Post by LARKIN VALENTINE BROWN on Oct 3, 2010 9:23:11 GMT -5
LARKIN | VALENTINE| BROWN
SHY-PSYCHOTIC DISORDERS-PARANOID
ALIAS: ave
AGE: seventeen
ROLEPLAY EXPERIENCE : two years
TIME ZONE:east coast
HOW YOU FOUND US:perfectly dysfunctional tour
NAME: larkin valentine brown
NICKNAMES: lark, larky
AGE: eighteen
GENDER: female
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: straight
MEMBER GROUP: psychotic disorders
ILLNESS: Schizoaffective disorder, she hallucinates, most of these hallucinations are blood related or something is singing to her. Most commonly there has been skeletons following her. Followed by these she sometimes reaches a catatonic state where she remains quiet, she's extremely paranoid and will attack someone if her hallucinations have her thinking that someone is in danger. She also suffers Somniphobia, which is fear of sleep because her night terrors that have her screaming almost all night.
LIKES:
+ freedom
+ music
+ being alone
+ reading
+ not sleeping
+ always knowing the time
DISLIKES:
+ medications
+ hallucinations
+ nightmares
+ blood
+ sleep
HABITS:
+ fidgets a lot when talking
+ scratches her arms till they bleed when stressed or upset
+ trips over everything.
QUIRKS:
+ always put left shoe on first, believes it gives her good luck
+ keeps a wrist watch in her pocket not on her wrist.
PERSONALITY:
Everywhere Larkin goes, there's a mess following behind her. She often trips over nothing, up and down the stairs, her own two feet. There's not much time she spends on her feet that isn't tumbling over herself or others, and it's becoming quite annoying, considering she's always apologizing and always trying to make up for breaking something or tripping over a person, but she's come to realize, that people really need to just get over it, she can't help it.The girl doesn't really make friends she intends to keep, just a few that have proved that they're always going to be there. She doesn't really like talking to people, or opening up to people she doesn't know, and sometimes even her best friends that have been around for as long as she can remember. She's usually always the one trailing along behind everyone, her head pointed at her feet while she listens to the conversation, but never puts her own input in. She tries to be as distant as she can so nobody finds out who she really is.
Larkin doesn't know what it's like to love herself, she hasn't since she was younger. Since before her mother died up. She doesn't take compliments, but instead denies them completely then insults herself, tearing herself down every chance she gets. She hates to feel like she's doing the world any good by being there because she's almost positive she's not, not with the way she acts. She'd rather boost up other people and push herself further into her grave, especially when she knows she's done something wrong and everyone is trying to tell her she didn't. She always assumes the worst about people and situations. She believes that humans, wake up bad and have to try to be good people, and most people don't try, in fact, they usually just watch her and laugh. The girl would love to meet someone who woke up in the morning, and they had to try to be a horrible person, which she didn't believe would happen.
Larkin is afraid of a lot of things, and doesn't know how to deal with them. the only thing she can do, is try to avoid those things she fears, which is a lot harder than it seems. Her whole life people have tried to help her with her phobias, but it usually doesn't work, except her fear of clowns..that went away when she was five or so years old. She's afraid that her dad will kill her friends and brother, and that something in her life will take a turn for the worse instead of for the better, and it's getting worse and worse by the day. This instilled the fear of blood in her, she can't stand the red sticky stuff, it makes her faint and throw up. She barely likes being around people. She'd rather be alone rather than hang around people. Sure she likes some but being in here freaks her out. She tends to not react to anyone being social towards her since she finds really no need to. They always snap at her and this causes her to curl up and cry. She suffers from lack of sleep because of the nightmares that she has. It always has do with blood. Her hallucinations vary from the room being covered with blood or singing clocks. This makes her afraid of just about everything.
