Post by Gabrielle Harker on Sept 17, 2006 23:50:51 GMT -5
The Roleplayer
Name:
Macabre
Age:
16
How you found Anomaly:
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How long you have been role-playing:
A while
The Character
Name:
Edward Grimm
Gender:
Male
Age:
Seventeen
Race:
English Italian
Illness:
Schizoaffective disorder. It is a psychiatric diagnosis describing a situation where both the symptoms of mood disorder and psychosis are present. The disorder usually begins in early adolescence, and is more common in men.
There are two sub-types of schizoaffective disorder: the bipolar type type and the depressive type. The bipolar type has a better prognosis than the depressive type, which can have a residual defect with the passing of time. Bipolar schizoaffective disorder is more similar to bipolar disorder than schizophrenia. People with bipolar disorder may also suffer from isolated episodes of psychotic symptoms. Edward had both.
He was discovered to have a Pain disorder. It is when a patient experiences chronic pain in one or more areas, and is thought to be caused by psychological stress. The pain is often so severe that it disables the patient from proper functioning. It can last as short as a few moment, to as long as many hours at a time. The disorder may begin at any age, and more women than men seem to experience it. This disorder often occurs after an accident or during an illness that has caused genuine pain, which then takes a life of its own.
Appearence:
Oh the ways to describe Mr. Edward Grimm. He stands at Average Hight for a boy of Seventeen.. and his body is extremely slender, tanned in an olive colour from growing up in Italy. His head is adorned with a rather Messy mop of black hair which is not often combed or washed, just simply left all day looking as if he had just gotten out of bed. His facial features were small and rather feminine. Dark eye-brows gave way to dark brown, almost black eyes framed with naturally thick lashes. His face is a mocha colour like the rest of his body, heart shaped and slim no different to anywhere else. His lips are large and plump making him look in a pout constantly. He has a large scar that runs from below his left air to mid-way down his neck, he does not know it is there.. but everyone else can see it.
His torso is quiet lean, his abdomen hardly a chiselled mid-section but when one ran hands across his warm body they could be felt. His arms and legs are tanned and lean. Over-all, he is a decently good looking boy, with a few flaws in appearance, his personality is far from enticing.
Personality:
Personality wise... Edward Grimm is an interesting specimen. Although His gentle and placid appearance gives the impression that he is a laid back kind of guy.. in most instances, he is far from it. He snaps easily, meaning that even the smallest and most insignificant detail or comment can send him off the deep end. Perhaps it is a lingering childhood problem, but Edward expects to be treated with the up-most respect until he has finally let said person into his head. There have only been a few people in his 17 years of life who he had let really know him... not just like a friend.. or a father, no.. really know him. Although he is totally insane, he wears a mask of sanity that people can scare see through if they did not know he was mentally ill in the first place.
Edward is a quiet boy when undisturbed, although inside his mind there is an ever ticking type-writer that never stops. After getting past his mood swings and other symptoms of Mental Illness, he can be a very good friend. He is extremely smart but his Illnesses impede his ability to express it all the time. When one first meets Edward, one would see him as a polite and well-mannered young man.. for the most part Edward tries to keep up appearance, but if someone was to get on his bad side, they would be in for a ride Indeed. It takes a rather long and torturous journey to get to his heart, full of traps and deceit.. but once you have gotten there, Edward could be your own personal saint. Of course.. on his bad days, he is nothing but a dilusional mess.
History:
Edward Grimm, born Edward Horus Marion Grimm, had a civilly normal childhood. Edward had always been his parents pride and joy. Being the youngest of five brothers, he did not have responsibility as they did. After splitting duties and errands between Hugo Grimm’s four eldest sons, there really wasn’t anything left for the youngling. In a way, Edward enjoyed the meaningless of his life, and in another he longed for something to fill his long days of basking in the pleasures of Existence.
The Grimm family had no problem providing Edward with everything that he ever wanted, his father was a jeweller, the best in all of Italy's people would say, and the richest travellers and royalty would come to him for wedding gifts and gold chains, which meant for a very comfortable lifestyle for Himself and his large family. Edward didn’t know much of his Fathers business though, and spent most of his childhood with his Mother, Navarre Grimm, who stayed at home and taught him all she knew about the world and its history, as well as everything else he needed to know. Edward never attended a public school because at the age of Seven, a doctors diagnosis told the family that he suffed from a Schizoaffective disorder. It is a psychiatric diagnosis describing a situation where both the symptoms of mood disorder and psychosis are present. The disorder usually begins in early adolesence, and is more common in men.
There are two sub-types of schizoaffective disorder: the bipolar type type and the depressive type. The bipolar type has a better prognosis than the depressive type, which can have a residual defect with the passing of time. Bipolar schizoaffective disorder is more similar to bipolar disorder than schizophrenia. People with bipolar disorder may also suffer from isolated episodes of psychotic symptoms. Edward had both. He was descovered to have a Pain disorder. It is when a patient experiences chronic pain in one or more areas, and is thought to be caused by psychological stress. The pain is often so severe that it disables the patient from proper functioning. It can last as short as a few moment, to as long as many hours at a time. The disorder may begin at any age, and more women than men seem to experience it. This disorder often occurs after an accident or during an illness that has caused genuine pain, which then takes a life of its own.
