Records Department of the Rosanam Sanitarium
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				Title: <strong>Records Department of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Swordsman18</strong> on <strong>28-04-2011, 00:35:57</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>This is the thread for the approved applicants to the Rosanam Sanitarium to post their character profiles: </strong></span><br><br>Name: Dr. Alexander Radovich<br><br>Age: 33<br><br>Appearance: <div class="floatright">(http://www.moviewatchlist.com/cast_gallery/images/Vinnie%20Jones%20%285%29.jpg)</div><br>Specialty: Pavolian Conditioning, Hypnosis, Psychoanalysis <br><br>Sexuality: Heterosexual<br><br>Gender: Male<br><br>Ons: Dominance, Restraining others, Drugging others, Power Exchange, Biting (giving and receiving), Marking (giving), electrically stimulating others, spanking (giving), non-con as well as con, Any kind of discipline.<br>Offs: Bathroom stuff, gore, loss of control, excessive blood<br><br>Personality: Alexander is a natural born leader with a need to control others. He has developed this through extensive experience with others that he had interacted with across his life. It developed as a kind of survival mechanism from his lonely life at the orphanage. <br><br>Bio: Alexander was born on a cold night in the city of New York and not even after spending a few hours with his mother, he ended up on the steps of an orphanage. The one place that he would call home for the next 16 years before his final escape from it. However Alex’s time there is what would mold him for his future in a lot of ways. When he was only barely 13, he was in charge of all the orphans younger than him.<br><br>Lots of them in there considered him like their father even though he was only just one of them. And for this respect and admiration he treated them just as if he was their father by protecting them form the ill treatment of the runners of the orphanage as well as from any potentially bad people looking to adopt. Alex was happy to do it for them. It brought him great joy to know that he had control of so many peoples’ lives and that they trusted him to do so.<br><br>However, at 16, after seeing to it that a majority of his family had found the homes that he deemed fit for them to have, it was Alex’s turn to escape the orphanage and get out on his own. He targeted a beautiful widow who was looking for a young man like himself. As soon as he showed his dominant personality and ability to control her, the adoption papers were signed. Alexander quickly came into control of Henrietta Radovich as well as her fortune. However, the interesting thing to note is that he never slept with his adopted mother. Yes, he slept with some of the girls he had been family with back at the orphanage but he actually considered Henrietta his mother and refused her advances. Henrietta grew to be okay with this fact since he was fulfilling her in other ways, such as her need to be controlled.<br><br>Alex had noticed that a lot of the people in his life had this urge to have a leader in their lives, this need to have someone to control them. Alex felt that this was something he needed to study in further detail to see that if it was in fact universal that there were people who needed control. So as he was going to turn in his college application to Harvard of all places he decided it was time to be a psychologist. <br><br>10 years later, he was a full fledged doctor at an Asylum. He was not the top of the totem pole as he would have liked but he was slowly working his way there. And then he was assigned the case of Raven Townsend. A girl who was so feral that she could literally scare a jungle cat with a stare. This had been the third Asylum she had been to and many in the Psychiatry field were saying that she was a special case that could not be saved. From his first interaction with her, Alex knew he was in for one long journey if he was even going to try to do what others could not. He tried everything with her from hydro therapy to electroshock therapy. Nothing seemed to work for her. And just before he was about to call in the surgery team for a lobotomy, he saw something he shouldn’t have. There was an orderly taking advantage of her body while she was restrained. Seeing it lead to a breakthrough with Raven. When she was sexually stimulated she was docile and communicable.<br><br>With this knowledge Alex started to use rather unethical and possibly illegal methods to get through to Raven. He started to sexually train her, and reward her with sex for being good. Over time she allowed him to attack her underlying condition as she spent longer and longer periods of time being calm. And after a period of a year without another feral incident, Raven was declared sane and allowed to walk free in the world again. Knowing that she needed sex as well as control, Alex gave her to man he had known through wealth. This man took her happily and they have been a happy master and slave ever since.<br><br>Alexander was applauded by all those in the field for making Raven sane. And of course Alex wrote a report on what he had done for her, lying that he rewarded her with something else other than sex. He said that the processes of conditioning are what he used to calm the feral beast known as Raven Townsend. At least that was not necessarily a lie. He had made her into a perfect little slave through conditioning and put her in a place he she would be the happiest.<br><br>Due to this success, Alex took some time away from his work at an asylum and started to tour the college circuit giving lectures on the power of conditioning in modern psychology. That was when he met the lovely Alena Mon'Lector. He still remembered that day quite vividly where after only a few hours after knowing each other, they were going at it like rabbits. Each of them trying to top the other and have the other submit, neither of them really winning. Though she had done one thing that he had never really experienced before, she had made him say please. Alex was addicted to their little game, even after he left the lecture circuit and settled down at the Rosanam Sanitarium, he always found time to go find Alena for a regular session. <br><br>When the Sanitarium closed down for renovations and the Director stepped down giving Alex the power there was only one person he could think of being a co-director. And so the new Rosanam was about to begin. <br><br><br>Medical history or resume for character:<br><br>2 Doctorates From Harvard: Behavioral Psychology and Psychoanalysis<br>Graduated Summa Cum Laude<br>Has worked at 3 Different Asylums in an Assistant Director position<br>Successful conditioning of Raven Townsend<br>Wrote several books on conditioning and how it can be used to help patients<br><br><br>Write a post regarding how your character joined Rosanam: <br><br>Alexander woke up in the morning of the reopening, excited to be back at a place that he now officially call his own. He swung his legs over the side of his bed and put his feet on the floor. He looked around the room for a bit, seeing that it was in fact the same room he had fallen asleep in, he stood up he stood up lifting his arms into the air and letting out a long yawn. He had no time for pleasantries of waking up properly. He grabbed the blanket, sheets and all of the covering off his bed. Al of it was pushed into a large plastic bag that then had the air vacuumed out of it. This made his bedding nice and compact for travel which was what he was intending to do in exactly twenty minutes. He threw the vacuumed bag out into the living room as he walked around the empty apartment that had once been his home. The bed and the sheets were the only things he had not yet transferred to Rosanam already.<br><br>His fingers pressed into the mattress as he lifted it off the frame. Alex may not have looked it but he was quite muscular, so lifting this mattress by himself was nothing for him. The mattress was under his arm and he escorted it out of the room, taking the few steps necessary to get into the living room. He dropped it to the floor, he let out a sigh of relief once it dropped to the ground. Alex took a moment to look down at the king sized mattress, his mind went to all of the times he had sex with Alena on it and all of the kinky fun that had with it. All those thoughts brought a smile to his face. <br><br>But Alex had no time to be sentimental, he had a time table to work on. Alex walked across the room to his bathroom. His boxers quickly came off and he took the few steps into the shower. His shower took less than ten minutes. He took the towel off of the towel rack, running it across his form as quickly as he could but with slow strokes so that he collected as much water as possible off of his body. He turned his head to see his reflection in the mirror. His lips turned up in a smile, he still looked damn good for being in his thirties, and that made him happy to no end. Alex gave himself one more quick glance before he left the bathroom.<br><br>He grabbed his suit out of the closet. The dress shirt was quickly draped over his torso, his fingers quickly buttoning it up over his six pack and defined chest. It took a quick moment to adjust the collar. The red boxers came on next, sliding over his legs before finding it secure place over his loins. The red tie came up around his neck, the skilled fingers moved them into a knot and then he pulled it tight around his neck while he tucked the tie under his collar. His black suit pants were up over his legs in seconds, fastened in place. The suit was completed just after that as he lifted the suit jacket off the hanger, slipped each arm into each sleeve and then he shrugged to set it in place. After he was done with that he got on socks and dress shoes. <br><br>As the suit was finished, he looked over to the duffel bag that lay on the floor. He crossed the room lifted it up went to the bathroom, packed up all of his toiletries and shower stuff. Passing through the door, he flicked the light switch down to turn off the light. He was done with this place. The duffel bag was slipped over his shoulder as he bent to grab the vacuumed bag and he grabbed the edge of the bed to bring it into the hallway. He locked the door, went down to his truck, threw the bags inside and then went back to get the bed and put it in the flatbed in the back.<br><br>He hopped in his truck started it up to head out to Rosanam. The truck pulled up to the front entrance. He got out of the truck went to the flatbed, pulled the bed out slowly. He was glad he had washed the flatbed long ago to make sure that the bed would be clean during transport. Once again the bed was in his arms. He carried it into the institute finding it locked as he had expected it to. Alexander reached into his pocket, pulling out his large collection of keys with all of the jingling that went along with it. He put it into the lock, opened the double doors, and walked inside.<br><br>His footsteps made echoes in the empty facility as he stepped across the floor, heading to the elevator. He hit the button to summon it, the brown doors opened and let him in with his mattress. It was a cargo elevator for the transportation of patients. Alex thought of all of the patients who had passed through these doors and all the patients that had yet to come through them. Each to him was a challenge, a challenge he was more than willing to accept.<br><br>He went up to the third floor where his apartment was. It was right across from Alena's and from what he could hear, she was already there. The door to his apartment opened. It was a modern style apartment with all of the fixings of style. He put the bed down on the new black frame that was in his apartment. All that was left to make this truly home was for him was to go get his bags. But for now he was happy that he had officially been moved into Rosanam that he was going to run with the lovely fiery Alena.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Records Department of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Bibliophilia</strong> on <strong>28-04-2011, 03:50:55</strong>
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				Name: Kelly Vance / Sadie<br><br>Age: 24<br><br>Appearance: &lt;1&gt; (http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a304/RuffNRowdy/Kelly4.jpg), &lt;2&gt; (http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a304/RuffNRowdy/Kelly22.jpg), &lt;3&gt; (http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a304/RuffNRowdy/Kelly17.jpg)<br><br>Kelly's habitual insomnia has left her with distinctive dark circles around her eyes and a slightly glassy sheen to her sage-green irises.&nbsp; Her hair is the color of freshly-drawn blood, the length dependent upon when she was last allowed to get it trimmed.&nbsp; Her nails are unpolished and bitten to the quick, a nervous habit that stems from her unacknowledged need for nicotine.<br><br>Sadie never bites her nails, considering them natural weapons, and finds it frustrating that Kelly keeps destroying them.&nbsp; She is rarely seen without a cigarette, if/when she is allowed to have them.&nbsp; Her eyes, unlike her counterpart, are sharp and calculating, the lack of sleep failing to dull her senses as it does Kelly's.&nbsp; Tension coils in her lean muscles, giving her the air of constant vigilance, as if she is merely awaiting the chance to spring into action.<br><br>Both are just over 5'5" and weigh about 125lbs.&nbsp; Sadie seems to stand taller, however, since she stands straighter.<br><br>Very detailed ons and offs since as a patient things can get quite extreme in an insane asylum:<br><br>Kelly's Ons: Restraints, anal, teasing, breast-play, light-medium breast/nipple-torture, electrical stimulation, light scarification, spanking, light-medium whipping, mechanical stimulation (vibrators, fucking-machines, ect.), DP, facials, watersports, cock/ball-worship(giving, obviously), clean rimming(giving), hair-pulling, non-con, pussy-worship, breast-worship(giving), light-medium biting, foot-jobs(giving &amp; receiving), choking(with hands), being rubbed with cock/pussy/breasts, self-stimulating, being forced to get herself off in interesting ways.<br><br>Kelly's Offs: Scat, face-slapping, needles(as sexual devices), blood, severe pain, bathroom denial, enemas, being forced to Dominate others, choking/gagging with cock/toys, toilet-anything, tickling<br><br>Sadie's Ons: Dominating others, biting(giving), hot wax, pussy-worship(receiving), breast-worship(receiving), pegging, light-medium scratching(giving), foot-jobs(giving &amp; receiving), teasing(giving), light-medium whipping(giving), restraints(giving), tattoos(giving &amp; receiving)<br><br>Sadie's Offs: See most of Kelly's Ons.<br><br>((Kelly's Offs cover my Offs, mostly.&nbsp; I might have forgotten something, so if your character is planning something that you think might be iffy, just ask me OOC and I'll let you know.))<br><br><br>Possible actions or things that make your character either calm down or get really excited:<br><br>Kelly responds to having her hair and back stroked gently, it's the easiest way to get her to relax.<br><br>Rubbing, grinding against or scratching her ass is an instant, extreme turn-on.<br><br>Sadie can be calmed with a pack of cigarettes, or the chance to be Dominant.<br><br>Sadie's weakness is feet, a foot in her crotch or her foot in someone else's crotch is guaranteed to get her revved up.<br><br><br>Gender:<br><br>Female<br><br>Sexuality:<br><br>Pansexual on both counts.<br><br>Personality(s):<br><br>Kelly is even-tempered by nature, she avoids conflict and prefers to simply apologize, rather than risk getting into a fight.