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Name of Character: Toris Laurinaitis
 
Age of Character: 19

Appearance: Toris has shoulder-length brown hair and green eyes. The Lithuanian is sometimes seen wearing his hair tied back into a ponytail, such as when he working with the patients.

Personality: He is a bit of a introvert, and winds up being easy to take advantage of by some patients. Toris is the type of person who will welcome one into his heart once he knows the person. He enjoys helping out the patients as much as he can, he just wants them to get better. 

History:
Toris grew up in a small town with his mother and father. His father was born in America, so when the man saved up money, he and Toris' mother moved there just in time before Toris' mother gave birth to the future nurse.

His mother had a tumor growing in her head, she was like a ticking time bomb. Soon, she started to lose her sanity and memory and Toris hated the feeling of not knowing a way to help his mother.

Although his father was a doctor, the man couldn't bring himself to do a surgery on his wife, if he did then she would most likely die from how large the tumor was. Toris had to learn how to do the housework and take care of his mother while his father worked full time to keep the family stable and going.

Then, his mother died when he was thirteen. After being home schooled for the next couple of years, Toris graduated at the age of sixteen and thenwent onto college, graduating in three years with a nursing degree. 

After his years of schooling and then taking care of his father, Toris finally became a nurse for the mentally unstable. He was switched from asylum to asylum until he ended up landing in the Global Asylum.  


Position: Nurse.
 
Reason for working here: Toris wants to help people who really need to be helped, so he became a nurse and was transferred to the Global Asylum. 

Name of Character: Ivan Braginski

Age of Character: 36

Appearance: A tall, lean-muscled man with empty purple eyes and a charming smile.

Personality: Ivan seems to be a rather cheerful fellow. He is articulate, well educated and appears to understand the people around him. He does his best to help those in need, and most people find him to be near irresistible and hard not to like. He also possesses a great sense of humor and throws the best parties on his block. Underneath the still waters run his dark secrets of bloodshed and violence.

History: Ivan came from an impoverished Russian family in Moscow. They did not have much but they were happy. Or so it seemed...
Ivan would walk the streets, looking for odd jobs he could do to help out his parents. When home, he enjoyed playing with candles and lighting the family hearth amidst the cockroaches and filth in his thread-bare home. When he would go outside to play, he enjoyed watching the animals and hunting them in the slums. It wasn't uncommon to see dead squirrels and stray cats near his home. His parents were too busy to notice the warning signs...

Ivan worked hard throughout his life to go to school and get an education. One area of expertise he excelled in was psychology. He got his degree with a minor in business and his parents were so proud. He opened his own practice and began giving therapy. Occasionally, a few would go missing but that was natural, considering his area of expertise was alcohol and drug addiction. He continued working and supporting his family until one day the cops came to his door.

They had a search warrant and they forced their way into his home. What they found sent Moscow reeling. Thirteen bodies were exhumed from his garden of sunflowers and even more unidentified body parts were found in a freezer within the basement.

Immediately he was sent to trial and found to be criminally insane by the Justice Department. Ivan was sentenced to spend life in a mental hospital at the Global Asylum.

Mental disorder: Antisocial Personality Disorder, Intermittent-Explosive Disorder, Violent tendencies towards women, mood swings.

Admittance: By the State.

Name of Character: Soren Mikkelsen
Age of Character: 21
Appearance:

Soren is the second tallest of his family. His flyaway blond hair has to be the most notable of his traits; he used to wear a small hat seated on his head until it got taken away, and even still his hair still remains wild and untamable. Once wetted his hair would frame his strong set jaw and his high cheekbones; first a curling strand would dry and raise in its gravity defying glory, and the rest of his hair would follow. Not much can keep his hair down. His eyes are deep cerucelain set below fair brows that rise whenever he smiles. Around others he always keeps a cheerful demeanor; his strides appear long and confident, and his eyes show his vivid emotions the most. The only times this confidence curls in on itself are when any section of skin below his neck is revealed. Below his layers of clothing, his body was well developed as a result of excessive swimming - he was strong, but now as he refuses to eat and get proper nourishment, he is starting to grow more frail with each day. With the layers of clothing one might think he is chubby. Lately, he has been forced to go down to only two layers of his choice; a thin long sleeved shirt beneath his casual maroon dress shirt with a black tie to cover his neck, and jeans. On his hands are black gloves that he seldom removes - beneath that, his skin is creamy white as a result of lack of sunshine.

