Post by oliver marcus wright on Sept 4, 2010 5:40:34 GMT -5
welcome to blue river institution ,
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[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]allow me to introduce myself. i am oliver marcus wright and i am eighteen. last time i checked, i was male. seeing that i'm here, there must be something wrong with me, right? well, my disorder(s) is/are/include: obsessive-compulsive personality disorder, homophobia, and adjustment disorder. i know, i'm seriously fucked up, aren't i? well with proper treatment, i will get better, right? anyway, i am five feet, eleven inches tall and weigh around one hundred fifty-five pounds. some people say i resemble colton haynes, but i just don't see it. anymore, more about me, right?
basic information ,
[/font][/i][/i] clean, neatly maintained short brown hair, fresh clothes, toned body, blue eyes
name oliver marcus wright
nicknameollie
general appearance
sexuality[/i] homosexual
birthday july twenty-fourth
distinguishing features[/i] scar on the right side of his chest, just above his lungs
likes[/i] silence, being alone, work, rules, coffee, tradition, praise, secrets
dislikes[/i] annoyances, mornings, rebels, pranks, liars, weakness
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personality ,
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patient's mental disorders / disabilities
comprehensive personality / behavior[/i] one of the most noticeable things about him is that he's always trying to be perfect, an impossible task. he never accepts help from the faculty, doesn't want to talk to the psychiatrists or even take medicine from the nurses. it's also the reason he stayed far away from all those 'bad things' in high school, didn't take drugs, stayed away from the wrong crowds, and never got a single tattoo or piercing. a straight edge, if there ever was one. didn't even tell anyone he was gay until after his mother died, and he still hadn't even been able to bring himself to just dating another guy. if he does get intimate with anyone, he'd be prone to having a panic attack since in his mind, he can't help but think homosexuality is wrong even though he's a homosexual. his mother having recently died from an illness that he may inherent, he has been having trouble making any long term plans, or getting close to anyone. knowing that he may die years earlier than he should has had a rather large affect on him.
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background information ,
[/center][/font][/i][/i] teresa wright, mother, descesed. david wright, father, alive
family member names
comprehensive history[/i] with his great grandfather, grandmother, and father all being somehow involved in law enforcement, oliver was always expected to follow the family tradition. ever since he was young, he was practically brainwashed into believing that he would become a cop, and he stuck to it. though that alone wouldn't have been enough to create the straight edge that he turned out to be. it was actually his mother wanting him to be a 'good kid' that affected him so much more, since he had known that she was dying from huntington's disease even when he was young. and he couldn't disappoint his mother, doing such a thing was completely out of the question.
wanting to be the perfect child for his mother, he never acted up in school, never even tried drugs. it was then his obsessive-compulsive personality disorder manifested, made him feel like he had to be perfect and in control of everything. his mother was too sick to notice there was anything wrong and his father was too busy taking care of her, and there was no way he'd say anything. he didn't even think there was anything wrong with him. teresa had turned to god in order to deal with her disease, an extremely devout christian, believed the word of the bible was law. that was why oliver didn't tell her or anyone else that he didn't like girls after he hit adolescence, that his eyes roamed to places they shouldn't have in the dressing rooms.
even he thought it wrong, one of the first times he even thought there was anything wrong with him. though he couldn't tell anyone- had to be perfect, had to be perfect. oliver wasn't the best actor around by far, but with his parents distracted by his mother's illness, it wasn't very hard. and the worse she got over the years, the more he could have gotten away with. in high school, he could have been like all the other students, could have went out to parties, could have had fun. but he didn't. if anything, he tried even harder to be perfect, wanting teresa to at least think that she had been a good mother. only a few months after he graduated high school, when he was about to start college she had lost her sense of balance yet again, though that time it was different. that time she fell down and hit her head.
the death of his mother, the most important person in his life was more than enough to set of a psychotic break. and his father was no longer distracted by a dying wife to not notice, even tried to help his troubled son. though it was a lost cause, oliver only seemed to get worse as he realized that he could very well die in the same way his mother had. there was a chance he had inherited huntington's disease. it caused him to become distant, he was trying to break off all ties as if he was going to die in just one year instead of twenty or so. even without the adjustment disorder, he probably would have been too much for devin to handle, especially since the man was grieving over his wife's death. so he sent his son away to an asylum, one that was recommended by his doctor, blue river institution.
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behind the mask ,
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hi my name is rabble and i am seventeen years old. last time i checked, i'm a female. i've been rping for a little over a year and i love it. i found this site at caution 2.0 and i must say, it's awesome! so anyway, i live in eastern time and i will be on at least once a day. i currently have this shiny new character and no others. you can contact me through pm or by aim. i promise you i have read the rules and i will be a dedicated member to the site!A surprised expression came over the cop's features when he was pulled down, gasping and eyes widening a bit when he felt the hand wrap around his neck. The guy was partially cutting off his airway, who wouldn't be shocked by that? Right when he was about to pull away, he was released. Oliver coughed a couple times due to the irritation in his throat, a fist brought up to cover his mouth. "God damn," he mumbled soon as he finished coughing, glaring at the other while his neck was checked. He was sorely tempted to smack the other's hand away, but decided against it since he used to be a doctor, then again he was a serial killer now.
"Humph," he huffed while the other started lecturing about how waking him up was dangerous. "I'm fine," it seemed like that was his favorite phase, or at least it was one that he used a lot, even before Adler came around. Although he still rubbed the part of his neck that had been grabbed, it felt a little sore even though it hadn't been bruised. When the guy started speaking again, a confused look came across his face, what was with that tone and what about clothes? "Eh?" Oliver ignored the pat on his shoulder as he looked over the smaller one and then himself as he tried figuring out what was going on. Realizing that he only had a towel on, embarrassment and annoyance filtered into his expression. "Oh, very funny," he used a sarcastic tone, rolled his eyes, and started walking away, towards his bedroom since he wanted to fix his lack of clothing.
"Oh yeah," Oliver stopped mid-step and turned back to face the killer, recalling why he woke Adler up in the first place. "We're going to the station today, get ready," he told the other that they'd be going there soon as he was well again, but he still wanted to give a reminder just in case. "We can stop at McDonalds on the way to the there," while he was speaking, he turned around again and went into his room, shutting the door behind him. A few more coughs, ones that he had been holding in since he hadn't wanted to look any more pathetic in front of the other man. The blond moved around the room, throwing the towel in the hamper and getting dressed.
His uniform was clean and neat, looking like he took as good care of it as he did the rest of his possessions. It only took him a few minutes to finish getting dressed, belt carrying everything except his gun and badge, which were in the safe box in the closet. Oliver would then leave his room to retrieve those two missing items, looking around for Adler as he went through the living room and kitchen. "Hey, you ready to go?" He called out as he opened the closet door, crouching down to put in the number sequence that only he knew into the box. Once he had his gun and badge, he would put those on his belt as well before continuing his search for the German.