&nbsp; She has periods of dreamy lethargy, wherein she either reads or indulges her creative side with treacly poetry, or fairly decent artwork.&nbsp; She has trouble sleeping more than four hours a night, and often even that is cut short by her internal twin, Sadie.&nbsp; Kelly is vaguely aware that she has a second personality, but she prefers to live in denial of it, and if asked about her tattoos or piercing, she feigns surprise.&nbsp; She's intelligent, but her thought-processes tend to run so far left-field that many people believe she's a complete ditz.&nbsp; She's a dedicated vegan, and dreams of being allowed to have a cat.&nbsp; On some level she knows that what is happening in the hospital is wrong, but she craves it, and has begun to think of the asylum as home.<br><br>Sadie is aggressive, sarcastic, and foul-mouthed.&nbsp; She despises the doctors for forcing her to submit to their training, and lashes out violently on occasion.&nbsp; Her cooperation can be bought with the promise of cigarettes, an addiction that festers when Kelly is in control.&nbsp; She eats meat and animal-byproducts, unlike her counterpart, and seems to have a pathological aversion to green vegetables.&nbsp; Kelly's artistic ability is enhanced in Sadie, and when she is in the mood, she is capable of creating stunning pieces, though they tend to be somewhat disturbing.&nbsp; Sadie is fiercely intelligent and intuitive, making her quite gifted at finding the chinks in the armor of others.&nbsp; Her sadistic streak can lead her to pry at these chinks with a notable glee.&nbsp; She resists the efforts of the staff to break her will, seeming to almost take pleasure every time she makes it through a training session without losing her edge.<br><br>Diagnosis: Dissociative-Identity Disorder<br><br>Bio:<br><br>Kelly grew up in a seemingly perfect middle-class home.&nbsp; Her mother stayed at home to take care of her and her younger brother, Troy, while her father worked as a lawyer, specializing in business and financial law.&nbsp; Outwardly, their family appeared to have the American dream, living in a four bedroom, two-bath home on a quiet cul-de-sac as far from the mean-streets as one could get.<br><br>Beneath the veneer, however, Jack Vance was a cold man, and he ruled his home with an iron fist.&nbsp; He jumped on every imagined mistake his children made, using them as an excuse to verbally and physically abuse both them and their mother.&nbsp; Heather Vance coped with the situation by becoming a lush, downing two or three bottles of wine a day in an effort to blot out her fear and guilt.&nbsp; She had married her husband right out of high-school, and felt she had no choice but to accept her life, else she would find herself and her children starving from her inability to support the three of them.<br><br>Kelly tried to protect her younger brother, but her own fear of their father often held her back from stepping in to stop him from hurting Troy.&nbsp; It wasn't until she was ten years old that Sadie made her first appearance, and began protecting both Kelly and her brother.&nbsp; Sadie took the old man's vitriol and violence, and seemed to thrive on it, giving back as good as she got.&nbsp; She would deliberately draw his attention with whatever she could think of, in order to keep him from harming Troy.&nbsp; Heather and Jack didn't realize at first what was happening, both simply assuming it was natural rebellion, but Troy knew that something was off.&nbsp; He could tell that Sadie wasn't his sister, but he never questioned her, because he too frightened.<br><br>When Kelly/Sadie was fifteen, Jack Vance died of cardiac arrest while arguing a case in court.&nbsp; Years of red meat, little exercise and a lot of scotch finally caught up with him.&nbsp; His life insurance policy ensured that the family would be well-cared for, even if Heather never worked.&nbsp; The monster was finally out of their lives, but the damage had been done and couldn't be undone.&nbsp; Heather sank steadily deeper into alcoholism, leaving Kelly to care for her eleven-year old brother.&nbsp; Troy loved his older sister, but he was scared of Sadie, and he worried when she came out.&nbsp; Sadie would often leave home and stay out most of the night, then return to sleep a few hours before Kelly had to be up to get herself and her brother off to school.&nbsp; Kelly never seemed to realize that she had been gone, and whenever Troy asked about it, she'd just look at him strangely and tell him to stop making up stories.<br><br>Kelly woke up to find her first tattoo the day after her eighteenth birthday.&nbsp; It was hard proof of what Troy had been hinting at for years, but even with the evidence etched into her skin, Kelly remained in deep denial.&nbsp; She diligently took care of the ink, and the others that followed, as well as the piercing that showed up three years later.&nbsp; She merely told herself that she must have had too much to drink and had them done in a sort of black-out, and that letting them get infected would just be foolish.&nbsp; She learned to live with only a few hours of sleep a night, putting her fatigue off on stress from caring for her brother and mother while attending college.&nbsp; Her passion was art, and it had always served as an escape for her, a way for her mind to relax and all of her emotions to flow out through her charcoal, or pastels, or the paintbrush.&nbsp; She devoted herself to her family and her art, though she suspected that she lacked what it took to ever become a truly great artist, even though there were pieces in her growing collection that were highly praised.&nbsp; Trouble was, she didn't remember painting them.<br><br>She was committed to Rosanam Sanitarium by the state.&nbsp; Kelly and her boyfriend had been exploring one another's sexual desires, and he'd been in the process of spanking her when Sadie made a stunning appearance.&nbsp; Kelly was charged with assault after Sadie nearly bit a chunk out of his calf and then proceeded to show him how a proper spanking was to be administered.&nbsp; A psych evaluation rooted out the truth, and given Sadie's aggression, Kelly was deemed a danger to society.&nbsp; The judge ordered her to be committed to Rosanam for no less than thirty days, the length of her stay to be determined by the doctor over-seeing her case at the Sanitarium.<br><br>Write your post of how you were admitted to Rosanam:<br><br>Kelly huddled in the rear of the police car as it rolled through the gates and up the drive to the doors of the menacing hospital.&nbsp; Her teeth nibbled fearfully at the back of her stud, eyes squinting against the bright sunlight that shone through the window onto her up-turned face.&nbsp; A tremor eeled along her spine at the sight of the building, which seemed to loom over her and glower from its many barred windows.&nbsp; In a strange way, it reminded her of her father, and that sour look that always pinched his face when he first came home after a day at the law firm.<br><br>The officers stepped from the vehicle and one moved back to open the backdoor, reaching in to ease her out onto her feet.&nbsp; Her hands were cuffed before her, but neither man seemed to deem her much of a threat, since she'd been perfectly docile on the trip from county jail.&nbsp; She allowed the large hands to guide her up the steps and through the patient intake door, her eyes darting around curiously once the cool air inside was bathing her face.&nbsp; She'd never been to a mental institution before, and she wasn't exactly sure what she'd been expecting.&nbsp; It seemed pretty much like any other hospital, really.&nbsp; Except here, she supposed, the rooms would have padded walls.<br><br>One of the officers stepped forward to handle the paperwork with the receptionist, and the other led Kelly to a bank of hard plastic chairs along the opposite wall from the desk.&nbsp; She dropped her head and stared at her feet, glad that they'd allowed her to wear her own clothes, rather than the orange jumpsuit she'd been forced to wear in county.&nbsp; The toes of her scuffed, red Chucks pushed against the floor as she tried to organize her thoughts.&nbsp; If she could just convince the doctors that she was sane, then she could go home and pretend this had never happened.&nbsp; That shouldn't be too hard.&nbsp; After all, the incident with her ex-boyfriend had been an aberration, probably brought on by low blood-sugar, or the adrenal surge from their sexual games.&nbsp; She wasn't a violent person, and the doctors would see that soon enough.<br><br>Several moments passed, and a near-palpable change overcame the still, slight figure.&nbsp; Tension seemed to crackle in the air around her, and she went from nervous dejection, to coiled anticipation.&nbsp; Sadie whispered something, too softly for her large, uniformed guardian to hear, and he foolishly leaned closer to try and understand.&nbsp; With shocking speed, the slender girl struck out, whipping her head around to slam it into the officer's face with a satisfied grunt.&nbsp; Blood spurted as his nose crunched beneath her brow, and her teeth gnashed at his chin like a wild animal.&nbsp; Luckily for him, his partner was quick on his feet and managed to cross the room and hook an arm around the girl's throat before she could take a bite out.&nbsp; The uninjured officer pulled Sadie back, struggling to hold on as she writhed and kicked in his grip, fighting ferociously to get free.<br><br>It was a tense minute before the nurse managed to step in and, with the aid of both officers holding her still, administer a sedative to the crazed girl.&nbsp; She was taken to her room and strapped into her bed, left there to sleep off the effects of the drug and hopefully waken with a fresh outlook on her imprisonment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Records Department of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>cliffheath</strong> on <strong>28-04-2011, 03:57:12</strong>
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				Name:Geoffry<br><br>Age: 26<br><br>Appearance:<br><br>&nbsp;(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dWKvVJhgeB4/TMymTLi9RxI/AAAAAAAAAMU/7xIxLdRlRhQ/s1600/StraightJacket.jpg)<br><br>Sexuality: Straight<br><br>Gender: Male<br><br>Ons:&nbsp; Though never admitting it, many of his actions come directly from his inability to deal with his sexual arousal. He holds strong beliefs in traditional gender roles despite being aroused very easily by women in control and being treated rather roughly. Long periods of isolation has also left him enjoying things that he cant quite explain such as hearing screams, seeing others cry (though not necessarily for negative reasons), and an odd affinity for seeing people struggle when they're senses are taken away. Most of this knowledge coming from exploring he's done on the internet of course. <br><br><br>Offs: Again, due to his strong beliefs in traditional gender roles, any attempt at forcing him to take on the appearance of the fairer gender causes him to go into violent fits. Also he finds rubber disgusting. <br><br><br>Calming things: Chewy food, Bird sounds, lazy naps, being softly patted on the head, Dark rooms, and small spaces<br><br>Things that get him worked up: Women trying to take control, Large men hurting small women, Lots of angry shouting, too much of the color purple, Saying you dont want to watch "The empire strikes ass" If he asks you too.<br><br><br>Personality:<br><br>Calm, Calculating, Ruthless. Few words could do a worse job of describing him. Often times acting on impulse and emotions his demeanor was one of a quiet man who had snapped years ago and had little chance of coming back. On occasion though he did act calm, and when he did thats when it was dangerous. It meant he was actually calculating, thinking in the long term while he could, his bouts of desire focusing all his energy into a coherent moment of thought. Pitty the person who dismissed his odd behavior and short sightedness as the functions of a lesser mind.<br><br>Biography: No one knew much about him. From what the papers would tell them he'd been born in New York but hadn't stayed there for long. Arrested multiple times for disorderly conduct in public, it was on his last offense that the judge had realized something was wrong with his mind. The way he sat in the courtroom with a blank expression on his face, attacking other prisoners for reasons that no one could quite figure out, and watching porno on his door step in public like "The Empire Strikes Ass" all started to add up. He was finally diagnosed with a case of sever post traumatic stress disorder and committed against his will. If he seemed quiet before, then this breaking point made him seem like a mute. What little bit of information they could get out of him suddenly stopped, and when asked what happened to him that was so horrible he became violent. Unable to find any relatives, unable to get him to open up, and unable to talk him down, things looked bleak for him as if he may never leave the sanitarium. The only thing helping him though had to be that one of the police officers in the courtroom noticed how much he resembled his real son. Though the officer knew he owed the man nothing he still looked into Geoffry's back ground and found as little as every one else. Taking pitty on the man and hoping it might help he hired an investigator to see what he could find out about Geoffry. Who knows what happened? Who knows what may come to light?<br><br>Final Diagnosis:<br><br>&nbsp;A very acute case of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder although no ones been able to quite pin down why or when it happened.<br><br>Medical history <br><br>A recent diagnosis of PTSD based upon actions and certain quirks he exhibits. Most of the symptoms show themselves in the form of bouts of non homicidal violence, very impulsive actions, and rarely talking. Otherwise he seemed a fit healthy specimen. <br><br>Write a post regarding how your character joined Rosanam: <br><br>Geoffry stumbled forward as he was tossed in the room, a full straight jacket on and a cover over his mouth. The room had only a bed in it as he stood there looking around. A voice coming from behind him as he took a tentative and unsure step forward into the room. "The doctor will be by to see you when he can. In the mean time why dont you take a nap?" The voice sounding sweet and gentle and feminine. It was just the kind of thing to irritate him. His scowl was to be wasted on the rusting metal door though as the woman disappeared behind the sliding food access door built into the room's door. His eyes darted around, the blue carpeted floor not providing much to see and the bare white brick walls giving him very little to do. When he had arrived they'd mentioned something about a temporary cell and a "special" assessment from one of the doctors. Was this that cell? Was he to be interviewed soon? As he considered his surroundings, the jacket began to chafe and his nose began to itch as he slowly trotted to the wall directly across from the door. Geoffry tried rubbing his face against it, groaning as the smell of the room started to permeate it wit the bitter, almost acidic smell of certain body fluids. He prayed this would only be temporary as he gave up trying to rub his nose and just leaned against it instead. Sliding down the wall till he sat on the ground, staring at the door. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Records Department of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kytn</strong> on <strong>28-04-2011, 04:52:16</strong>
