Name: Aishling Macabre<br/>Age: 21<br/>Appearance: (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v178/SilverRefuge/fa7d190b638c82a05df3749ba7c9f240.jpg)<br/><br/>Along with her eyebrow piercing, she has her tongue pierced, nipples pierced, and belly button pierced. She has two nautical stars on her hips that are black and gold. Each wrist is covered with self-inflicted scars- some are new and some are old. Her thighs also have scars on them from nails. She has a tattoo on her back of angel wings that are black and purple and blue from bruising with bleeding cuts and open wounds. She has burn marks from cigarettes on her shoulders and lower back.<br/><br/>Detailed Ons: Gentle caressing and touching, nipple play, hard bites on: neck, shoulders, thighs, and ribs; scratching, hair pulling, spanking, voyeurism and exhibitionism [as long as she has some semblance of control], fellatio, receiving cunnilingus, dirty talk, being teased with secret desires, chocolate, reading dirty scenes from books and acting them out, kissing [one of her biggest turn ons], light nips and licks, being handcuffed and blindfolded, ice cubes, wax, anal, and threesomes<br/><br/>Detailed Offs: Bathroom anything, bleeding, being cut, being threatened, hitting or slapping, deep-throating, giving cunnilingus, group scenes [more than her and two others], name calling, sexual humiliation, choking [More will probably be added]<br/><br/>Possible actions or things that make your character either calm down or get really excited: She calms down when given something to read or something productive to do like put together a puzzle and painting her nails. She gets really excited when given a hard bite to her neck and a teasing, dominating kiss to her lips; also having her hair pulled just enough to get her attention and a tantalizing touch to her ribs.<br/>Gender: Female<br/>Sexuality: Bi-curious<br/><br/>Personality(s): Quiet and withdrawn, Aishling would rather read a book than talk to people. However, when she does talk, she is sarcastic and aggressive. She constantly lies about things in her life and things involving others. However, she is very truthful about how immediate situations appear to her and will give advice based on her observations. She is a loner and doesn't like associating with others much, but she handles being in group situations well to a degree. She is sweet, caring to an extent, and witty, but reserved and standoffish. She can be confrontational. She is extremely OCD about her things, especially her nail polish and goes through panic attacks if someone messes with her things or touches them without her permission.<br/><br/>Diagnosis: Extreme Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, Compulsive Liar, Borderline Schizophrenic<br/><br/>Biography: Having been raised by a single-parent, her life was far from glamorous. Her father was a drunk and constantly hit her and her twin brother Malik. But after those random bouts of anger, he would hold them both close and sob over the loss of their mother who died giving birth to them and how sorry he was. With this constant unstable conditioning, Aishling began to lie about her home life to make things easier on herself. With the lies came the compulsions to keep things orderly when everything else was not. Malik became a voluntary mute and only communicated by using his hands. When their father went to bed, Malik and Aishling would lie awake and pray that he wouldn't wake up. Unfortunately, those prayers were never answered.<br/><br/>Soon, however, around the age of twelve, something did change. But it wasn't for the best. Aishling and her small family got into a car accident and she was ejected from the vehicle. As she watched with a broken spine, the car went up in flames. She could hear her brother finally talking - he was screaming for his sister and for his life. She was scarred for the rest of her life. The paramedics took her to the local hospital and her back was set with pins and a brace. She was kept in the hospital for over a year in order for her to recover. It was unknown as to whether or not she would walk again. She had no visitors in the hospital while she recovered except for people from Child Services. They were looking for a home for her, they said. She didn't care or believe them. She slipped into a depression.<br/><br/>It wasn't long before she started physical therapy and regained her ability to walk. With her ability to walk, she started talking to herself regularly and claiming to anyone who asked, "Be quiet, I'm talking to my brother." It was then noticed by the doctors that she might be a schizophrenic. She adopted by a nice family with a dog, whom she spoke with often and took care of. The family sent her to therapists and had her constantly taking tests - the usual for a child with a troubled upbringing. But as she got older, it was apparent that her symptoms weren't getting exactly better: she was just getting better at hiding them. Unlike most normal teenagers, she kept her room completely spotless. She was meticulous about how she wore her make up and got up for school an entire hour earlier than normal to make sure that everything matched the way she wanted it. Her adoptive mother Clara worried that Aishling wasn't getting enough sleep or socializing enough so a party was thrown for her sixteenth birthday.