an awful lot of books on it.  Of course she wouldn't be able to bring all the books she wanted, but it was just another something new, something weird, lacking even the scent of aged paper.  Already she was homesick.<br/><br/>They were partway to the door when the orderly dropped her back.  She visibly winced as the sounds of pain and terror from the bag assaulted her ears, even though no one else seemed to notice.  She raised her finger, starting to point at him and concentrate, but he just continued on by.  It wasn't the first time she'd gotten ready, and he wasn't even scared anymore.<br/><br/>Maybe she should.  That would show him if she made his brain explode, and the others would know to leave her alone and stop being mean to her.  She knew she couldn't, though.  As heartless as he was, he was still a human being, and she wasn't upset enough to do that to a person.  Once her arm lowered, he just chuckled, unphased.<br/><br/>She knew she wasn't going to like it here.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>