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				Name: Miyuki Yoshimura<br>Age: 22<br>Appearance (real pictures only. Also add any other descriptions of your character you would like): <br>(http://i51.tinypic.com/2rwntok.jpg)<br>Ons: Degradation, discipline and punishment, humiliation, gags, leash and collar, physical restraints, spanking, bathroom control, blindfolds, breath control, choking, fear, hair pulling, objectification, sexual pain. Anything that can stimulate her, especially pain and fear, and keep her from thinking about wanting to die.<br>Offs (HARD LIMITS): Scat, mutilation, death, vomit, excessive blood, gore.<br>Things that calm her: Piano music, particularly slow melodic pieces. A strong mug of tea. Gentle physical contact. If she is in a particularly bad state of mind, any physical contact can make her close off even more. The fear and pain excites her and makes her feel alive, but a kind touch can draw her out of her shell on a good day. Once she comes down from the pain or fear, she sinks into a deeper state of depression, feeling dirty and blaming herself for it.<br>Gender: Female<br>Sexuality: Bisexual<br>Personality(s): She keeps her personality hidden behind her depression. Melancholy and a persistent desire to take her own life are what she tends to show on the surface. Miyuki does not talk without excessive force, so no one really knows much about her. Were she not depressed, she would be rather laid back. She doesn't pay much attention to others, and doesn't let them rile her up. The simple beauty of things can sometimes bring her out of her depression, such as the way the sunlight falls in through a window.<br>Diagnosis: Major depressive disorder, more specifically melancholic depression<br>Biography:<br>Miyuki grew up in a series broken home. Born to an alcoholic and a whore, she was seized from her parents' home at the age of five and placed in series of progressively worse foster homes. The first home was nice. Steven and Jamie Parker always had several foster children in their care, and had welcomed Miyuki into their home with warm smiles and open arms. But then came the fire. Miyuki was the only one to survive, due to her being the only one not in the house at that point in time. She was seven.<br><br>The Parkers had been from a small, superstitious town. And the townspeople blamed Miyuki. Rumors that she killed the nicest people in the county started to follow her everywhere. And Miyuki began to fall away from society. With such an aura of blame following her, every family she was passed to took to blaming her for everything in their lives that went wrong. Rather than fight it, she internalized the blame, truly thinking herself to be responsible for all of the wrong in the world around her. By the time she was fourteen, Miyuki had stopped talking completely. She went to school, came home, did her homework and chores, listened to her current foster parents berate her, and went to bed. The girl eventually stopped sleeping regularly, only managing to find a few hours of blacked out solace every couple of days. And then came the final family.<br><br>Roger and Diana were just like all of the other families, blaming Miyuki for anything and everything. And then came the sexual assaults. Roger, unsatisfied with his wife and knowing the girl would never speak a word of it, took to raping her almost every single night. Things started out slow, almost gentle. She didn't even cry the first time, only reacting with the quietest of noises and gestures. Roger enjoyed having a doll that he could abuse. Over time, he got rougher with her. At first it was just harder thrusts, a spank here or there, a tug of her hair. One night, however, he used a paddle. The sting of the paddle elicited a throaty moan from Miyuki, causing Roger to pause and watch her. The girl's body felt alive like never before, and she slowly turned to look at her abuser, uttering only one word: "More."<br><br>Roger watched her, stunned beyond action. Her face was alive with desire, her normally pallid cheeks flushed and her eyes dancing. "More," she repeated, getting a little louder this time. The man slowly started to back away from her, but her attention remained on him. "More. More! MORE." Miyuki began to scream, flinging her small body at Roger, her fists trying to beat him. It took several minutes for the man to subdue the girl, ultimately using the belt of both his and Diana's bath robe. The two seemed to ignore Roger's rape of her, instead immediately calling the cops to report the girl's abrupt change of behavior.<br><br>After several weeks of investigation and a trip to the ER, Miyuki found herself in a court room, awaiting a judge's decision about her fate. Not that it mattered to the girl.<br><br>Medical history that led to admittance:<br>Physical, mental, and sexual abuse<br>Attempted assault<br>Depressive episodes<br><br>Write your post of how you were admitted to Rosanam: <br>Miyuki sat in her seat next to the lawyer without hearing a word of what was going on. Her wavy brown hair went untamed, hanging in front of her eyes as she stares blankly at the table before her. Clad in the most minimal of clothing - undergarments, a dress, and a pair flats - the girl didn't even seem to notice the chill of the court room. What she did register, however, was the soft voice in her ear and the pair of hands guiding her to stand up and walk out. "Miyuki. You're going to a new home. We're going to get you some help."<br><br>Her lack of response was left unprovoked as she was helped into a van, the gentle hands strapping her down securely. She could feel the warmth of a body sitting next to her for the duration of her of the ride, her gaze fixed on the window next to her. The light danced in her vision, and she didn't seem to notice the passage of time. When the van stopped, the person - Miyuki didn't pay enough attention to note whether they were male or female - guided her out of the van, and into the asylum that would be her new home.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Records Department of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hahvoc the Hatter</strong> on <strong>28-04-2011, 05:20:47</strong>
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				Name: Alena Mon'Lector<br>Age: 23<br>Appearance: Alena 1 (http://image.shutterstock.com/display_pic_with_logo/78251/78251,1267185046,4/stock-photo-humorous-portrait-of-young-redhead-woman-in-sexy-nurse-costume-47491294.jpg), Alena 2 (http://image.shutterstock.com/display_pic_with_logo/78251/78251,1270927310,2/stock-photo-young-woman-in-sexy-nurse-costume-with-huge-syringe-over-white-background-50628808.jpg)<br><br>Besides her nose and labrae piercing, she has six tattoos: A pair of clockwork style wings on her back that look rusted and faded with time as if they finally gave in after trying to fly for too long. On each wrist is a pair of twisted and broken handcuffs signifying that she, "broke from her bonds." On her lower back is the phrase, "Beautiful Nightmare," in swirling decorated text in black and red with a fading cloud of gray. And on each hip is a skeletal butterfly that have torn wings in black and yellowing bones. Her body is littered with pale scars over most of her body except her face. There are fading ligature marks around her neck. On occasion, she wears glasses to see far away.<br><br>Specialty: Psychology<br>Sexuality: Bisexual<br>Gender: Female<br><br>Ons: Being a Dom, most of these will be considered giving unless stated otherwise - Hair pulling (giving and receiving), spanking, light cutting, mind games, leaving marks (giving and receiving), rope work, handcuff bondage, light bondage, restraints, electric shocks, toys, nipple torture, piercing (such as an earring or otherwise), strap-on, Dominating, topping other Doms, being topped, being forced into slight submission, being Challenged, double-penetration, biting (giving and receiving), scratching (giving and receiving), gagging, orgasm denial, mental torture, power exchange, anal (giving and receiving), begging, riding crops<br><br>Offs: Bathroom anything, extreme bondage, blood, mutilation, orgasm denial, being forced into full submission, forced scenes, having control taken away, facials, being marked without permission, slapping, hitting, choking [More will probably be added, but that's what I came up with so far.]<br><br>Personality: Alena is very sweet - on the surface. She always has a glint in her eyes containing mischief and maybe just the slightest bit of cruelty. With her field, she enjoys the power behind manipulating people's minds while also- in a way- trying to help them see some of their potential for more. She is manipulative, charming, reserved, earnest, gentle while still being cruel, sarcastic, witty, and distant. She is always make friends and putting the family of patients at ease with her soft words and sweet smile. A lot of her attitude speaks of "no nonsense" and she doesn't take shit from anyone. Being a co-director, she treats her underlings and fellow co-director fairly and without favoritism. Though she can be cruel and cold, she is still expressive to a degree about what she might actually be thinking or feeling. She is quiet a lot of the time with only a crazy little smile to show what she might be cooking up in her head.<br><br>Biography: When Alena was around age three, she was living in Russia with her mother, father, and three older brothers. After an incident with her parents, the family fled the country and came to America. They settled into a nice home and forgot about their problems. As she was growing up, Alena liked to do experiments on the local kids. She would quietly torture them with their fears to see what their reactions would be. She wasn't totally cruel but was fascinated by the responses. With this experimentation came with her want to study the mind and that became her goal as she went through school. Her brothers became doctors in different fields of study, such as surgery, while she became a psychologist at a very young age and got her doctorate at twenty-one. <br><br>But during all that, she experimented with her sexuality, trying to find where she might belong in the grand scheme of sex. Around age thirteen, a boy from her school tried to pin her down and rape her and it ignited her Dominant nature. She forced him into submission with her words and actions and the rush of power was so intoxicating that she was practically drunk on it. The boy was expelled from the school but her ignition switch, so to speak, was turned on. Soon afterwords, she sought out places of the seedier variety to involve herself in and explore this need to dominate others. She learned all she could about domination of the body and mind. She was mentored by a female Dom, whom she let dominate her and take her virginity. After that, she began to force known Doms - male and female alike- into playing with her. The power exchange was just as heady as the full-blown submission, which inspired her to look more deeply into the subconscious and conscious aspects of the mind. In a twisted way, her need for sexual power and conquest fueled her desire to become a psychologist. During high school, she corrupted many different men and women into craving the lifestyle of BDSM.<br><br>Because of this craving for the lifestyle, she fell in with some of the worse crowds. Doms who had no boundaries and wouldn't follow others tried to coax her into that lifestyle and give up her dominating ways. The ligature marks on her neck were from an encounter with a Dom who she had been playing with who tried to strangle her into submission. She was seventeen. It didn't work out that way, and her life was only spared by the knife she kept on her person at all times. She stabbed him in the stomach and almost killed him. It wasn't long before another incident happened when a submissive of hers went crazy and hacked at her with a knife, leaving marks all over her body except her face. He was admitted to an institution but the scars remained. It took her months to heal from the scars and emotional pain of being, "less than perfect." But soon she was back on her feet after fighting a depression and clawed her way back to how she had been but with more of an understanding on how people reached breaking points and gained obsessions.<br><br>As her brothers went to a prestigious medical school, she happened to enjoy visiting them often. When she was there, a mere girl of eighteen and unknown partners under her belt, she stumbled upon Alexander Radovich. It wasn't love at first sight, but uncontainable desire. It didn't take long before she had him cornered in a back room and they were going at it, drawing out the insane need to dominate and control. It was like an explosion. They were both Doms with only the slightest bit of submissive nature and that sealed the deal of their friendship and their mutual sessions of sex and domination. It was also a gateway for them one day co-directing Rosanam.<br><br>Medical history or resume for character:<br><br>Attended: Harvard University for all three degrees of study.<br>Major: Psychology<br>Concentration: Behavioral and Experimental Psychology<br>Minor: English, Anatomy<br><br>Graduated within the top fifteen percent. <br>Graduated within four years of study. <br>Graduated with honors.<br>Graduated with recommendations.<br><br>Application to the field: Studying adult behavior towards visual and verbal cues. <br><br>Write a post regarding how your character joined Rosanam:<br><br><em>It was just like any other day, if that day involved receiving an influx of patients to take care of and enjoy. Alena couldn't wait for the opportunity presented by the re-opening of Rosanam. After much consultation with Alex on how to re-work the structure of the facility, he had asked her to co-director it with him. At age 23, that was a pretty fantastic feat. She hadn't expected him to ask her since she was clearly so young though experienced. Other doctors in her field had given her plenty of snide remarks that showed just how much they thought of his choice. But it didn't really matter what they thought, now did it? They didn't have the job or the prestigious title. Yet that was of little consequence. What was important was how the institution was going to be run. Alex and she had gone into great detail about it and she thought this over on the car ride over. Since it was a large enough facility with staff apartments, she would be living on the grounds. That suited her just fine, she'd be close to her toys and potential lovers. The mere thought of new playthings made her grin. But they were people, too. People she could enjoy.<br><br>Still, it wasn't all fun and games and sex. No, this was still a facility with a purpose: training. These people were going to be trained to accept the advances of clients and to make them more manageable. As much as some small tiny part of her wanted to help these people, a much larger more sinister part wanted to toy with them and catalog their reactions. Could she do both? In essence. She could get them to love their new lifestyle. At least, she hoped. Well, there was always time for contemplation later. Adjusting her glasses, she looked out the window to see the stunning Goliath that was to be called home. It looked wicked and dreary, but it just made her think of the old country. She didn't remember much from her childhood in Russia, but she did remember the architecture. It suited her just fine. <br><br>"You sure this is the place, ma'am?" The driver asked. Alena gave him a seductive smile as she pulled the cab fare out from between her ample cleavage and propped the door open with her opposite arm. Of course it was the right place.<br><br>"Yes, darling. It is the right place. Thank you so much for driving me out here. Enjoy the rest of your day." He blushed and accepted her money sheepishly and she wished she could try to play with him, but there wasn't time. Exiting the vehicle, she grabbed her bags out of the trunk and wheeled them towards the front door. The place was locked up tight for the moment, but as she fished out her keys and opened those shiny new doors, she felt a sense of purpose. Excitement crawled up her spine as she waved the cabby away and wheeled herself to the elevator and up to her apartment on the third floor. It was situation in one of the corners on the right side. She had a lovely view of the courtyard and the front doors so she would always know when a new patient was arriving. The room had the basics so far until the movers brought her furniture. She was probably going to be the only one on constant call at the facility, but she didn't mind. She liked the idea. Picking up her cell phone, she called the staff and let them know she was already at the institute. It wouldn't take them long to get here. She felt a thrill at the thought of seeing Alex and went on her way to take stock of the inventory. She was still a doctor, after all. </em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Records Department of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Hahvoc the Hatter</strong> on <strong>28-04-2011, 05:21:31</strong>