Personality:
Soren is youthful and full of impulsive vigor; as long as he keeps his rotting body hidden, he never will shy away from a person. He would rather pile layers upon layers of clothing on his body than expose his body to anyone at all. Once he feels exposed, he becomes agitated and frustrated - he will lash out, and there are only a few select people who can completely calm him down. Otherwise he will calm himself down with water - his only substitute for the ocean. Once Soren is able to feel that his rotting skin is secure and well hidden, he is full of youth and humor - there are only a few times when he will actually be serious. He'd rather jump straight into a situation rather than wait around and see what happens. As a result he is very bossy and demanding, to the point of where it is hard to get along with him. Before arriving at the asylum, Soren was a heavy drinker; he sometimes drank himself to sleep when he couldn't rest. Beneath that grin, he has been prone to boughts of depression - he never has forgiven himself for his selfish attitude towards his family in the past. To make up for that, he never gets annoyed or frustrated at anything they say to him - although his patience towards Berwald is quite thin. The Danish man loves his family in ways that they will never fully come to understand. He may never forgive Berwald, but his guilt is just as large; alone Soren's smile falls, and he commonly contemplates on how he is going to manage to say sorry to Lukas.

He doesn't believe that he is in an asylum. His condition is growing worse; he believes that he is in a half state of between death and life until he can properly die. Instead of taking his own life, he is waiting for his body to fully decompose - he thinks that the other patients are regular people who are dying with him, and no attempts of convincing him otherwise will work. He doesn't want his body to rot just yet; he commonly hides his skin in order to convince himself that the process isn't going as fast as what he thinks it is. He wants to say sorry to Lukas first. Since he believes that he is in limbo, he dreads seeing Lukas - if he sees any of his family, he will assume that they have died and are waiting to pass on like he is. Seeing any of his family in the asylum will only make his condition worsen.

History:

Berwald, Soren, and Lukas were close when they came across eachother. The three were practically a gang; they pillaged, and they took over whatever they found. In their own world of children, they ruled Oslo suburbs. The three never had parents of their own - Soren had once belonged to a foster family, and even though they were kind, he ran away. Lukas was practically the mother of the group; he lead them and kept them from starvation, and Soren's violence kept them from harm. They were street rats. They felt that they were kings among their kind. To this present day Soren never learned about who his real parents were; not that he ever cared. Hell, he had Lukas. That was all that mattered when it came to family; if they ever actually were related by blood, the chances were unlikely - all five had come from all over Scandinavia. As years came to pass and come closer to when Soren reached 13, Soren found he had begun to fall for the leader of their small gang; Lukas.

Berwald fell, too.

Finnish Tino and Icelandic Emil joined their family eventually. If Berwald ever fell for Tino, Soren knew that Berwald still loved Lukas - at age 15 their competition ran strong. Once Berwald and Soren had hit their teenage years they were even more strongly competitive towards winning Lukas' affection. Soren would selfishly keep Lukas to himself; as long as his gaze was on Soren alone, there should be no problem, right? One winter morning on the day Berwald found Tino he finally won Lukas' affection; they kissed beneath a frosted pine tree, their breath created small evanescent clouds of fog in unison. Berwald never had a chance. If he grew sick of seeing Lukas and Soren cuddle, Soren never noticed; having Lukas in his arms was enough at the time. Their immature love triangle never faded until nearly a year after, when Berwald managed to turn Lukas' eyes away from Soren once Soren grew drunk on power. The days where Berwald, Tino and Lukas had moved away from Soren and Emil had to be the starting point of his condition - he blamed his rotting body for why Lukas had left him, and took out his anger on 12 year old Emil. In truth it was only because he had begun to be indifferent and cruel to the five of them; his aggression turned them away, and his frustration of losing Lukas pushed them further. The last straw of Tino, Berwald, and Lukas's patience was when Soren destroyed most of what Berwald held precious - excluding Lukas and Tino.