He was taken to Saint Mary's the day it was re-opened, and remaind there to. this day.
Your character loves:
Marius [The man in his head]
Appearing Sane
Meds
Drugs
Good Days
Hates:
Being Mentally Ill
Bad Days
Doctors
People that treat him like he is Insane constantly.
Home Town:
Sicily, Italy.
Sample: For a Demon x Angel Roleplay
Come on John, You know you want to drink it, go on, just one sip..
Do you ever get that feeling, that little voice in your head enticing you, tempting you. Most people believe it is your internal dialogue, which some of the time it can be, but from time to time it is not only yourself whispering secrets into your ears. There are things that, with a single word, can bring your deepest fears into reality and your most repressed memories to life. These things are Demons. Demons are often portrayed as gruesome creatures with black wings and a fiery halo, but that is only half true. They can take the form of there Mortal self and change back and fourth from Demonic form at will.
Balthazar was the appitemy of Demon. Although he was by no means the first, He was the strongest. Like most other Demon’s, he made sport out of toying the Mortals, like puppets on strings they did all that he requested, and although he could not make someone do something, every word he spoke gave them the little nudge they needed.
John Andrews was a recovering alcoholic, and Balthazar had been watching him for some time now. He had been struggling to stay away from alcohol, a good effort indeed, but Balthazar was not about to let his sin be left in the dark like that. The dark eyes of this Demon were the only thing that could be seen through the thick blanket of darkness inside of the room. He rested leisurely on a leather couch, his legs layer out beside him, his faced cocked to the side with a mischievous look upon it.
Oh come on, Don’t disappoint me, I know you want that sweet intoxicating nectar
His lips did not move as he spoke, if that’s what you would call it. Sitting across from him, not more then a few feet away was the slender form of John Andrews, an opened bottle of vodka shaking in between his clammy olive hands. He spoke through the mind, no one else could heard him but John, who was now brining the bottle to his lips, slowly but surely tipping it, letting the clear liquid tip with it.
That’s it John, sarcome to my power, sarcome to my alluring call
Balthazar ran his tongue across his own lips as John let the liquid run down his throat, a tear tricking down his cheek, his mind screaming in pain and distress. The large bottle was empting by the second, Balthazar sat and watched every drop was it disappeared into the, well previously, recovering alcoholic’s mouth and down his throat. He gave a small laugh, an almost mocking giggle and retracted back into the dark.
Yes. Sarcome to Me.
Balthazar, the right hand of Lucifer, the Ultimate Demon had exited the house of John Andrews at a walking pace. The man had drowned himself in alcohol, now lying dead on the stark cold wooden floor of his home. Someone would eventually find him, maybe tonight, Tomorrow.. in a week.. in a year. Balthazar on hoped that he was not to decomposed when he got to Hell. The infamous Demon, unlike most, did not have to change into his Demonic form to toy with people. There were a few others that could do it, but it was a decently rare gift.
His boots made a light tapping sound on the cold concrete pathway outside of the apartments he had just exited. The ground was wet due to a small amount of rain that had stopped only moments before he emerged into the streets. Lucky. He hated rain. Balthazar could not remove the smuck smile from his olive skinned face. His pink lips were curved into a half moon, and his eyes were half closed. It was decently cold this night, the moon hung in the air like a Christmas ornament, about half way up from the hills in the distance which indicated that it must have been around Nine O’clock.
London was a place he loved to visit. It was so upper class and opulent, at least in the places that he ventured. He walked slowly, slower then the few other people on the road. Most of them were couples going for a night stroll to set the evening, though most of the males just wanted to get into there partners pants. No surprise there. Balthazar gave a small laugh, he had been much the same as a mortal, but now he could simply lure someone into it, no romance needed. The elder Demon wore a Black suit, as he always did. It made him look rather aristocratic actually, with a small bow tie which suited his face completely. Underneath the black suit coat was a white poets shirt, unblemished like his face, with no creases and newly pressed. He continued to walk, crossing the street and entering the gates of a large reserve. All you could see was grass and a small playground until you came to trees, Perfect. He licked his lips once again, taking in everything he could see.
Name:
Macabre
Age:
16
How you found Anomaly:
Advertisement on Neopets
How long you have been role-playing:
A while
The Character
Name:
Edward Grimm
Gender:
Male
Age:
Seventeen
Race:
English Italian
Illness:
Schizoaffective disorder. It is a psychiatric diagnosis describing a situation where both the symptoms of mood disorder and psychosis are present. The disorder usually begins in early adolescence, and is more common in men.
There are two sub-types of schizoaffective disorder: the bipolar type type and the depressive type. The bipolar type has a better prognosis than the depressive type, which can have a residual defect with the passing of time. Bipolar schizoaffective disorder is more similar to bipolar disorder than schizophrenia. People with bipolar disorder may also suffer from isolated episodes of psychotic symptoms. Edward had both.
