<em>A sealed envelope containing the following request finds its way into the Rosanam incoming mail</em><br/><br/>Text in red denotes Rosanam staff remarks<br/><strong>Name</strong>:<em>Unimportant.  Prospective owner requests the subject be called Max.</em><br/><strong>Age</strong>:<em>Between 20 - 28</em>23<br/><strong>Appearance</strong>(real pictures only. Also add any other descriptions of your character you would like):<br/>(http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l7nvy3JtY31qa9n5r.jpg)<br/>Very detailed ons and offs since as a patient things can get quite extreme in an insane asylum:<br/><strong>ON</strong>s:<em>Subject must be trained for all of the following:  Puppy play, electro, oral (Giving), anal (Receiving), toys (Receiving), cum, sexual pain, roughness, biting, hair tugging/pulling, collar and leash, being bound, branding, following orders, boots.</em><br/><strong>OFF</strong>s:<em>Blood, scat, urine, mutilation, cross dressing, permanent marks (other than stated in ons), hypnosis.</em><br/>Possible actions or things that make your character either calm down or get really excited:<em>Would like subject to be taught to stop and stay.</em><br/><strong>Gender</strong>:<em>Must be male</em><br/><strong>Sexuality</strong>:<em>Must be gay</em><br/><strong>Personality(s)</strong>:<em>Would like the subject to show loyalty, playfulness, and devotion</em><br/><strong>Diagnosis</strong>:  Canine Dysphoric Disorder<br/><strong>Biography</strong>: Voluntarily admitted<br/><strong>Medical history</strong>that led to admittance:   Subject admitted willingly.  Displayed defiant tendencies despite their obvious mental distress.  Patient displayed violent behavior after treatment was strongly suggested.  For the safety of the staff, a sedative was administered<br/>Write your post of how you were admitted to Rosanam:<br/><br/>What started out as an innocent enough night of jogging around the local park ended as a horrific turn of events that would change his life forever.  Taylor lived in a small apartment in the city.  He worked as a short order cook in a local diner to pay for his housing while he finished his BA.  Mostly made good grades too.  He was good at keeping his head down and his nose in the books.  He didn't get out much because most of his time was taken up by class and work.  There weren't many friends in his social life because of that.  He seemed like a pretty average guy, kept his nose clean, and every other day he would take a jog.  This particular night, however, he worked later than usual.  One of his coworkers had called out due to some sort of stomach flu.  He was able to fill in for him.  It ate into his usual exercise time when he would jog through the park during the day.  He figured it wouldn't make that much of a difference if he went a few hours later.  Unfortunately, the sun had begun to dip down on the horizon when he was halfway through the semi-densely wooded park.  Whoever had been following him chose that time to strike.  No one around, so no one to see him get nabbed.<br/><br/>All he remembered before blacking out was a sharp pain in his neck.  He awoke in darkness as foreign hands grabbed him.  What he assumed was duct tape covered his mouth.  His arms and legs had been bound loosely with rope which bit into his wrists.  Taylor tried to make noise, ask questions that went unanswered.  Whoever these guys were, they paid no attention to him, treating him mostly like a package in a standard delivery.  It must have been late...or early.  He couldn't tell, but as he looked up at the moon and then the building in front of it as his vision focused, he knew nothing good was coming of this.  They dragged him through a dimly lit hall in what must have been the underground section of whatever that place was.  He could recall hearing noises though he couldn't quite make out what exactly it was.  They sounded human though not intelligible.  By this time, Taylor had tried wiggling and tossing around.  The two men just carried on.  Even when their grip seemed to falter, they just stopped, gained a better hold and then ushered forward.<br/><br/>He was carried into a small cell with nothing but a small bed and a toilet.  The two nameless kidnappers stood outside the small room for a moment, wiping their hands and conversing.  Taylor overheard certain phrases they said.  "You think he'll do?"  or "Doctors can finally get off our asses now."  He was too confused to understand.  He wanted answers, and he wanted out of there.  The door was locked and bolted after that, and Taylor was left bound and silenced for the night.  It was the last sound sleep he would have in a long time for the next time he woke, it would be as a patient of the Rosanam Sanitarium.<br/>