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				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>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Records Department of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>That Girl Analise</strong> on <strong>28-04-2011, 06:43:20</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong><br>Dominick Jacobson<br><br><strong>Age:</strong> <br>30<br><br><strong>Appearance:</strong><br>(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/6/62/AllenCooperplayedbyNim.jpg/452px-AllenCooperplayedbyNim.jpg)<br><br><strong>Specialty:</strong><br>Main: Surgery<br>Minor: Human behavioral patterns<br><br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> <br>Pansexual<br><br><strong>Gender:</strong><br>Male<br><br><strong>Ons:</strong> <br>Cute people (vice hot, sexy, beautiful), orgasm control, minor bondage, a challenge, oral (receiving, mostly, but giving as reward), toys sensory deprivation, control in general<br><br><strong>Offs:</strong><br>Scat, watersports, vore, mutilation (while he is a surgeon, he considers that a professional part of him... he's not into modification as a sexual thing... he doesn't get off while he's performing surgery), sharing without his express permission, pushovers<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong><br>Dominick is arrogant, intelligent, and has a driving need to control and be right... when it suits him. While he'll never play dumb, if he doesn't want to control something (or do something, for that matter) he won't bother. He is determined when it comes to the things he does want, and works to get them.<br><br><strong>Biography:</strong><br>Dominick Jacobson was born one of two "irish twins" (that is, two children born of the same mother by the same father in the same year by two separate pregnancies) and has always been relatively close to his "twin" Anabelle. As a child, studies came relatively easily for him, causing him to develop an arrogance that lost him many a friend through elementary and middle school, especially as he skipped two grades (never attending third or fourth grade) and still scored higher than a good majority of his classmates on test scores. Because of his lack of friends through middle school, he picked up a new tactic when he switched to a new school district just in time for High School: manipulation.<br><br>Lying and downplaying his intelligence while still getting some of the highest scores was one of his tactics, and he dropped bragging for playing the part of the innocent younger male in classes that seemed to be too hard for him, garnering attention from sweet, mousy girls and kindly males who wanted to help the poor, innocent kid who had switched grades and remained overwhelmed... only to score higher than them when it came down to it. He became sexually active at 16 (his senior year) when he used this very tactic on one of the new students, leading to a relationship with the male in which he discovered that he quite liked controlling and dominating his partners. The sudden switch in personality had quite surprised the male he was with, and the relationship soon ended, but Dominick didn't care -he found a new hobby -baiting people in with kindness, and then starting relationships in which he controlled them, made them want him, crave him, need him. His longest of such relationships was with his sister's best friend, though it was never official.<br><br><strong>Medical history or resume for character:</strong><br><br>Doctorate in Corrective Surgery (UCSD) <br>Masters in Human Behavioral Patterns (UCSD)<br>Certification for Cosmetic Surgery (UCSD)<br><br>Graduated top 20%<br>Graduated with honors<br><br><br><strong>Write a post regarding how your character joined Rosanam:</strong><br><br>The interview was going smoothly -of course it was, they always did. Dominick sat back in his chair as the interviewer once again reviewed his resume -he may have been fresh out of residency, but he did have an impressive background and a good list of people who would recommend him, should it need to go that far. The interviewer looked up at Dominick "Why do you want to work here at Rosanam?"<br><br>"Studying human behavioral patterns is a love of mine, and as I understand it, this place also needs a dedicated surgeon. Also, I heard about your... program... from a friend, and it interests me greatly. And I'm obviously qualified" he said with his usual confidence. The interviewer eyed him at that, but he said nothing more on the subject. "I see," the interviewer said simply. "Well, I can't disagree with that," the interviewer said after a long pause "And we are looking for people with your... personality, for sure. Confidence is definitely something that is needed in the position we're offering..." The interviewer trailed off. "Do you have any questions for us?"<br><br>"When do I start?"&nbsp; Dominick said simply. And so it began.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Records Department of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iniquitous</strong> on <strong>28-04-2011, 22:28:50</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l0n0jly4Xe1qzmzymo1_500.jpg)</div><div align="center">Piper Jergens<br>Female<br>19<br>Ons: Hair stroking/pulling, Spanking (bare hand, paddle, flogger, belts), Restraints, Electrical play, Choking, Scratching (nails, vampire gloves), Orgasm Denial, Forced Orgasm, Breath Control, Sensory Deprivation, Rope bondage/suspension, Masochism, Bruises, Clit Spanking, Clit pumping, Oral Sex (giving and receiving), Rough sex, Piercing, Light cutting. Hypnosis.<br><br>Offs: Anything that belongs in the toilet, Mutilation, Vore. Beyond that, if it seems iffy, pm and ask please. <br><br>Piper: She is calm and quiet so long as her environment is the way she has set it and prefers to stay away from others. The best way to calm her down is to give her a stack of books, a quiet room, and ice cream or a long, hot private shower. Due to her personality, she does not cope well in stressful/aggressive situations. If forced into them, she is immediately trying to placate and appease whoever is upset. Due to her history, she dislikes anything sexual.<br><br>Mona: She is the nymphomaniac and kleptomaniac. Anytime Piper is forced into sexual situation, Mona is the one who comes out. Calming her down usually involves her sating her desires - whatever they may be. Riling her up is easy - dominating her, rubbing against her, groping her, hair pulling, etc.<br><br>Danni: The guardian of the three, Danni is the pyromaniac. She is aggressive, can be manipulative, blunt and violent when it comes to protecting Piper/Mona. Calming her down once she is angry requires restraints/medications/solitary. Riling her up sexually is best done when she is in control and can inflict pain/humiliation on someone else. <br><br>Piper: Prefers no sexual contact/Retreats from it<br>Mona: Bisexual<br>Danni: Heterosexual<br><br>Turned over to the custody of Rosanam Sanitarium after being found mentally incompetent to stand trial for three counts of first degree arson. <br><br>Dissociative Identity Disorder, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, Pyromaniac, Kleptomaniac<br><br>--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>“Do not feel sorry for me. I do not need nor seek your pity, nor do I seek your understanding of the things I do, why I do them. You need to understand that I am not weak like Piper, in need of constant support and care. Nor am I as carefree and, hm, loving as Mona. <br><br>I do not care for you, I do not care for your help. I have taken care of Piper and Mona for nine years now, and while you sit to judge me of how I have taken care of them, I have done a good job. If you feel the need to express pity, then do so for the crap Piper endured at the hands of our mother. Not that such a word should be attributed to that bitch.<br><br>And do not sit there high and mighty judging what you do not know. Where were all of you when we were being abused? Where were you when we were locked into small closets for days on end to piss and crap ourselves, starve and sweat in the summer heat? Where were all of you when our mother would creep into whatever bed we were given to sleep in and started touching us, forcing us to do things? Where were all of you when we had to clean up our mother strung out on crank and meth? You were in your fancy homes with your perfect families. On your nice vacations in tropical locales, living the good life.<br><br>No, you know nothing of us and yet you sit there smug and self assured that you have the right to judge me for taking care of us. And now you ask Piper to tell you what has happened, seek to get her to tell you just how bad her life has been. Well, I tell you that Piper knows nothing. She couldn’t tell you more than what has been said time and time again. She doesn’t know what you are talking about and I will not allow her to know the things that happen.“<br><br>The cold, near emotionless voice playing through the ear buds stopped and the small recorder clicked off while he was still writing down notes from his appointment, forcing him to rewind and begin it again. There was no doubt that the young woman he had been called in to evaluate at the county retention center had severe mental issues, no doubt that what he had experienced was real and he couldn’t help but feel remorse that she had slipped through the cracks of the Child Protective Services. <br><br>Yet another listen of the recording before he finished, his professional opinion written into the file that would see the girl transferred into Rosanam Sanitarium by the following evening. At the very least, she would at least get treatment and care, which was the only silver lining the older doctor could find for this tragic story.<br><br><em>Accused suffers from Dissociative Identity Disorder. Unfit to stand trial for the crimes accused of.</em><br><br>The last sentence was written down and then his name signed off before the folder was closed and set onto the edge of his desk for the secretary to take care of, a sigh given as he leaned back in his chair.<br>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>“Piper Jergens, you have been charged with three counts of first degree arson and found mentally incompetent to stand trial. It is my ruling that you will be remanded to Rosanam Sanitarium for the term of thirty years with eligibility for release pending doctor approval.”<br><br>The gavel slammed down onto the wooden base with an echoing bang that sent the deputies into motion to collect the petite woman standing silent and staring in front of the bench. Whispering began at the back of the courtroom, reporters immediately beginning their jobs of relating the story to those who would read the newspapers and watch the news that evening, all of them commenting on the stiff, cold demeanor of the accused.<br><br>A nudge was given against the girl’s shoulder to get her moving, small feet pivoting briskly to allow them to lead while dark eyes stared straight ahead. No complaints, no protests of innocence, no show of remorse for the crimes committed. <br>----------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><br>It was nearing nightfall when the police transport pulled up to the front of the gothic structure that would be home from here on out, the door opened as soon as the van was stopped so that the officer could help her out into the drizzling rain that fell onto new pavement.<br><br>A glance up of those dark eyes was given, a look at the newly renovated place before a gentle tug on her thin arm brought her head snapping around. “I can walk just fine you know.” Sharp words delivered in a cold, low tone sounded while her shoulder shrugged in an attempt to dislodge his hand, shackled feet beginning the walk up the steps to the door. <br><br>“Fine then. Welcome to your new home.” The words came as the double doors opened and two white coat orderlies stepped out, the transfer made as soon as the cuffs and shackles were removed, the deputies leaving her to be lead into the building that smelled of fresh paint and bleach.<br></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Records Department of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>minerva7790</strong> on <strong>28-04-2011, 23:17:18</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Yuna Aikawa<br><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br><strong>Appearance (real pictures only. Also add any other descriptions of your character you would like):</strong><br>(http://cfile8.uf.tistory.com/image/201C7D324C833AE4BF05EA)<br><br>Born Japanese, Yuna has typical Asian brown hair and round, dark eyes. Her measurements (bust-waist-hips) are 34-24-35 inches. While she looks like an average happy-go-lucky girl on the outside, one may notice that she always wears long sleeved sweaters or gloves. Those are to hide the knife and razor scars she has inflicted there. She also has some on her upper thigh, for when her arms were too full of scars for her to find a fresh patch of skin to cut. Yuna's ears are not pierced, but her nipples and clit are. Because of her clit piercing, Yuna has to keep herself shaven down there, an unusual habit for Japanese women.<br><br><strong>Very detailed ons and offs since as a patient things can get quite extreme in an insane asylum:</strong><br>Ons: Strict restraints, breast play and breast torture, electric, whipping, degradation and objectification, animal roleplay, non-con, sensory deprivation (blindfolds and earplugs), ice, wax, light mutilation<br>Offs: Scat, gore, being forced to dominate others, orgasm denial.<br><strong>Possible actions or things that make your character either calm down or get really excited:</strong> The sight of blood excites Yuna in a strange way: Yuna will scramble to it and lick it all up, and even when it is gone, Yuna will continue licking at the spot, or pawing at the source of the blood, hungry for more. When she is like this, sometimes petting her and treating her like a kitten might help. Soothing music also helps Yuna to sleep.<br><strong>Gender:</strong> Female<br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual, but moderately bi-curious.