Post by isabella rose xavier on Sept 7, 2010 1:22:03 GMT -5
welcome to blue river institution ,
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[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]allow me to introduce myself. i am isabella rose xavier and i am seventeen. last time i checked, i was female. seeing that i'm here, there must be something wrong with me, right? well, my disorder is: phychosis. i know, i'm seriously fucked up, aren't i? well with proper treatment, i will get better, right? anyway, i am five feet four inches tall and weigh around one hundred and sixty. some people say i resemble hayley williams, but i just don't see it. anymore, more about me, right?
basic information ,
[/font][/i][/i] isabella is on the short side only standing at 5 feet 4 inches. but she does stand out amongst a crowd. flaming red hair, and a style thats just as insane she can be picked out by a person who probably doesn't even know her name. her clothes are usually comfy and on the stylish side but she sticks to the darker colors rarely going into brighter colors. except on occasion she can be found wearing brighter happier colors. it all depends on her mood. make up is normally natural or done in some weird style that matches her outfit style and color wise.
name isabella rose xavier
nicknameisa, bella, rosie, bloody valentine
general appearance
sexuality[/i] straight
birthday october 31st
distinguishing features[/i] scars on wrist, scar around neck, scars on her legs, tattoo of a black and red rose on her shoulderblade
likes[/i] music, guys, sharp objects, animals, dancing, singing, drawing
dislikes[/i] the hospital staff, solitary confinement, being forced to do anything, being deprived of music, being interupted
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personality ,
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patient's mental disorders / disabilities
comprehensive personality / behaviour[/i] isabella is one gigantic bag of surprises as well as moods. you never know what to expect from her which is what makes her a bit more hard to handle then most patients with a case like hers. sarcastic, joking, shy, and quiet, and/or happy it doesn't matter she bounces around between moods from day to day. many thing she has a case of bi-polarity but its just how she is. She has a temper on her which is what also puts her close to the border of being a serious high risk to others. isabella likes being left alone and to herself and usually during therapy sessions she won't say anything and will stare at the therapist in charge or she'll play reverse psychology.
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background information ,
[/center][/font][/i][/i] anthony xavier - father - 45 - us marine corp.
family member names
marietta janene xavier - mother - dead
comprehensive history[/i] born on october thirtyfirst in the state of texas to anthony and marietta xavier, as isabella rose xavier. isabella was a a happy baby and fairly normal. her parents lead normal lives well as close to normal as could be when her father was a military man. moving around alot was a part of isabella's child hood and she didn't mind it because she never had much to leave behind. as friends were never part of her daily life as she kept to herself in school.
when isabella was ten her father was shipped off to war and was gone for a few years before her mother died in a car accident caused by a driver not paying attention to the road. her father came home for awhile but was quickly deployed again. isabella lived with a neighbor who couldn't have children and always looked over and minded isabella when she was left alone by her parents.
at the age of thirteen that was when everything went down hill. isabella had finally found some people who became her friends. well who she thought were people. to others they didn't exist. and it was soon after they began speaking to her without being around and her suicide attempts began first it was cutting. the neighbor in who she stayed with found her when blood stained the carpet outside the bathroom door.
then it was drowning. that failed the lake she attempted it in had a fisherman on the bank who pulled her out. hanging was next on the list and by then her father came back home and spent time with his daughter who then cut herself again this was the final straw and her father began looking for help for his daughter. it was clear after five suicide attempts only months apart something was wrong and it was then he found her diary and read its entries. he had it looked at by a psychologist who recommended blue rivers asylum.
it was clear she had a bad case of psychosis which was causing the suicide attempts. and according to the diary entries. the spirits she were "seeing" were behind it. a few months before her fourteenth birthday he packed her things up and drove from their current home in tennessee up to new jersey which is where the asylum was located. he remained in contact with his daughter. he called she would either talk for a few seconds or ignore the call all together. he would write and she'd write back. only for the first few months and then she just began ignoring his calls and letters.
she has been in the ward for nearly five years now and it seems nothing is going to help her but her father keeps her there in hopes to get his old daughter back.
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behind the mask ,
[/size][/font][/url]hi my name is jackey and i am eighteen years old. last time i checked, i'm a female. i've been rping for 5+ years and i love it. i found this site through an advertisement on jordan rivers asylum (see profile for link) and i must say, it's awesome! so anyway, i live in eastern time and i will be on everyday for most of the afternoon after i wake up i currently have this shiny new character and she's all alone. you can contact me through pm or by email and verious instant messengers see my profile for them. i promise you i have read the rules and i will be a dedicated member to the site!Annette was sitting on one of the benches that was across from the large center fountain and flower bed that stood in the middle of the courtyard. She was holding a note book in her hand, it resting on her crossed legs. In a relatively good mood. Considering the fact she was caged like and animal she was holding a pencil in her right hand sketching the flowers and fountain. She found drawing calming and often done it outside on nice days if she could find something that caught her eyes she could draw.
Wearing a pair of baggy boyfriend jeans, a light blue spaghetti strap top and a black hoodie with her converse sneakers she had her hair put up in a messy bun. Her hands were hidden by fingerless gloves and she wore a black beaded choker around her neck. It was one of those snap fasten ones so there was no way she could draw it down tight and try and strangle herself. Only thing she could strangle herself with was shoelaces and she couldn't do much damage with the pencil in her hand - not that suicide was on her mind.
She was in a good mood. Had something to focus on and was calm. As long as someone didn't interrupt her for a stupid reason or get in the way of her view she would be content. As she sat there drawing she was aware that sitting on the bench next to her was a woman in a dress from the nineteenth century talking to her - not that she was going to voice that out loud.
Annette wasn't in the mood to be locked in her room for being delusional. In her opinion she was one of the more saner patients with a "psychological" problem as the doctors so kindly put it.
"Would you kindly go away - I am trying to focus here."
She mumbled to the "spirit" who apparently only she could see, once again so kindly stated by the doctors. Shaking her head as the spirit gave a huff and left she went back to her drawing. Strands of her blond hair falling into her eyes.
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