Both Soren and Emil had to fend for themselves when the five split up; in Soren's selfishness, Emil nearly starved before he learned to fight for himself. Eventually Soren told Emil on his theory that he wasn't human; at age 18, Soren was finally treating Emil with some warmth. On a night of missing Lukas the most, Soren substituted Lukas for Emil by putting Emil under the influence of alcohol; no amount of warmth can make up for what he took. Call it karma, but shortly after Soren nearly died of hypothermia. He dove into the ocean during winter and swam amongst ice flows, to be saved by a fisherman and rushed to a hospital afterwards. This had to be when he told Emil about his condition. He believed that he wasn't human; Soren strongly believed that he was actually one of the sea folk, and only ocean water can keep him from rotting away. Afterall, the power of the mind is strong, isn't it? He tricked himself into thinking that he could keep his body from rotting by going into the ocean. He was forced to stop when he nearly died of hypothermia; he lost his pinky finger of his left hand from this. The times of winter were most frantic and dark. He became more sick in his mind than in his body; piling layers upon layers of clothing onto his body wasn't enough to keep the image of his body rotting and wasting away out of his mind. The end winter of the Scandinavian separation was the marking point of when Soren began to drink himself to sleep; his fear and his mental condition were starting to clog every pore of his mind. He couldn't sleep without intoxicating himself and bingeing on alcohol.

At his condition's worst, the five finally fell back together. By now even dense Soren had realized how he pushed Lukas away; he never quite came to forgive Berwald, even to this present day. Lukas learned of Soren's condition within a week; it only took a small journey to the asylum to lock Soren up for life, before he had a chance to atone for what he had done in the past. The blame he feels towards Berwald is the same as the blame he feels for himself; Soren knew how he pushed Lukas away. The urgent need to tell Lukas how sorry he is has started to grow to an obsession; dreams plague his mind, and he has no ocean to remedy his skin. Soren believes that he had a heart attack and died on the way to a new house; he has no idea that he is actually living.




Mental disorder: The Cotard delusion or Cotard's syndrome or Walking Corpse Syndrome is a rare neuropsychiatric disorder in which people hold a delusional belief that they are dead (either figuratively or literally), do not exist, are putrefying, or have lost their blood or internal organs. In rare instances, it can include delusions of immortality.

In Soren's case, he believes that he has died and resides in limbo until he can pass on. He thinks that he needs to rot away first before he can pass away to Hell; most of the time he refuses to eat, especially when feeling sick. This is due to how he assumes that if he gets a stomach ache, it is because his stomach is being eaten away. If he gets a rash, he will think that his skin is rotting away - even the redness of being hit will be seen as his skin rotting away. One thing that calms him is water. The mildest stage of this was seen before he arrived at the asylum. He had disillusions that he was apart of the sea folk - which is why he thought he was rotting away when he stayed away from the ocean for a long time.



Admittance: Admitted by a family member


(I tried adding the unions/seperations in here between Scandinavian... and Denmark's childhood would be pretty much representing the viking ages... If anyone mentioned in this history wants something changed - for example, what I mentioned with Iceland - ask me and I'll change it. ^^ I left the history open so I would only be writing Denmark's side of the story; any of the other Nordics can make their own side.)

Name of Character: Emil Steilsson

Age of Character: 17

Appearance: Emil has short snowy white hair, and light purple eyes, but he’s not particularly fond of either of these features, as they make him stand out, and make him feel abnormal. He has very pale skin, but he doesn’t think it has anything to do with lack of nutrition or anything; he was born with it. He tends not to have, or has very little expression. He likes to wear things that cover most of his skin, to minimalize the chance of the fits he’d get if he were accidentally touched.

Personality: He seems emotionless most of the time, but he thinks a lot more and is more passionate than he’d like to let on. He’s not particularly keen on talking to new people, since he’s not much of a conversationalist, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like people in general. He does get lonely… He can warm up to people, eventually, as long as they refrain from touching him, or being too intrusive.

He’d prefer not to touch alcohol, but he will if Soren asks him to. He completely obeys Soren, and he allows only him to touch him. He thinks of the elder in a position higher than a king, higher than the gods.