<br><strong>Personality(s):</strong> Yuna is quiet and shy on the outside. She somehow manages to maintain a semblance of normality in school and with her few friends. Yuna seldom accepts her friends' invitation to hang out after school, however. Instead, she goes straight home after class. At home, she often locks herself in her room, only leaving it at meal times, when her family forces her to eat with them at the dinner table. Yuna has an obsession with blood and pain, and she would often cut herself for fun. She isn't suicidal, just fascinated with blood.<br><strong>Diagnosis:</strong> Conduct disorder, with emphasis on self-injury; schizotypal personality disorder, neurosis.<br><strong>Biography:</strong> Yuna is the only daughter of loving parents, who do not understand what sin they have committed in order to be given such a daughter. Yuna wasn't always addicted to pain. Her early childhood was happy and free from worries. One day, however, when she was 7, she accidently cut herself on some broken glass. She was alone at home at that time, and did not know what to do. The pain made her cry at first, but when the tears subsided, she began to watch with fascination as blood dripped down her fingers. Yuna began to suck on the blood, and that was how her parents found her later, sitting on the kitchen floor with broken glass all around, sucking on her fingers. She refused to move, and her father had to carry her to the clinic, where she only removed her hand from her mouth after much persuasion. Yuna had those cuts stitched up, but she never forgot the taste of blood.<br><br>Her first experience with self-mutilation came at age 12, when she was feeling particularly depressed. For some reason, she strongly felt the need to taste the salty-metalic tang of blood. Taking her penknife, she locked herself in the bathroom. One cut led to another, and by the time her mother was banging on the bathroom door, she had five long cuts on her right arm. <br><br>Up till now, Yuna had never been an outgoing person, but when the family moved to America for her father's work, Yuna lost contact with all her old friends, and she never really bothered to make new ones. Yuna didn't mind; in fact, she prefered it this way. The only reason why she continued to go to school was because of her love for learning. As long as no one talked to her in class, she was perfectly contented. Meanwhile, her self-abuse continued. Unbeknownst to her parents, she had gotten body piercings, both for the curiousity and for the satisfaction of her hunger for pain. The nipples and clit were some of the most sensitive parts of the female anatomy, she reasoned. However, in order to show her clit piercing better, she had to keep herself shaven down there. Shaving was considered only for Japanese prostitutes, but Yuna never gave that any thought. When her mother walked in on her shaving one day, however, and noticed the piercings, she knew she knew that something was seriously wrong with her daughter. After discussing it with her husband, they all decided that some time at Rosanam Sanitarium would do her good. <br><br><br><strong>Write your post of how you were admitted to Rosanam:</strong><br><br>Yuna clutched her overnight bag timidly as she stepped through the imposing metal gates. This had to be the most depressing place she had ever seen! Yuna did not understand why her parents had wanted her to come here. But Yuna was an obedient child, for most part. Besides, where could she go, if she wanted to escape her parents' will? Yuna had no friends she could seek to hide her...<br><br>Yuna walked the distance to the main entrance, her hair and skirt fluttering in the wind. She wore a long sleeved sweater, as always, and her left hand tugged at the right sleeve nervously. She opened the door with a trembling hand. <br><br>"Good evening, how may I help you?" a slow deep voice asked from somewhere to Yuna's left. Turning slowly, Yuna saw a young man dressed all in white. Probably a doctor or a male nurse. <br><br>"Ano..." Yuna began, falling back to Japanese in her nervousness. She cleared her throat and began again. "Excuse me... I am here to register..."<br><br>"I understand. This way, miss." The man gestured to the reception counter on her left. Yuna nodded her thanks, but hesitated. She turned around to look once more at the gates of the Sanitarium. The tiny figure that was her mother was standing right outside the gate. The figure waved, then the door of the main entrance shut, and the sight of her mother was gone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Records Department of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>29-04-2011, 22:19:54</strong>
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				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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Like I can do anal but it's not an on for me.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; She tries so hard to be optimistic but that part of her is slowly dying with every day she spends in the hospital?&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; She wasn't sure what she wanted to be when she grew up, but she knew she wanted to help people somehow.&nbsp; <br><br>College made her innocence a little difficult for her.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; She'd always had a bad feeling about drinking, even though she didn't know why.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; How could she have stolen it if she had the right keys?&nbsp; She'd just gotten her own keys mixed up with someone else's somehow.&nbsp; It was even a similar make of car.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; It didn't make any sense.&nbsp; Somehow she'd ended up being grabbed by a strange man that had pulled her out of the vehicle.&nbsp; Her head was throbbing, and she was so scared, not knowing this weirdo that was carrying her off.&nbsp; She managed to catch the element of surprise, clawing at him with her sharp nails and leaving four nasty gashes over his face.&nbsp; She hadn't known that she'd passed out at the wheel and that the medical technician had been only trying to help her.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; But she heard Mr. Natchez talking with some of the orderlies later.&nbsp; They kept saying things she couldn't fully make out but didn't like.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Maybe she really was crazy.&nbsp; The whole story did sound so ridiculous when she thought back on it.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Her boots thumped ever so softly upon the cement below, as if not even noticing her entrance.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; The one thing she missed out of everything, when she stopped to think about it, was her cell phone.&nbsp; Her friends would probably wonder what was going on, why she'd lost touch.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Best to just wait a bit until they could cure her.<br><br>So much of it reminded her of summer camp.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; So why couldn't she get that terrible feeling out of her gut?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Records Department of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>That Girl Analise</strong> on <strong>05-05-2011, 07:28:04</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong><br>Anabelle Jacobson<br><br><strong>Age:</strong><br>30<br><br><strong>Appearance:</strong><br>(http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2011/114/b/3/toxic_8_by_spec_ops99-d3esvff.jpg)<br><br><strong>Very detailed ons and offs since as a patient things can get quite extreme in an insane asylum:</strong><br>On: oral(giving and receiving), bondage, sensory deprivation, exhibitionism<br>Off: scat, vore, watersports, incest (ie, do not try and pair her up with her brother), feet<br>(If you don't see it listed, go ahead... I'll either play along or ask you nicely to modify)<br><br><strong>Possible actions or things that make your character either calm down or get really excited:</strong><br>music of most kinds can work either way. A good bock as well. <br>She's a smoker, so a cigarette will calm her down a bit.<br><br><strong>Gender:</strong><br>female<br><br><strong>Sexuality:</strong><br>bisexual, leaning towards females, but happily accepts male attention<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong><br><em>You see marks made in her file:</em> Anabelle is free-spirited, and, much like her brother, stubborn. She doesn't easily submit. She occasionally has episodes in which she insists that she doesn't belong here, that it was all a mistake. Clearly delusional. Reacts well to intellectual stimulation. Suggested actions: keep her away from her brother until she is broken; likely to go into a fit.<br><br><strong>Diagnosis:</strong><br>Self-harm, episodic depression, violence. Exhibits hints of possible PTSD. Paranoia.<br><br><strong>Biography:</strong><br>Records indicate high grades in school, though not as impressive as her brother's. A difference in dress indicates a rebellion on Anabelle's part, photos from her past indicating once-dyed hair in unnatural colors, as well as past piercings. Was unemployed at time of admittance. <br><br><strong>Medical history that led to admittance:</strong><br>Upon Arrival at Rosanam, patient was observed by staff to be mentally unstable and in need of treatment. Patient was subdued and confined, to which she responded with anger, violence, and denial of any issues. Patient has been denied use of utensils other than a spork for episodes of self-harm post-admittance. It is also suggested to watch her while she is smoking; patient has exhibited no desire to burn herself, but this is a precaution. Patient remains unwilling to cooperate.<br><br><strong>Write your post of how you were admitted to Rosanam:</strong><br>Anabelle fidgeted nervously in the back seat of the cab that was taking her to Rosanam, her brother's most recent place of employment. She missed her car, she needed a cig. The bold "No Smoking" sign stared her in the face as the driver stopped at a red light just a few streets down from the long driveway that led to the grounds; she had one left, just one, and she would smoke it to calm her nerves before she went to go see her brother. <br><br>She had lost her job. Again. By no fault of hers, might she add. Sure, she'd overslept a couple of times, but she always came to work, hadn't she? And covered shifts when the need came? They were ungreatful, that's what they were. Now, Anabelle was sure she could get another job, but there was one problem: rent was due in a week, and she hadn't the money to cover it. To top that off, their parents refused to pay anymore, and she was up a creek unless she could convince her brother to help. He <em>would</em> help her, right? They were close enough that he cared that she had a place to live, right?<br><br>She sure hoped so.<br><br>She had the driver drop her off at the shopping center just down the road; it'd be a little odd to ask to be dropped off at the looney bin. the second she was out, she lit up -oh, sweet relief -and began to walk, finishing it before she got to the entrance. After talking to the secretary, she took a seat; Dominick was in Surgery at the moment, but was expected done in the next hour or so. After a few minutes, a man walked up to her. "Is there something I can help you with?" he asked her.<br><br>"Um, yes... I'm here to see my brother..." she replied.<br><br>"Brother? One of our patients?" the man asked, eyebrow raised as he seemed to look her over, appraise her.<br><br>"Hm? Oh, no. No. He's a doctor. Dominick Jacobson? I'm his sister, Anabelle," she said, slightly unnerved by his seeming appraisal.<br><br>"Oh! Yes, he's mentioned you, I think. My name's Alexander Radovich. Welcome to Rosanam. Here, there's no reason for you to wait in the lobby, come up to my office. He's expected there after surgery for a debriefing and to collect his list of duties for the day," the man, Dr. Radovich, said, a smile on his face, gesturing his arm. After a moment's hesitation, she agreed. No harm, right? once they got up to his office, he told her to have a seat, and then told her that he'd be right back, and to make herself comfortable. After a moment, she flet a sharp jab, and everything went dark.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Records Department of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Marguerite</strong> on <strong>06-05-2011, 07:04:53</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/1f/Emmanuellevaugierge9.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Doctor Simone Blackwood also known as Doc Jones<br><br><strong>Age</strong>: 34<br><br><strong>Height</strong>: 5"7 in flats, 5"9 or more in pumps or heels.<br><br><strong>Weight</strong>: 150<br><br><strong>Specialty</strong>: Psychiatry with a focus on cognitive behavior modification and human sexual behavior. <br><br><strong>Sexuality: </strong>Bisexual, leans wherever the wind blows for her to enjoy. <br><br><strong>Gender:</strong> Female but cross dresses as a male though given her hips and breasts, it is hard to strap down her breasts. However, as Doc Jones, he is more aggressive, a bit more conniving and back stabbing than the usual Simone Blackwood. Cross dressing only occurs if a therapy session requires a heavier dose than what Simone has already given. Think of it as Simone being a ten on the scale of aggressive and Doc Jones using the ten to make into a makeshift strap on to fuck a patient into some sort of sense.<br><br><strong>Ons:</strong> On and Off's (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=18132.0). Her ON's is aesthetics, those who she finds difficult and able to break into and generally seeing where her urges will take her. However, she is not fond of watersports nor of taking advantage of her. <br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> Simone is not a doctor an individual wants to fuck with even in the best way possible. Hell, she has been called a ball-busting bitch by her former colleagues and a few have said that she will die a bitter, old hag with forty cats. Simone cannot deny she has worked hard for her degrees and has sacrificed a lot for her profession. When it comes to new subjects or participants, then she is willing to get her hands together to figure out the individual no matter the cause. One can say that her curiosity and creativity to help a patient or at least find it ends up in trouble. If one tries to control her and she will likely rip a throat out with her nails. She has a tight control over emotions considering if her emotions slip out to the patients then she could easily lose her hold on a therapy group or single session. She keeps an icy exterior with individuals she does not know and if one tries to bait her, be ready to get the hook pierced into the throat of the individual. Her personality is frosty in order to keep a professionalism separate from any sexual hungers which might be lurking beneath the surface. Simone will not put her professional livelihood on the line for a quick fuck. Not her style at all. <br><br><strong>Biography:</strong> Simone does not like to give much about her biography even in her published research. All that is known is her status as a foster child given up by a AIDS ridden mother. Luckily, Simone's mother was kind enough to go on retro-virus medication and be delivered by C-section before given up to adoption. After that, Simone made sure to have her foster records sealed and buried. Considering she grew up in a rough neighborhood and has many experiences with criminals and mental deviants, she has grown a bit wary of trying to save all of her patients. Sometimes, a patients best course of action is to leave him or her to their twisted minds and let it fix itself or kill them slowly. Her methods are a bit archaic but considering the degrees and the dissertations on the modifications of sexual behavior, there is no question her methods will have its results. Whether it is tweaking and having to try new methods, Simone wants to solve the Rubik's cube of a patient's mind. She interned and helped to run lab research as an undergraduate and once she moved up into her graduate studies and fellowship, Simone grew better at finding participants and trying to find the link between sexuality and altering the mind. <br><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Medical history or resume for character:</strong> </span><br>B.A from UCLA in psychology with an emphasis in behavioral counseling. <br>Masters from NYU in human sexual behavior. <br>Ph.D in the link between genetics, environment and sexual behavior.