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APPEARANCE:
Larkin looks often don't make her look any crazier. She's a pretty small girl, only weighing about one hundred and one pounds and she stands at about five five. She's a slender human being. Her hip bones well defined from the lack of food she has been recently eating. She tends to not eat all that much, considering she thinks that the asylum has poisoned her food. Her dark hair reaches about below her shoulders and is a shade of jet black. It's shiny from being taken care of and soft, but since being at the asylum it has lost it's luster. Her arms have several scars scattering across them, from scratching herself with her nails till she bleeds out of stress or because she's just upset. Her bright eyes are the color of the sea green ocean. They are usually dull these days though, sometimes they light up when something good comes along but not often.
Her skin is pretty pale, with a few freckles here and there. She doesn't often wear make up, only simple mascara and eyeliner just to brighten up her eyes...Or try too at least since she really doesn't need to look good for anyone. Her sense of style isn't very odd. The girl absolutely loves the pattern plaid. Most of the time you'll find her wearing a plaid shirt over a tank top. Sometimes it's flannel other times it's some other sort of fabric. She usually wears black or white tank tops under it since she really doesn't own a assortment of colors, nor does she care. She most likely is found wearing shorts or skinny jeans with that since that's the only types of clothing she dares to own. She's sort of stereotyped as a hipster kid.
Sometimes she wears stuff other too. Long sleeve shirts with stripes tank tops of different colors. All depends on her mood or whatever she feels like really wearing. She has a simple feather necklace hanging down her neck at all times. Her nails are clear of nail polish and she has both sides of her nose pierced and her septum, which she keeps turned up to keep it hidden at times. Larkin's shoes are mostly converses. Sometimes she wears ballet flats or flip flops but most of the time you can find her wearing a plain black pair of converses which she convinces herself that it goes with everything she wears.
HISTORY:
Larkin was the product of a one night stand between Markus Raines and Cassandra Brown. Her father left her mother when Larkin was two and since her mother couldn't afford to raise her without her husband. She started selling drugs, that was till Cassie was brutally murdered in front of Larkin, who was left in blood for a week, till the cops found her and by then she was a bit traumatized. She placed her into an orphanage. She was basically out casted from a young age. The staff raised her until she was five and left her be to play with the other kids. The orphans stayed as far away from her as possible, sensing that something wasn't right with the girl. They were right. At age ten, she was accepted into a foster home that seemed promising. That's when things went downhill.
Her first foster home, had three people in the family. The alcoholic foster father and the abusive foster mom with their son, who was cruel to Larkin. Well a little bit more cruel at eleven years old when no one was home Alex, the son who was seventeen raped her. Larkin was traumatized. Her foster mother started beating her and her alcoholic foster father was never home, and when he did come home he also hit her. One night, her foster dad went insane and pulled a knife out on his wife, there was blood every where. The social services took Larkin away and put her in a family with much nicer people and their four kids. Traumatized as she was, she accepted them right away, because she just wanted to be good for them.
Larkin was placed into public schooling by her foster parents and was once again outcasted. She only focused on her studies but that soon failed when she turned thirteen and things started to get...a bit scary. Her foster parents had four other children. Two boys and two girls. The oldest boy, Ryan became like a older brother to her. First of, she knew this was where she belonged. Her foster parents knew how to take care of the five children, this left her feeling comfortable in the environment she was in. When she turned thirteen she started having extreme mood swings, screaming about blood being every where, or that the clock was singing to her. There was also these strange mutterings about a skeleton following her around. She started struggling with sleep also, nightmares plagued her every night as she tried to fall asleep but woke up screaming. Soon, she even attacked one of her classmates when one of her hallucinations had her thinking a train was coming for her.
Her foster parents had no choice but to put her into a academy against her protests. She was diagnosed with Schizoaffective Disorder. She started struggling with herself, she went into a almost catatonic state when she first arrived. She wouldn't speak to anyone, realizing how dangerous and disgusting the place was. She kept to herself and has been for as long as she been here which was been five years. She also tries to behave herself because well, Larkin wants out of there. But she's convinced everyone does.