History: When he was 9, Emil’s parents were killed. He was never told how they died; his relatives thought his young mind couldn’t take it. They began to fight on who should care for him; not because they wanted to take him in, each side wanted the other side to take him in. He tried to ask, to get answers, but he was harshly silenced every time. After a while, he decided to keep his thoughts to himself. Taking in months of the family’s bickering, he decided he was better off not here. He was better off with his parents: dead. So he ran away, stowing away in a boat to leave the country.

Just before his resolve to die reached its height, he met them. Lukas and Soren. They saw him, out in the pouring rain, at the edge of the docks. They gave him food, a shelter of sorts, they introduced him to Berwald and eventually Tino… They made him remember what it was like to belong…

That’s when his obsession began.

He became obedient, wholly obedient, to Lukas and Soren. It wasn’t blindingly obvious. He wasn’t too clingy, he still did not speak too much, and he left them be when he felt they wanted to be… alone. But if either ever called him because they needed something from him, he would put down whatever he was doing, or quietly excuse himself, and hurry to them, doing whatever they had asked him to do. Was it out of loyalty or love? Perhaps it was a mixture of the two. Perhaps it was neither. All he knew was that thoughts of the two elder boys consumed every space in his thoughts… He would do anything to please them.

Emil had felt the tension within their ‘family’ tighten in time. He hadn’t really contributed to it; he was only a spectator, and wanted nothing to do with more family problems. Sort of. Whenever Soren had a fit of anger, he usually directed it towards Emil, in the form of violence. If Soren told him not to tell, then he would not tell. And life would carry on as normal.

The strings couldn’t take the pressure, and they snapped. Tino, Berwald, and Lukas left. Emil only half knew why; he at least knew it was because they couldn’t stand Soren anymore. But… why? He… couldn’t do anything wrong… He was never wrong… Somewhere in the depths of his mind, the gears shifted, and warped the truth, and his loyalty and love became solely focused on Soren. He remained with the Dane, even when the abuse got worse. He was being beaten until he couldn’t walk, until he couldn’t breathe, until he was only inches away from death. But he never complained. Soren was never wrong, after all.

After a while, the abuse stopped. Soren began to act a lot warmer to him, and though Emil never showed it, the Icelandic boy was ecstatic. Surely… surely he was doing something right…! But he noted that the Dane sometimes fell into bouts of depression, and the younger deduced it was probably to do with Lukas. Emil wasn’t hurt by the fact his ‘love’ wasn’t completely returned by Soren; he believed that he could live without the other loving him back. He wasn’t jealous at all; in fact, he thought the two looked quite… nice together. So instead of falling into useless despair himself, he did everything he could to help the other through his depression.

He has almost no recollection of the time Soren took him. In fact, he doesn’t even remember it was Soren who did it. All he remembers is being pinned down, weakly struggling as he was being touched in places he didn’t find comfortable, the unbearable, dizzying heat, and his own screams as an excruciating pain filled him. Since then, Emil couldn’t stand to be in places where he couldn’t stretch out his arms, nor could he stand most people touching his bare skin. If he ever felt trapped, or someone else happened to touch him, he would begin to have a panic attack, it’s severity depending on how trapped he felt or how much of him the other person had touched and for how long. The only exception is when Soren touches him or makes him feel trapped. That, he doesn’t mind.

When Soren had admitted to him that he believed that he was of the sea, Emil didn’t know what to think. Common sense told him that there was something terribly wrong with the Dane, and he needed help now. But his common sense was drowned by the mantra he lived by for the past few years: Soren was never wrong. To doubt that now would be too much for Emil. So even when the other almost died, even when the other drank himself to sleep, Emil said nothing, and continued to loyally stand by him. If… If that was what the other thought was good for himself, then why should he interfere?

Finally, the five of them reunited. Still, nothing was the same. He couldn’t get close to Lukas; he didn’t even call him ‘bror’ anymore. Yet besides the coldness, no one noticed anything wrong with him. His separation from his old ‘bror’ was simply blamed on time. But then Soren was sent away. Often, Emil would refuse food, talk to the others as little as possible, and shy away from society in general. He was addicted. Addicted to seeing the Dane, addicted to hearing his voice, even addicted to the beatings he received. His desire eventually became too much, and he ran away from the others. To the Global Asylum.

