Name: Cynthia Peregris<br/>Age: 19<br/>Appearance (real pictures only. Also add any other descriptions of your character you would like):<br/><br/>(http://img3.imageshack.us/img3/8836/01rw.jpg)<br/>Very detailed ons and offs since as a patient things can get quite extreme in an insane asylum:<br/><br/>Ons: Nurses, being controlled, confusing mixes of nurturing and manipulative, mood-altering drugs, F/F rape, psychological terror, sybians and other machines, straitjackets and other restraints<br/>Offs: Lobotomization, anything permanently damaging (scarring is fine but not permanently crippling.  Temporarily crippling, like a drug that paralyzes her for a few hours, is fine too), Bodily waste, Bestiality<br/>Most things fall in the middle for me.  Like I can do anal but it's not an on for me.  Same way that needles I'm sure will come up in the plot but I'm not turned on or off by them.<br/>Just in case it needs saying, I'm good with interacting with male PCs, being tortured, drugged or even held or comforted by one, but I'd rather not have her raped by one unless it's important to the plot.<br/><br/>Possible actions or things that make your character either calm down or get really excited: Cynthia is pretty sweet and innocent at heart.  Anything that will let her make friends, people she knows she can trust (she's somewhat gullible), and of course various drugs can put her right up or down as they might need for her.<br/>Gender: Female<br/>Sexuality: Lesbian (I'm willing to explore F/M with this character but I don't expect it to be willing)<br/>Personality(s): Innocent, trusting, maybe a bit gullible.  She tries so hard to be optimistic but that part of her is slowly dying with every day she spends in the hospital?  Who knows how much longer that cheer can last out?<br/>Diagnosis: Delusional schizophrenia<br/><br/>Bio: Cynthia grew up in happy suburbia, with a mom and dad that treated her very well, a little brother and a puppy named Silly that grew up into a loyal and loving dog.  She always got good grades, she did her best to always be good, and she did her best to always make friends wherever she went.  She wasn't sure what she wanted to be when she grew up, but she knew she wanted to help people somehow.<br/><br/>College made her innocence a little difficult for her.  Everyone had to put their keys into a little box, and her friends had begged her to come even though she'd said sternly that she didn't want to go to any parties with drinking and smoking.  She'd always had a bad feeling about drinking, even though she didn't know why.  It had scared her a bit, and she stayed not more than twenty minutes before grabbing her little pink heart keychain out of the box and heading out.<br/><br/>They said that she'd stolen a car.  How could she have stolen it if she had the right keys?  She'd just gotten her own keys mixed up with someone else's somehow.  It was even a similar make of car.  So it was a different color, she accepted that, but when she'd beeped the unlock button, that was the car that flashed its lights.  Why would she try to steal a car when she already had one?<br/><br/>She didn't really remember too much about driving home.  She hadn't been so tired before drinking that Dr. Pepper that one of her friends had given her, but she'd pulled the tab off herself, so she knew it couldn't be spiked with anything.  It didn't make any sense.  Somehow she'd ended up being grabbed by a strange man that had pulled her out of the vehicle.  Her head was throbbing, and she was so scared, not knowing this weirdo that was carrying her off.  She managed to catch the element of surprise, clawing at him with her sharp nails and leaving four nasty gashes over his face.  She hadn't known that she'd passed out at the wheel and that the medical technician had been only trying to help her.  How could she have known that?<br/><br/>Her court-appointed lawyer Mr. Natchez had told her that everything would be alright, that if she just pled insanity like in all the movies, she'd have to spend a week in this place so they could check her over and she'd been home free.  But she heard Mr. Natchez talking with some of the orderlies later.  They kept saying things she couldn't fully make out but didn't like.  They'd given him some money when the case was done.<br/><br/>It did all sound really stupid when she stopped to think about it later.  Maybe she really was crazy.  The whole story did sound so ridiculous when she thought back on it.  She didn't want to hurt anyone or cause any problems.<br/><br/>Medical history that led to admittance: Declared legally insane by the courts after a plea bargaining for a count of grand larceny, destruction of property, and assault on a medical technician<br/><br/>Write your post of how you were admitted to Rosanam:<br/><br/>Guided in through the gate by a pair of guards walked a young woman, no older than 19, the bright red of her hair accenting her pink sweater and the soft blue of her faded jeans.  Her boots thumped ever so softly upon the cement below, as if not even noticing her entrance.  As she walked along, she tried to pass out gentle smiles to other patients she saw through the windows, but no one seemed to have a smile to give back to her.  That was alright, though, it just meant that she hadn't managed to find a friend here yet.<br/><br/>They brought her up towards the massive building, which she'd remembered seeing on occasion when she drove by but never really remembered what it looked like until now.  The one thing she missed out of everything, when she stopped to think about it, was her cell phone.  Her friends would probably wonder what was going on, why she'd lost touch.  She didn't really understand why she wasn't even allowed to have her cell, but then, if she really was crazy, she would probably only annoy everyone with mad ranting anyway.  Best to just wait a bit until they could cure her.<br/><br/>So much of it reminded her of summer camp.  She'd hated it then, too, the loneliness, the new adjustment, but it hadn't taken her long to make friends and then she had never wanted to leave.  It was so easy to tell herself that, so simple to just say that she'd be out before she knew it and knew for certain that she'd be sane.  So why couldn't she get that terrible feeling out of her gut?<br/>