<br>Fellowship at Brown on the reconditioning of deviant sexual behaviors<br>Published several articles and case studies on reformed sexual offenders, reconditioning sexual behavior to either accept or reject certain sexual cues and if sexual behavior whether it is linked to the mind or not can be turned off.<br>Received an offer to study and lead a few group and single therapy sessions at Rosanum Sanitarium.<br>Has plans to use her experience at the Sanitarium to publish another article, to which, she has no idea but will find out during her time in residency. <br><br><strong>Write a post regarding how your character joined Rosanam:</strong><br><br>Rosanum has sought to have a six month fellowship at the Sanitarium wherein she plans to take her results and publish it in the cognitive and human sexuality community. Of course, it did not come without any troubles considering her need for independence and not wanting a boss breathing down her back. Nonetheless, Simone has made some concessions with the good Dr. Alexander Radovich in letting him see her testing and methods along with giving him some leeway in throwing her some of the cases to look over for possible patient participation. Simone has even agreed to give him free aid in using her own methods of behavior modification to his patients, free of charge. With the offer of a free worker, who would not want a doctor on call for the sanitarium? Well, for Simone, she knows it is a way to help the establishment all the while working on her dissertation. It does not mean she will not come out to play but given her work load, the only play might end up in poking the minds of the patients or at least bringing Doc Jones out. Doc Jones is only known to Dr. Radovich but Simone can easily deny any claim should he use it as blackmail. She does not trust anyone nor does she feel anyone could be of an ally unless it is to acquire more patients during her short stay at the sanitarium. Yet, Simone will play nice for a price, of course. What price shall she pay at the Sanitarium?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Records Department of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ryven</strong> on <strong>06-05-2011, 07:05:02</strong>
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				<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.&nbsp; Prospective owner requests the subject be called Max.</em><br><strong>Age</strong>:&nbsp; <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:&nbsp; <br><strong>ON</strong>s: <em>Subject must be trained for all of the following:&nbsp; 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:&nbsp; <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>:&nbsp; <em>Must be gay</em><br><strong>Personality(s)</strong>:&nbsp; <em>Would like the subject to show loyalty, playfulness, and devotion</em><br><strong>Diagnosis</strong>:&nbsp; Canine Dysphoric Disorder<br><strong>Biography</strong>: Voluntarily admitted<br><strong>Medical history</strong> that led to admittance: &nbsp; Subject admitted willingly.&nbsp; Displayed defiant tendencies despite their obvious mental distress.&nbsp; Patient displayed violent behavior after treatment was strongly suggested.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Taylor lived in a small apartment in the city.&nbsp; He worked as a short order cook in a local diner to pay for his housing while he finished his BA.&nbsp; Mostly made good grades too.&nbsp; He was good at keeping his head down and his nose in the books.&nbsp; He didn't get out much because most of his time was taken up by class and work.&nbsp; There weren't many friends in his social life because of that.&nbsp; He seemed like a pretty average guy, kept his nose clean, and every other day he would take a jog.&nbsp; This particular night, however, he worked later than usual.&nbsp; One of his coworkers had called out due to some sort of stomach flu.&nbsp; He was able to fill in for him.&nbsp; It ate into his usual exercise time when he would jog through the park during the day.&nbsp; He figured it wouldn't make that much of a difference if he went a few hours later.&nbsp; Unfortunately, the sun had begun to dip down on the horizon when he was halfway through the semi-densely wooded park.&nbsp; Whoever had been following him chose that time to strike.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; He awoke in darkness as foreign hands grabbed him.&nbsp; What he assumed was duct tape covered his mouth.&nbsp; His arms and legs had been bound loosely with rope which bit into his wrists.&nbsp; Taylor tried to make noise, ask questions that went unanswered.&nbsp; Whoever these guys were, they paid no attention to him, treating him mostly like a package in a standard delivery.&nbsp; It must have been late...or early.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; They dragged him through a dimly lit hall in what must have been the underground section of whatever that place was.&nbsp; He could recall hearing noises though he couldn't quite make out what exactly it was.&nbsp; They sounded human though not intelligible.&nbsp; By this time, Taylor had tried wiggling and tossing around.&nbsp; The two men just carried on.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; The two nameless kidnappers stood outside the small room for a moment, wiping their hands and conversing.&nbsp; Taylor overheard certain phrases they said.&nbsp; "You think he'll do?"&nbsp; or "Doctors can finally get off our asses now."&nbsp; He was too confused to understand.&nbsp; He wanted answers, and he wanted out of there.&nbsp; The door was locked and bolted after that, and Taylor was left bound and silenced for the night.&nbsp; 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><br>Edit: Changed character picture.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Records Department of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Frelance</strong> on <strong>06-05-2011, 07:30:00</strong>
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				Name: Dureke Sokolov <br>Age: 30<br>Appearance (real pictures only. Also add any other descriptions of your character you would like):<br>(http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5055/5542044808_0dcf6e7921.jpg)<br><br>This is a list of tattoos and where they are on his body.<br>He also has an eye tattooed on the back of his neck.<br>&nbsp;<br><br>This is on the inside of his left wrist.<br>http://s1215.photobucket.com/albums/cc516/Frelance1/?action=view&amp;current=LoveHatesHell.png (http://s1215.photobucket.com/albums/cc516/Frelance1/?action=view&amp;current=LoveHatesHell.png) <br><br>Left pec.<br>Pain is chains of the unbroken mind. <br>My touch is the key to the mind, <br>be it soft and caring or harsh and painful.<br><br>The rest of these quotes are scattered over his just starting from just below his collar bone.<br><br>A lot of what passes for depression these days is nothing more than a body saying that it needs work.&nbsp; ~Geoffrey Norman <br><br>Men will always be mad, and those who think they can cure them are the maddest of all.&nbsp; ~Voltaire <br><br>Behavioral psychology is the science of pulling habits out of rats.&nbsp; ~Douglas Busch <br><br>Psychoanalysis is confession without absolution.&nbsp; ~G.K. Chesterton <br><br>But my dear man, reality is only a Rorschach ink-blot, you know.&nbsp; ~Alan Watts <br><br>People who do not understand themselves have a craving for understanding.&nbsp; ~Wilhelm Stekel <br><br>I will teach you as My slave to be a beautiful swan -&nbsp; J. Yednak<br><br>The path to slavery is so narrow that two cannot walk upon it at the same time, hence why the slave must crawl behind. <br><br><strong>Specialty:</strong><br>Major: Abnormal Psychology <br>Miner: Behavioral psychology<br><br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br><strong>Gender:</strong> Male<br><br><strong>Ons &amp; offs:</strong><br>http://rh.greydawn.net/browse.php?c=Nezumi_Mouse (http://rh.greydawn.net/browse.php?c=Nezumi_Mouse) <br><br><br><strong>Personality:</strong><br>&nbsp;Dureke is a leader by heart but his sadistic tendencies which have been carefully nurtured from a young age to make him into the man he is today. That mixed with his fascination with the human mind made him an almost perfect fit for the jobs he now performs. He finds it easy to distance himself from those that he interacts and if needed see them as no more than an animal. One the flip side he can be very carrying if he sees that it is in his best interest or he generally enjoys someones company.<br><br><strong>Biography:</strong><br>This is information about the Octomber Kids: http://www.realussr.com/ussr/the-patriotic-education-in-ussr-part-2-pioneers-soviet-boy-scouts/ (http://www.realussr.com/ussr/the-patriotic-education-in-ussr-part-2-pioneers-soviet-boy-scouts/)<br><br>Born November 7th, 1981 in Stalingrad. Both Dureke's parents were officers in the NKVD (KGB) so even from his earliest years he was brought up in an home where security was always paramount. This would shape the wait he would view those around him. In his early years he did his best to fit in with the other October Kids in his group. But as he started to attend school he noticed quite quickly how the pioneer teams controlled the younger October Kids like himself. <br><br>It was not long until he had learned from the older youth in the pioneer teams and began to challenge their authority by leading his group of October Kids and winning their respect over the older youth. This caught the eye of many people not to mention his parents. So as soon as he was ten and had swore to uphold the pioneer law he was given named captain of his pioneer team. <br><br>Unfortunately after only a few short months his parents were forced into hiding to save themselves from the people who were out for their heads. Even though this was hell for his parents but for Dureke it was the time he needed. They were hiding out in a building that they hid out in was a library so as the weeks went on Dureke found books on psychology. He found that he was going through the books faster than any he had ever gone through before. When his parents found out what he was doing they fed his thirst and became a sounding board for his understanding of things he learned.<br><br>When it was safe for them to leave Dureke had been leaving the house daily since no one knew what he looked like. It was because of what he had learned that when he was out getting food or other things that they needed he was able to find the best people to&nbsp; trade with so he could take advantage of their weaknesses. This caught the eye of some of the more shady characters in that section of the city. <br><br>He used the attention to secure employment for him parents in the ranks of one of the gangs in the area. Their background in the NKVD made them a valuable resource and so raised their status in what for them was a new world.<br><br>Dureke kept up his studies but as time went on he would spend more and more time with his patents as they interrogated enemies and not much later around his fifteenth birthday he was introduced to the act of sex slavery. Since that time he has been working for people all over Russia and eastern Europe who needed someone trained or broken.<br><br>When he turned twenty he left Russia after being offered a job by an American. He spent the next ten years training slaves and slowly studying for his degree in psychology.<br><br><br><strong>Medical history or resume for character: </strong><br>-References from a few of the most influential clients of the Rosanam located in Europe and Asia. Then one from the USA.<br>-A degree from Tulane University<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Major: Abnormal psychology<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; Miner: Behavioral psychology<br>-One reference from an important client located in the USA.<br>-Names of others that have seen his work but never had him work for them.<br><br><strong>Write a post regarding how your character joined Rosanam:</strong><br><br>“I will let them know, Goodbye.” He hit the button on the steering wheel as he pulled up to the front gates of Rosanam. He rolled down his window and held out his ID for the guard. “I am here for an interview.” The guard looked over his ID then checked it with his list before handing it back. “Just a moment and I will open the gate for you.” Dureke nodded and rolled up the window as the guard walked away from him. When the gate was opened he drove up the drive and parked near the door.<br><br>He picked up the file folder from the passenger seat and flipped through the sheets of paper once just to make sure everything was still there. When he was sure that nothing had fallen out he stepped out of the car and walked into Rosanam after locking the vehicle. He walked inside and glanced round as he made his way across the lobby and stood a respectable distance behind the couple that were talking with the receptionist.<br><br>“Mr. Sokolov?” Dureke looked towards the voice and nodded as he made his way over to the man standing by an open office door. “Yes, are you John?” The man nodded and motioned for him to enter the office. Once inside John closed the door and sat down behind his desk. “Have a seat and we can get started.” Dureke sat down as he placed the folder on the table for the man to look through. He started flipping a coin between his fingers as he watched John with mild interest. <br><br>The interview went on just like any other but as it got close to the end John looked through his references and asked. “Why do you want to work here?” Dureke had been waiting for the question. He slipped the coin back into his pocket as he used the moment to collect his thoughts before speaking. “I believe that my skills would be well suited for the work done here at your facility and it will give me the environment that I need to continue reshaping these individuals but at the same time I hope to help them with the problems they are faced with. I have been looking for a place like Rosanam for some time now so when I was told of your unique program I decided that I would apply.” John watched him for a moment then slid everything back into the file folder as he stood up. “Follow me then and I will show you around the facility.” Dureke stood and walked out of the office with him. After he had been shown about half the facility he asked. “Some of my former employers requested that I ask when they can expect the first batch of product to be ready?”<br><br><br>This is the coin that he has on him almost all the time.<br>http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5294/5403506533_60b39e1d79_o.jpg (http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5294/5403506533_60b39e1d79_o.jpg)<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Records Department of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>darkangel76</strong> on <strong>06-05-2011, 21:45:51</strong>