Mental disorder: Claustrophobia and haphephobia, which sets off severe panic attacks. Emil is very aware of these, and tries to supress his panic attacks, mostly to no avail. His panic attacks consist of dizziness, hyperventilating, fainting, choking up, vomiting, or starting to scream and being unable to stop. Not all of these have ever shown up in a single panic attack, but they have all happened in some point in time.

What he isn’t aware of is his intense obsession of Soren. Though he would do anything and everything for the other, even kill others or maybe himself if he was asked, he doesn’t realize how infatuated he is, nor does it view it as a problem.

Admittance: Voluntary

Name of Character: (Human name please, unless their mental disorder is that they think they're a country.) Marcus Valentino Emilio Ricci
Age of Character: 45
Appearance: Olive coloured skin, light green eyes, wavy dark brown hair, and slight beard stubble along his jawline. Marcus is of a very strong build, and has pronounced features.
Personality: (Includes likes, dislikes, quirks and etc.) Marcus is a usually very upbeat, jovial, and personable individual. His vitality even at his age can be considered by most very astonishing. Yet, when he moved to anger Marcus can become irrational in this state of mind but, many attributed the behavior as a typical Italian response. Wine, good food, women, and European football are some of his favorite pastimes, and not in any particular order. Perhaps the only things that possibly aggravate the older man are unnecessarily cold people. Marcus dislikes it when people are unfriendly, or uncouth, or close-minded in any shape or form.


History: (This backstory should include how they got to the Asylum in the first place.)

Marcus grew up in a family of seven all living under one roof. This was however a typical scenario for Italian families and, by no means was considered anything unusual. His mother used to make jewelry for a living but, had stopped after Marcus's second brother was born. His father was the head of a cheese making business situated in the downtown district of Rome. Though his family tried to provide a loving, and secure household for their brood they were also severely strict Catholics. So much so that even their television programs were monitored with the utmost scrutiny. Out of the six siblings only Marcus, and his second older sister found this daunting.

School was a battlefield for the young Marcus, and it was only made worse by being strict Catholic schools. His need for creativity, and desire to not feel shackled caused him to become slightly combative with the nuns. A fact which highly agitated and angered his parents. During this time at school is when Marcus began to exhibit odd displays of behavior. His moods would severely fluctuate to a point where he would be happy one moment, and then at the drop of a hat he would be unreasonably angry. This flip flop in attitude began to soon alienate the young man from his siblings, and soon his parents. Especially his father who expected each of his children to act accordingly, and by his standards.

There was a secret though that Marcus told not his mother, nor his siblings. Upon reaching the age of 13 his father began to 'discipline' the young man. This sexual molestation lasted from the time Marcus was 13 until he was 17 years of age.

The trauma of these events, his upbringing, and emotional instability created something out of the young man. Instead of attending college as he was expected to do Marcus left home, and moved into a two bedroom apartment with a friend from his school days. Still emotionally suffering from the mental and psychical damage his father inflicted, Marcus began to get involved in the unsavory underbelly of Rome. A lifestyle that was egged on by his roommate who was known for dealing, and inviting all manner of women to his home. It was during this time that Marcus's sexual desires, and urges began to rear their ugly head. Without the thought of consequences he would take many of the women, and have sex with them whenever they were over. That was not enough however, and he began to go out in the city in search of a prostitute willing. Years of irresponsible behavior, parties, and sexual escapades left the man unable to formulate normal, social ties. It was also his bi-polar behavior left un-medicated that caused a large decline in his social life.

During this later stage in his life the man started to take his sexual behavior to new extremes. Going so far as to start copulating in public places if he could get away with it. The straw that had finally broke the camel's back was his alleged rape of a woman at his friend's house. An act had had landed him both jail time, and after a review of his psychological factors a place in the asylum.

Mental disorder: (doesn't have to be too specific, but the more other people know about the problem, the easier it is to RP) Satyriasis (the male form if Nymphomania. Yes there is a difference), and Bi-polar

Admittance: (Was it a legal issue? Voluntary? Put in by family?) Legal Issue