Spence, wasn't exactly sure where the hell she was. All she knew was that she was back in the U.S. She wasn't even sure what city she was in either. She had been in Canada for a while and only had been traveling for a few months. Now, she found a abandoned city with a few other human rogues or magi rogues. Who always looked at her with a sudden interest as she created a shadow cloud to surround her. No one was going to hurt her, she was going to make sure of that. She didn’t want to get hurt again. Her parents were dead. Her brother was dead. That was it, she had nothing left. Did a tiny voice in the back of her head tug, but no. She repressed those memories she repressed him. She didn’t want to remember him at all. Spencer kept her mind focused on surviving. She had to find food right? Well, that’s where she was going. The little house that Spencer found was pretty perfect for her. Some rouges had hooked up a generator to a string of houses and she resided in one of them they tried to make friends with her but she turned them away, not with her bitter disposition. But just by saying she rather be left alone. One girl, who was also a darkness magi lived with her though. After she found out that Spencer also had that power, well...Let’s just say she was a little too excited and sweet for Spence to say no. She lived quietly though and Spencer didn’t mind all that much. They both had their own rooms, they both ate food together. Twice the food was being brought in too. So, it all worked out.
Spencer grabbed a hoodie from her bed. She was wearing a multicolored stripped tank top. Which she covered by the hoodie and some skinny jeans. The dark haired bright eyed female slipped on her purple vans as she sat down, sinking into the mattress. Sure it was a shitty mattress but it was a bed. She was living with a roof over her head. That was all she needed to be freaking happy. There was that small annoying tug at the back of her mind as she pushed it away. She had been getting pretty good at not remembering him. Hell, she couldn’t recognize him if she ran into him. She would look at him like a stranger because that’s who he was. Just a stranger to her. Running a hand through her hair she shuffled down the stairs, passing the murmuring tv and looking into to see her room mate laying on the couch. “Hey, I’m going to find some food, hold down the fort will ya?” Spencer asked with a small smile. Never a big one a small one. She stopped with the smiling years ago. The girl looked up at her and suddenly she saw darkness cover the window. “Got it all covered Spence” She smiled at her and Spencer waved her hand, opening the front door and walking out into the darkness as she passed through the shadows.
It was a chilly night as she wrapped the hoodie closer to her skin and looked up at the night sky, shadows moved all around as she thought of them dancing in her mind, following her in case she needed them the most. Spence walked down the street and into the town. Nobody was up, everyone was in there house. Why? Vampires of course. There were some rogues that came out. Spencer did a great deal to avoid being their next meal. Her skin shivered as a gust of wind blew through her. “food...food...food” She said repeatedly to herself as she walked around and into the little gas station, grabbing some chips and microwave dinners that no one seemed to touch. She grabbed one of the go green bags and shoved them into the bag, throwing it over her shoulder and walking through the isles once more, grabbing a few cans of beer and soda and some water. It weighed her down but she didn’t care. Her bright green eyes moved up to the silent tv that was still on. Faces flashed before it, talking the vampires. She knew who they were. Apparently they were kind. She didn’t trust them. Spencer didn’t trust anyone, she didn’t even trust herself sometimes. Spencer looked away from the tv and started walking towards the door, opening it up and stepping out of the building. She hadn’t walked that far really. She wanted to stay out more though, walking back to her house she walked in and dropped the bag on the counter. “Here’s some food. I’m going out to look for more and stuff...I’ll be back” She picked up a sword, something they told every rogue human or magi to bring with them. She had found this one, stealing it out of one of those novelty shops. It worked though, she had only killed one but it was only because he was going to hurt her. Out went Spencer, out the door and out into the streets again. She started getting farther and farther from the neighborhood till she hit a certain section of woods. Fear attacked her and she had shadows follow her, knowing them...she made it so there was a shadow covering her back, keeping her hidden. Then there was a rustle. “WHO’S THERE!?” if that didn’t bring out a vampire then she didn’t know what would.She gripped onto her sword, her hands shaking. She really didn’t want to kill anyone tonight.
