<strong>Name:</strong>Sarah Thompson<br/><br/><strong>Age:</strong>20<br/><br/><strong>Appearance:</strong><br/><div class="floatright">(http://images.fashionmodeldirectory.com/images/intopic_images/5529b8be2f0347217f184653a5110df8.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Very detailed ons and offs since as a patient things can get quite extreme in an insane asylum:<br/>On</strong>s -- Biting, Scratching, Oral (giving and receiving), Anal, Deep Throat, Toys, Whips, Chains, Light Pain, Orgasm denial, Humiliation, Name Calling, Candles, Forced etc....ask if you're not sure.<br/><strong>Offs --</strong>Extreme Pain, Bathroom Play, Extreme Blood, Vore, Beating, etc...Again ask if you have questions.<br/><br/><strong>Possible actions or things that make your character either calm down or get really excited:<br/>Things that calm --</strong>Artsy things, things she can do with her hands, she gets the urge to do things and will do them. - - Trace fingers over her spine and neck, just give her some “gentle” physical contact if you can-- chocolate What girl wouldn't calm down if chocolate were waved in her face* - -<br/><strong>Things that excite -- </strong>Wax on her Nipples and inner thighs, light whippings, humiliation, anytime someone sexy walks into the room really.....<br/><br/><strong>Gender:</strong>Female<br/><br/><strong>Sexuality</strong>: Bi-Sexual<br/><br/><strong>Personality(s):</strong>Sarah when she is in her “normal” mood, is usually a quiet, artistic woman who enjoys spending her “down” time in the corner drawing the faces of patients, and doctors, and also drawing the erotic scenes that she's “walked in on” or experienced. She's flirty, wild and imaginative and does her best work in this mood, though it is also when she needs more coaxing into doing things such as taking her medications, participating in group activities etc...<br/><br/>In her more depressed moods, she is even quieter, and more submissive and willing to do what is asked of her. These are the moods where she enjoys being by herself in her room and prefers to be medicated so that she doesn't have to deal with her emotions.<br/><br/>In her more excited/angry moods she's fiery, and hard to talk to. Refusing to let anyone have their opinion she'll fight tooth and nail to let whoever she's frustrated with know what she thinks/wants. She will also take her frustration out on the other patients, be it by fighting, or other means.<br/><br/><br/><strong>Diagnosis:</strong>Diagnosis Pending (Bi-Polar and Border Line Personality Disorder)<br/><br/><strong>Biography:</strong>Sarah was a normal teen, or so her parents had thought. Sure she suffered from depression, and bouts of high energy but that was every kid now days, right? Her tempers seemed normal enough to them, though their friends found it strange. Sarah though, she felt as though the world were ending, every time she woke up. Her hated life, hated her friends, hated everyone and the way they looked at her.<br/><br/>Then again there were the good days, the days where everything went her way, and she didn't need to scream and fight to get the help she needed. She'd finally met a guy who dealt with her moods, who made her happy, and showed her other ways she could enjoy venting her anger.<br/><br/>One day when she came home from work to discover her boyfriend pounding into some other girl. Everything turned red, and her rage grew hotter than any of her tempers had ever been. Grabbing a pair of scissors she flew at them both, her boyfriend getting the brunt of the attack as the girl scrambled naked out the door screaming. Sarah meanwhile had taken to making her man into a human pin cushion until one of the neighbors tackled her to the ground.<br/><br/>That was all she remembered though, that was everything that mattered to her even. The bastard had gotten his, at least those were her first words to the cops. Later, in her cell however, her song had changed and she was found curled up begging for help.<br/><br/><strong>Write your post of how you were admitted to Rosanam:</strong><br/><br/>Sarah wrapped her arms around herself, tears sliding silently down her cheeks.<strong>”Miss Thompson, did you hear me?”</strong>Looking up her eyes locked with the judges and she shook her head.<strong>”No, I'm sorry...”</strong>she murmured realizing her lawyer had risen to her feet.  Following suit Sarah rose and  nodded to the judge to show she was paying attention.<br/><br/>Her body shook with fear and regret as she held back her tears, [b”]I am having you committed to Rosanam Sanitarium for a minimum of six months. If at anytime any of the doctors within that facility find that you are mentally competent to stand trial, then I will set the date. “[/b] he paused and looked over at Sarah's now ex-boyfriend who was still recovering from the puncture wounds.<strong>”During this time, you are not to have any contact with the victim, should you attempt so, you will face charges pending a diagnosis of the faculty of Rosanam Sanitarium. Are we clear?”</strong><br/><br/>She couldn't speak, she couldn't meet his gaze. It was all so confusing. Something had been said about a crime of passion, was that why he was granting her, her case? Was there really something wrong with her? She gave a soft nod as he called out to her again.<strong>”Y..yes your Honor..”</strong>she murmured and jumped as he struck his gavel upon the bench.<br/><br/>She felt a hand upon her back, her lawyers? It had to be her family had refused to come, hell they'd let her spend her 20th birthday in a cell. She didn't want their support. She was just a wart on their otherwise perfect resistance. She found herself being pulled down a hallway towards an exit; and a guard told her not to fight. She gave a short laugh.<br/><br/><strong>”Yeah I can see myself getting away from a man with a gun...”</strong>she felt his fingers gripping into her arm, almost as though he wanted to hurt her. But she was numb, and angry and fighting the urge to scream. Then he released her arm and pushed her towards the door where a man stood waiting for her.<strong>”Just keep yourself out of trouble and we'll be okay...I'll come check in on you in a week or so..”</strong>she gave a nod<strong>"Its not necessary Michelle....thanks though..”</strong><br/><br/>The woman gave a small nod and a smile as though to say it was. The man outside took her arm much more gently than the guard had and lead her to the bus. As she sat down she felt a sharp prick in her neck and awoke hours later in a small white washed room.