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				<strong><span class="bbc_u">PATIENT:</span></strong><br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Stella Havers<br><br><strong>Age:</strong> 22<br><br><strong>Appearance (real pictures only. Also add any other descriptions of your character you would like):</strong><br>(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v128/indigochild76/kate1.jpg) (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v128/indigochild76/kate2.jpg)<br>Stella has long dark hair, blue eyes and pale skin. She stands at around 5'4" and has a slim/medium build with B-cup sized breasts. On her wrists and forearms are several thin scars, which are a result from cutting. Often times she'll also have bruises since when a razor or some other cutting device isn't within reach, she'll resort to wrist banging.<br><br><strong>Very detailed ons and offs since as a patient things can get quite extreme in an insane asylum:</strong><br><span class="bbc_u">Ons</span> -- Being cut (makes her feel both at ease as well as stimulated), minor blood play, knife play, breast/nipple play, forced masturbation, mild exhibitionism, being bitten and scratched, being marked, hair pulling, being made to squirt (Something only a rare few have ever accomplished with her), a strong male who can take care of her, whispered words of dominance as well as reassurance.<br><span class="bbc_u">Offs</span> -- Toilet play, extreme gore/vore, rape (This is a touchy one. If it's discussed and details hashed out accordingly AND it's important to the plot, it will be considered. However, consideration does not mean it's an automatic 'go'. Coercion is probably a better option all around here.), bestiality, forced homosexuality, multiple partnering (My character will only be with one male doctor, whoever that may be. She will not submit to more than one man and she will not change orientation. Interactions with other doctors, regardless of gender, is fine so long as they aren't sexual.), anything overly squicky or over-the-top (If you aren't sure, ask me.).<br><br><strong>Possible actions or things that make your character either calm down or get really excited:</strong><br><span class="bbc_u">Things that calm</span> -- soothing whispered words, hair being brushed/stroked, cuddling and caressing.<br><span class="bbc_u">Things that excite</span> -- being erotically cut, the smell/taste of blood, being told to masturbate/touch herself (though she'll resist before giving in), being watched, being bitten, finding that one she can fully trust and fully submit to.<br><br><strong>Gender:</strong> Female<br><br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Straight<br><br><strong>Personality(s):</strong> She's quiet and withdrawn, a natural submissive. It takes a lot to get her to smile and she has a fairly bad opinion of herself both in personality as well as her looks. Despite being so introverted, she does have a streak of exhibitionism about her. She's also very emotional. Her emotions and her inability to control them are what caused her to begin her journey down the path of self-injury.<br><br><strong>Diagnosis:</strong> Self-injurer<br><br><strong>Biography:</strong> Born to Richard and Lily Havers, she was their one and only child. She was a miracle, so they claimed, since her parents had had difficulties getting pregnant and she was the result of a 5th IVF attempt. Later on in life, she learned that she'd had a twin sister, Elena, who died at birth. Learning about this caused her to have an emotional lash out at her parents. Disturbed by her behavior, they came down hard on her as a result. Sadly, this only caused a spiral of negative events to occur. She slowly started having a harder time letting things go and keeping her emotions in check. She began to get depressed and think poorly of herself. Then, one day on accident, she cut herself while trying to cut up an apple for herself. It was after that accident that she found solace in cutting.<br><br><strong>Medical history that led to admittance:</strong> She is of sound mind and totally healthy. However, her depression brought on by the betrayal she felt from her parents led her down the path of self-injury. Her primary form of injury had always been cutting, but she's been known to bang her wrists as well.<br><br><strong>Write your post of how you were admitted to Rosanam:</strong><br>Stella sat in her bedroom, the lights dimmed and the curtains drawn. She'd had it with her parents. They just demanded too much of her now. Ever since she learned about Elena… Couldn't they see that their actions were slowly killing her? Didn't they care? Letting out a sigh, she stood up and walked over to the mirror hanging above her dresser. She stared hard at her reflection, her pale eyes glazed as a numbness tried to take over and supress the onslaught of emotions that were making her hands shake almost uncontrollably.<br><br>Without another thought, Stella opened up the top drawer of her dresser. Inside she had a case of clean razors. Licking her lips, she grabbed one almost furiously out of its case. She held it up and stared at it for a moment, almost scrutinizing how sharp its edge was. Resting her arm on the dresser top, she looked at it through the reflection in the mirror. Her eyes fixed, she brought the razor up and rested it against the skin of her forearm. Gently, she pressed down. The sting was euphoric and almost instantly she let out a sigh. The crimson liquid pooled ever so slightly as she cut a thin ribbon along her milky white flesh.<br><br>Stella closed her eyes just then and allowed her body to feel the beauty of the moment, the release. As she did so, she pressed harder. Harder and harder. The cut getting deeper as she pushed against the blade.<br><br>"Oh god…" Stella whispered.<br><br>Suddenly, Stella's door flung open. "What are you doing? What the…?" Her parents had entered her room, unannounced, unwelcome. Their eyes were wide and their expressions disgusted. Her mother instantly began to cry while her father seemed utterly speechless for once.<br><br>Stella looked away from the mirror and at her arm. She'd cut it deeply and the blood was flowing quite profusely from the wound she'd given herself. Suddenly, she felt herself get lightheaded. She was losing blood fast. Too fast.<br><br>"I…" Stella stammered.<br><br>"You need help. Professional help," Richard whispered.<br><br>"Rosanam," Lily mumbled. "I've heard it's highly recommended for people with such…" The woman's voice trailed as she choked on a sob. "Such problems."<br><br>Stella just blinked several times, the world around her slowly beginning to spin. Trying to focus, her parents' voices started to become muffled, difficult to understand. Rosanam? Just then, her eyes widened as she realized that the place was an asylum. Opening her mouth, wanting to protest, she fell to the floor in unconsciousness.<br><br>When Stella finally opened her eyes, she had no idea how much time had elapsed. But what she did know was that she was no longer in her home, no longer in her room. Her parents had done it. They'd brought her to Rosanam. Trying to gain her bearings, she then wondered if she'd ever get out, if she'd ever have the life she hoped to one day live.<br><br><br>OOC EDIT: I just wanted to let people know that outside of E and my other RPs, I do have a family and I help run Blue Moon Roleplaying. So, as such, sometimes my life can get hectic and take me away. I just wanted people to be aware of that up front since I don't ever want to hold people up on posts and the like.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Records Department of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Lunarius</strong> on <strong>11-05-2011, 08:01:37</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong>&nbsp;Sarah Thompson<br><br><strong>Age:</strong>&nbsp;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&nbsp;-- 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&nbsp;--</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&nbsp;--</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&nbsp;-- </strong>Wax on her Nipples and inner thighs, light whippings, humiliation, anytime someone sexy walks into the room really.....<br><br><strong>Gender:</strong>&nbsp;Female<br><br><strong>Sexuality</strong>:&nbsp;Bi-Sexual<br><br><strong>Personality(s):</strong>&nbsp;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.&nbsp; Following suit Sarah rose and&nbsp; 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. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Records Department of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AndyZ</strong> on <strong>23-05-2011, 06:28:49</strong>
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				Name:&nbsp; Rebecca Stephenson<br>Age:&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;31<br>Appearance (real pictures only. Also add any other descriptions of your character you would like):<br><div class="floatright">(http://img21.imageshack.us/img21/1057/beccad.jpg)</div>Specialty: Psychoanalysis, specializes in individual treatment<br>Sexuality: Bisexual but prefers females.<br>Gender: Female<br>Ons: (for your character as well as for you) http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=102977.0 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=102977.0)<br>Offs:<br>Personality: Cold, calculating and meticulously logical.&nbsp; She prefers to deal with people one at a time, focusing her attention until she has them fully figured out.&nbsp; Her actual demeanor, however, can shift and sway like the wind to whatever is best needed for her purposes.<br><br>Biography:&nbsp; They say that the brain is one of the final frontiers, something to be explored and deeply understood in order to let her fully understand a person.&nbsp; Rebecca never saw things that way, never really understood the saying.&nbsp; To her, most people are rather simplistic beings guided by natures which force them along preconceived paths.&nbsp; Granted, there are those scant few minds which truly require dedication and research, but to her, the process always felt more like safecracking and less like a mystery.<br><br>Rebecca was born the only child to two doting parents who always did anything they could to please her, everything they could to please her.&nbsp; It didn't take Rebecca long to figure them out: she had to play a delicate line of being satisfied enough to let them relax and unsatisfied enough to keep them focused on her, without burning them out in the process.&nbsp; She used to have a kitten named Jinxy, but it ran away; Rebecca still sometimes despises the beast as one of the few things she could never manage to train.<br><br>She knew she wasn't the first person to see things in such light, of course.&nbsp; The few professors she'd attempted to share this theory with only thought her deluded at best, sadistic at worst.&nbsp; However, each of them had their own little secrets, things that they needed to keep their lives going down happy paths.&nbsp; There were too many things she outright ignored or disagreed with to get excellent grades in the normal way, but combinations of blackmail, coercion and sometimes using other students helped keep her GPA high enough to get a preferred status.<br><br>If psychoanalysis is like safecracking, then medication is only the tools of the trade.&nbsp; Sometimes it was best to work someone in a particular way, especially when she didn't have a lot of time or simply grew bored with the more conventional methods.<br><br>She doesn't see it that she has her own way.&nbsp; She sees it that other people are quite capable enough of doing things the normal, boring and tedious ways, and that's what orderlies are for.&nbsp; Her talents are something special and are best reserved for a place where they can be properly expressed.&nbsp; So far it seems that Rosanam will be that place.<br><br>Medical history or resume for character:<br><br>St. Victoria's University - Doctorate in Psychoanalysis and Minor in Philosophy - Graduated with honors<br>Open Hearts Medical School - Graduated with honors<br>Residency in Clemency Hospital (across the country)<br><br>Write a post regarding how your character joined Rosanam:<br><br>The soft click-click-click of heels marched their way across the concrete as Rebecca walked along up towards the building.&nbsp; "Careful with those bags, hun," she said with a sweet smile to two of the orderlies, who were heavily bogged down with some of her luggage.&nbsp; She couldn't help but be a little excited at the prospect, having a number of patients that she'd be able to work with in her own manner instead of just having to follow the usual methods.&nbsp; The co-directors had quite an interesting idea in this place; she couldn't wait to see how it would pan out.<br><br>As soon as she stepped inside, something about the feel of the place seemed to captivate her.&nbsp; She felt at home in a way she couldn't explain, as if something about her senses instantly realized that this place would be filled with people who could actually use her assistance.&nbsp; She briefly found herself wondering whether this was what love at first sight felt like, but the question was academic.&nbsp; "The elevator is this way, Dr. Stephenson," the orderly mentioned, but she gave him a soft smile of assurance.<br><br>"Yes, I know.&nbsp; I'm going to take a bit of a walk around the grounds.&nbsp; Would you mind terribly setting up my computer?"&nbsp; A tiny burst of white teeth slipped from between pink rose petal lips.&nbsp; "I won't be long, and I have your cell phone number just in case I get lost."&nbsp; She missed the ruby lipstick she usually wore, but with at least one of these patients, the change would be necessary.<br><br>The orderly paused, wanting to argue or come up with some reason not to agree, but she'd already thought of everything.&nbsp; He simply ended up nodding, "Very well," and turned down the hallway.<br><br>She'd seen maps of the place, of course, and she was easily able to find her way around.&nbsp; A simple brown box with a room name, however, did little to display the majesty of polished equipment, or several lined up tables of the dining room, or so many other things that she wanted to see in person.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Records Department of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>08-06-2011, 20:02:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/Wiebke.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Wiebke Koch<br><br><strong>Age:</strong> 35<br><br><strong>Specialty:</strong> Behavior modification through pleasure stimulus, including, but not limited to, intense orgasm denial/forcing supplemented with anesthetics and aphrodisiacs. Can also serve as a preliminary counselor to determine methods of treatment or correction, utilizing light therapy.<br><br><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Bisexual. Has no preference whether subjects are male or female.<br><br><strong>Gender:</strong> Female<br><br><strong>Ons:</strong> See Ons and Offs in Signature.