<br/><br/>At her sixteenth birthday party, people from school came and said hello to her and gave her presents. She wasn't sure how to respond to all of it. She set up the presents in neat and orderly rows, arranging them by color and size. The guests looked at her funny but shrugged it off as nothing. One of the boys at the party wished to speak to her upstairs and so she went with him, innocent in a way that a young girl could be. He told her he wanted her to be his girlfriend. Aishling was confused since she rarely talked with boys [or anyone for that matter] but decided she didn't mind. So he kissed her. Aishling had never received a sexual kiss and it sparked something hungry inside of her. So he kissed her more. Little did she knew the boy was showing her her submissive side and the more carnal of sexual acts. He pinned her down and ravished her body, taking her virginity and making a small claim on her. But she had loved it. She wanted more and more.<br/><br/>They stayed together for a year before it became too much for him. Her OCD began to increase and so did her bouts with compulsive lying. She spiraled out of control for the next few years and attempted suicide roughly six times by trying to slice her wrists open and drown herself in the bathtub. Along with these attempts, she went looking for sexual deviants to give her the same kind of high. In those moments, she got burn marks and small scars. For her parents, they couldn't believe what was happening to her and so they took her to a psychiatrist who told them all about her disorders. Disheartened, the family couldn't help but send her to be institutionalized and prayed that it would make her well.<br/><br/>Medical history that led to admittance:<br/><br/>Assault due to aggravated OCD<br/>Six suicide Attempts<br/>Potential Schizophrenic behavior<br/><br/>Write your post of how you were admitted to Rosanam:<br/><br/>Here she was. She was in the back seat of her car with her adoptive parents in the front seat. They were driving her to the institution that apparently would make her well. What a load of bullshit. She'd never been well. Maybe she and Malik had just been born defective because their mother's innocent blood had been spilled on their virgin bodies as she died. It was a dark and depressing thought, but in some twisted way, it made Aishling smile. She was a little crazy, so it didn't really matter, right? But at the trees passed by and the landscape changed, Aishling felt an overwhelming sense of dread. What was going to happen here? Was she going to be put into a straight jacket? It had some appeal, but she really didn't want to be at the mercy of people who were suppose to make her better. Still, what could she do? Her parents were just trying to do what they thought was best. It wasn't their fault they had adopted a defective little reject.<br/><br/>In the back seat of the car, she felt so alone. She felt the darkness creeping in on her as she looked down at her fingernails. She was allowed to keep her bottles of nail polish and she knew that as soon as she was situated in her room, she was repainting her nails black. There was a crack in the color on one nail and it was driving her insane. She needed to fix it, she wanted to-<br/><br/>"We're here...honey..."<br/><br/>Her dad whispered. She looked up at him to see that the car had indeed stopped. What was she to do? She needed to fix the nail polish. She really needed to. Aishling was going to freak if she couldn't just get it fixed! Biting her lip, she took a few calming breaths. She could fix it, just not at the moment. She had more pressing things to worry about. Think of other things, think of other things. Her mind whirled with thoughts as she stepped out of the car. What was she to do? Her parents pulled her bags from the trust and she clutched her purse, bottles of nail polish clinking inside. She didn't want to leave them. She honestly didn't. Her mother and father pulled her into a heavy hug that was almost frightening in all the emotion that was in it, but Aishling felt the same. She just hoped they realized how much she was actually going to miss them no matter what she said.<br/><br/>"We'll call in a few weeks." Her dad stated. Aishling felt her throat start to close up.<br/><br/>"Weeks?<em>Weeks?</em>But we talk every single ni--"<br/><br/>"I know, honey. But the institution said that the first few weeks are crucial. After that, we'll be allowed to call once a week." Her mother looked at her with tears glossing her hazel green eyes. Aishling knew her blue eyes were just as glassy. Could she do this? Her routine was so out of whack, what if there wasn't a routine? What if they changed things<em>daily?</em>She felt the panic start to set in. Aishling's father put his hands on her shoulders.<br/><br/>"Listen, they will take care of you and you'll have a routine again. You'll be okay. Remember what Dr. Theodre said? Count to ten and think before you panic. You'll be okay. You got your nail polish and sketch pads?" She nodded. "Good. We'll be sending you colored pencils and books every week to keep you centered, okay? We...we love you, kiddo."<br/><br/>It wasn't long before there were no more hugs and Aishling was checked into the facility by the receptionist. Aishling saw a red-headed female doctor and felt her throat swell up. There was something wrong with that woman. Something that called to Aishling...and scared the fuck out of her.<br/>