<br><br><strong>Offs:</strong> See Offs in Signature<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong> Doctor Wiebke Koch is a cheery blond woman. Those who aren't aware of her thorough and prestigious academics may almost say she is ditzy, due to the fact her demeanor is almost one of ignorance. Wiebke is always happy when she works, always smiling, always humming, regardless of the task at hand. This also gives her an advantage with troublesome patients; they may think she is unfocused or disorganized, but behind that bright, cheerful exterior, she is <em>very</em> focused and committed. Her profession isn't just a job to her, it's her life, one that she can play with and have fun.<br><br>Everything else about her is prim and proper. She always wears her blond hair up and out of her eyes. Her uniform usually consists of skirts, blouses, and blazers, and she is never seen without her thick, black rimmed glasses. Her English is fluent, though with a rich German accent, and she often slips out a word or phrase in her native language. While her love life is a bit of a mystery, her strict rule is no romance with patients: only her duty.<br><br><strong>Biography:</strong> Wiebke started out as your typical medical student. As a child, she loved the preliminary lessons in school about anatomy and the human body, eager to perform dissection on frogs and toads. This cultured her interest for more intense classes in her later youth, and after that it was off to college. While she engaged in some of the typical college life parties and gatherings, she put most of her work into the academics. It took five years to earn her first degree in medicine, with another three to get her MD, then another five to finish her research and earn her PhD. Then it was off to put her skills to use.<br><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Resume</strong></span><br>BA from the University of Frankfurt<br>Minor in Behavioral Psychology<br>MD from the University of Heidelberg<br>PhD from the University of Munich<br>(PhD thesis: Effects of behavior when exposed to extreme sexual duress)<br><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Sample Post</strong></span><br>Wiebke parked her silver BMW in the Rosanam's guest lot, wearing a smart black suit with high heels. She stepped out of the vehicle, a slim briefcase in tow, then locked her car with a chirp of her keyring. With a smile on her face and an energetic wag in her strut, she clicked off to the administration building to meet Dr. Radovich for her interview, full of confidence.<br><br>It was only a short wait in the secretary's office, and soon, the good doctor called her in to her office. Wiebke sat down opposite of him at his desk, crossing her smooth legs over one another. "<em>Guten Tag, Herr Doctor</em>," she greeted with a handshake. "It is a pleasure to meet you in person. I have heard many things about Rosanum, and I would like very much to work for you."<br><br>To say that was an understatement, especially at what they discussed next. Wiebke could only become happier and happier as the interview progressed, and felt her grip on the position solidifying. This place truly had everything she wished for. Her practice was limited to small, private firms in Europe, but the Rosanum offered a place where she could freely work to her hearts content; to utilize the knowledge she gained in school. There were patients that needed helping, and her methods seemed just the thing for the job.<br><br>The next thing she knew, the job was hers, and she was shaking hands with Dr. Radovich with the biggest smile on her face yet. "<em>Danke, Herr Doctor!</em> I assure you you won't be disappointed!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Records Department of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MarcothTalos</strong> on <strong>30-06-2011, 07:50:47</strong>
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				Name: Akribos McGoven<br>Age: 34<br>Appearance: <br>(http://www.seat42f.com/images/stories/tvshows/PrisonBreak/dominic-purcell-prison-break.jpg)<br><br><br>Akribos stands a sizable 6'8" and might not have looked the most toned man, but he is rather heavy in his stocky frame. Having a scar across his right ribs from a patient two years prior who broke through the restraints and slashed his torso open with a scalpel. Akribos, commonly referred to as Akri by those who know him, disarmed the patient and then had them put into solitary. Akribos was never charged since no connection was made, but the patient was found crying and bleeding from wounds to her face and undetermined sexual abuse. Akribos was on leave from work for the stitches the entire time although he keeps it hidden keeping his own souvenirs to himself.&nbsp; <br><br>Specialty:<br>Degrees from Harvard in both Cognitive and Behavioral Psychology. Graduating near the top of his class in both and also graduating at the age of 25 with his fast learning intellect. Driving forward best in the conditioning sides of both fields even if his ideas seemed rather forceful and somewhat radical. The Doctors above him had to agree that the methods produced results where many others had failed.<br><br>Sexuality: Heterosexual <br><br>Gender:Male<br><br>Ons: Dominant women, breaking dominant women, submissive women, bondage, toys, anal (giving), oral (both), vaginal (giving), rough sex, noncon, Mind fucking, facials (giving), mind games, use of drugs for restraints, group sex, public, slave training, conditioning, break wills.<br><br>Offs: Scat, a weak mind, and hospital rules.<br><br>Personality: <br>Akribos is a large man in general and obviously enjoys the part. Using his physical size to gain leverage over many patients. Breaking them down and building them back up with respect and a condition of slavery to those who are above them. <br><br>Though he was not just a brute in a lab coat, he just preferred the strong hands on approach of conditioning over the patient and calculating mind games. He was bright, but his attention was far to obsessive that he could only focus breaking into a patients mind to pull them out of their psychosis to be broken again. He loved it all, and found the human mind to be a puzzle that was far to complicated to map, but why not give it a try?&nbsp; <br><br>Biography:<br>Born and raised in South Boston as a Steel workers son, Akribos was a smart child who became a giant. Standing 6' tall at the age of 14 he grew to size and scared most of the kids in his neighborhood, though he attracted most to call him Akri, which stood for master. Most believed him when he broke the jaw of a man who called his father a drunk steel worker. The man was his teacher. After that he was shipped into a boarding school with a military background. <br><br>Akribos adapted well to it and took to being the middle man, the cadet staff sergeant who handled the hard cases. Through blunt force or sheer fear control. He bettered his mind and gained a free ride to Harvard under a Psychology scholarship and graduated well early for his Doctorate. Working in the worst of criminal asylums, he broke most of the considered insane into a somewhat sane enough to understand their crimes at least. He conditioned for hours at a time, even days if he would need to, he would not stop till progress was made, taking pots of coffee in with him and a carton of cigarettes. <br><br>Moving through the ranks he became the strongest middle management Therapist in the criminal psych wards. It wasn't long before his tactics though caught too many eyes and after he was assaulted it took another year before Akribos was sick of the constant questions of his mental health and his conditioning sessions. It was time to move on, and Akribos had found the perfect place to expand his work, Rosanam Sanitarium seemed like just that place.<br><br>Resume for character:<br>Doctorate of Behavioral Psychology<br>Doctorate of Cognitive Psychology<br>Six years in Criminal psych wards of South Boston.<br><br>Write a post regarding how your character joined Rosanam:<br>The days of getting the totally helpless into a semi conscious state long enough to understand reason, he had heard about the place. It was the location that only the truly brave would ever undergo if they chose to work in their long term section. It was Akribos' new playground as far as he was concerned. He had written a letter or two requesting the short or long term therapy, focusing on his strong conditioning program for the criminally insane, and the countless hours he dedicated to his craft. <br><br>Once the approval letter came back for him to be interviewed he smiled from ear to ear and walked over to counter top where he had dropped his mail in his small one bedroom apartment. He might have been a large man, but he lived light and saved most everything he made. The trip to the Rosanam Sanitarium was long but he would make it in a few hours. He grabbed some sleep in the night as he was called in for the interview for the next morning. <br><br>Waking up slowly he hoped in the shower, shaving his head clean and his face as well. He dressed in a dark blue collar shirt and black pants and coat, no tie to speak of. He hated them, patients with any kind of salt to them would use them to strangle a doctor if he pushed the wrong buttons. Slipping on his leather shined shoes and loaded into his care enough clothes for two weeks and pulled out some cash for the drive as he left in the dark morning hours. <br><br>The drive was long and Akribos downed a pack of cigarettes as he put on his aviator sunglasses with the rising sun. Following the directions given he pulled the filed into his lap as his black Dodge challenger pulled into the parking area of the enormous structure, it looked like a damn castle. It was like some damn crazy mid evil hell hole for the church. <br><br>It truly was grim Akribos had to give them that, but it worked well he figured. Glaring at the mass of the entrance he walked through the front doors. Smirking at the odd clouds creeping over, but he left his shades on and walked in carrying the file with his left hand as he walked quickly through the area, following the directions from a orderly he walked up the stairs towards the Directors office, hoping she would be in at this hour, but who knew. <br><br>This was uncharted territory here, seeing that no doubt she would be busy, Akribos stood outside in the hallway and paced slowly, waiting for the door with the director plaque on it, the wait would be short he hoped, he was already anxious to see what rules would be removed.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Records Department of the Rosanam Sanitarium</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tarin</strong> on <strong>11-07-2011, 18:22:17</strong>
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				I got Cock! At least I think I have, not so sure at this time anymore (not to mention the state of mind). But here I apply and try my very best!<br><br><br>Name: Anton (nickname Adonis) Peleus<br>Age:29<br>Appearance:<br>(http://www.cultbeauty.co.uk/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/theo-theodoridis.jpg)<br>His right nipple is pierced, has a silver ring; one that is taped off whenever now at work, after a light accident where a patient almost ripped it out.<br>Sexuality: It has tits? Then he likes it~!<br>Gender: Male<br>Ons: Degration, dirty talk, humiliation, restraining, anal, clean rimming(receiving), breast and nipple play, nails, toys(give and receive), light-medium pain (in any way, giving), scratching (give and take), spanking, drug play, light blood play, ...and whatever else that might become fun~<br>Offs: Scat<br>Personality: <br>He seems to be a rather normal man nearing his 30th, mostly calm spoken, friendly and outgoing, charming when not at his job. When he works with a patient that changes, he becomes strikt and firm, that soft tone of voice becomming harsh if it's needed. After all, -he- knows what is best for the patient, he went through medical school and passed the exams to work with such people. It's only for the best of them! People tell him that he is volatile, but it has never been medicaly proven, specialy when working with patients.<br>Biography:<br>Born in Greece he grew up in wealth, some would call him a spoiled brat actually, the way his parents were doctors and earning a lot that he of course could make full use of. It was in that early childhood that he developed a rather snappish attitude to things not going his way. In school he was popular, who didn't want to be the rich one's friend?<br>The later years, growing up and being send to university calmed his temper a bit, it didn't help none the less that he grew into a charming young man that still got most of what he wanted, specialy the opposite sex simply flew to him. He had the choice, he picked every week another one and enjoyed the life of being young.<br>Graduading university with a diploma in Psychology and Pharmacy. Both things that were expected by his parents and things that never had been his own choice. Something patients might get to feel later on.<br>Hobbies:<br>He always had been doing sports, from childhood on. With teenage and adulthood he kept in shape, learning that a good and healthy body helped along with his natural charms. At last with his first work with violent patient he learned that his workouts surely helps as well to restrain a patient.<br>Medical history or resume for character:<br>Received a Master's Degree from the University of Athens in Psychology and Pharmacology.<br>Received his Doctorate in Psychiatry from Aristotle University of Thessaloniki<br>Write a post regarding how your character joined Rosanam:<br>He is always eager to broaden his horizon and heard of Rosanam and since it's his duty to help those that can't help themself anymore and seeing it as a logical next step in furthering his education and work experience he applied there.<br><br><br>He looked over that looming building a leather jacket over his t-shirt in grey colour that hinted at the muscles below. A pair of dark slacks, shiny shoes completed the semi profesional look he had. The light breeze played with his long hair that reached just to his shoulderbades, while brown eyes scanned over the facility. It was certainly larger than the last one, a fact that brought a smile to his lips. Yes, this was the next great step. Calm and collected he strode forward, the gravel sounding, crunshing below his heels, the tall man of 1,93m approaching along the small path. The sky overheads only added to the strange athmosphere and he had to chuckle to himself, shaking his head as he thought that this place certainly reminded him about a horror movie or two. Surely in this facility there wouldn't be as much blood or zombies tho. <br>The leather satchel lightly bobbing against his leg, containing all the copies needed for this interview that he had. They had a spot free, so why not try? There was nothing bad in his records, actually all places he had worked on before gave him best grades and revisions (The right word? Kinda writing this as I am falling asleep). He was sure that whatever he might be lacking in education he might make due with his charm and that coy lil smile of his. He knew the director was female, of course that trademark smile of his would work!<br>Up the stairs, fingers allready tracing along the hard wooden railing that lead him to the office...allready taking note of the halls, the people he passed...all of them were greeted with a wide smile and a nod...heading towards that one door with the plate besides it: 'Director'. His long fingers curled into a fist...raised and knocked. 'Here goes nothing' he thought and brought up that killer smile of his that helped him so far through his live.
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