He was discovered to have a Pain disorder. It is when a patient experiences chronic pain in one or more areas, and is thought to be caused by psychological stress. The pain is often so severe that it disables the patient from proper functioning. It can last as short as a few moment, to as long as many hours at a time. The disorder may begin at any age, and more women than men seem to experience it. This disorder often occurs after an accident or during an illness that has caused genuine pain, which then takes a life of its own.
Appearence:
Oh the ways to describe Mr. Edward Grimm. He stands at Average Hight for a boy of Seventeen.. and his body is extremely slender, tanned in an olive colour from growing up in Italy. His head is adorned with a rather Messy mop of black hair which is not often combed or washed, just simply left all day looking as if he had just gotten out of bed. His facial features were small and rather feminine. Dark eye-brows gave way to dark brown, almost black eyes framed with naturally thick lashes. His face is a mocha colour like the rest of his body, heart shaped and slim no different to anywhere else. His lips are large and plump making him look in a pout constantly. He has a large scar that runs from below his left air to mid-way down his neck, he does not know it is there.. but everyone else can see it.
His torso is quiet lean, his abdomen hardly a chiselled mid-section but when one ran hands across his warm body they could be felt. His arms and legs are tanned and lean. Over-all, he is a decently good looking boy, with a few flaws in appearance, his personality is far from enticing.
Personality:
Personality wise... Edward Grimm is an interesting specimen. Although His gentle and placid appearance gives the impression that he is a laid back kind of guy.. in most instances, he is far from it. He snaps easily, meaning that even the smallest and most insignificant detail or comment can send him off the deep end. Perhaps it is a lingering childhood problem, but Edward expects to be treated with the up-most respect until he has finally let said person into his head. There have only been a few people in his 17 years of life who he had let really know him... not just like a friend.. or a father, no.. really know him. Although he is totally insane, he wears a mask of sanity that people can scare see through if they did not know he was mentally ill in the first place.
Edward is a quiet boy when undisturbed, although inside his mind there is an ever ticking type-writer that never stops. After getting past his mood swings and other symptoms of Mental Illness, he can be a very good friend. He is extremely smart but his Illnesses impede his ability to express it all the time. When one first meets Edward, one would see him as a polite and well-mannered young man.. for the most part Edward tries to keep up appearance, but if someone was to get on his bad side, they would be in for a ride Indeed. It takes a rather long and torturous journey to get to his heart, full of traps and deceit.. but once you have gotten there, Edward could be your own personal saint. Of course.. on his bad days, he is nothing but a dilusional mess.
History:
Edward Grimm, born Edward Horus Marion Grimm, had a civilly normal childhood. Edward had always been his parents pride and joy. Being the youngest of five brothers, he did not have responsibility as they did. After splitting duties and errands between Hugo Grimm’s four eldest sons, there really wasn’t anything left for the youngling. In a way, Edward enjoyed the meaningless of his life, and in another he longed for something to fill his long days of basking in the pleasures of Existence.
The Grimm family had no problem providing Edward with everything that he ever wanted, his father was a jeweller, the best in all of Italy's people would say, and the richest travellers and royalty would come to him for wedding gifts and gold chains, which meant for a very comfortable lifestyle for Himself and his large family. Edward didn’t know much of his Fathers business though, and spent most of his childhood with his Mother, Navarre Grimm, who stayed at home and taught him all she knew about the world and its history, as well as everything else he needed to know. Edward never attended a public school because at the age of Seven, a doctors diagnosis told the family that he suffed from a Schizoaffective disorder. It is a psychiatric diagnosis describing a situation where both the symptoms of mood disorder and psychosis are present. The disorder usually begins in early adolesence, and is more common in men.
There are two sub-types of schizoaffective disorder: the bipolar type type and the depressive type. The bipolar type has a better prognosis than the depressive type, which can have a residual defect with the passing of time. Bipolar schizoaffective disorder is more similar to bipolar disorder than schizophrenia. People with bipolar disorder may also suffer from isolated episodes of psychotic symptoms. Edward had both. He was descovered to have a Pain disorder. It is when a patient experiences chronic pain in one or more areas, and is thought to be caused by psychological stress. The pain is often so severe that it disables the patient from proper functioning. It can last as short as a few moment, to as long as many hours at a time. The disorder may begin at any age, and more women than men seem to experience it. This disorder often occurs after an accident or during an illness that has caused genuine pain, which then takes a life of its own.
He was taken to Saint Mary's the day it was re-opened, and remaind there to. this day.
Your character loves:
Marius [The man in his head]
Appearing Sane
Meds
Drugs
Good Days
Hates:
Being Mentally Ill
Bad Days
Doctors
People that treat him like he is Insane constantly.
Home Town:
Sicily, Italy.
Sample: For a Demon x Angel Roleplay
Come on John, You know you want to drink it, go on, just one sip..
Do you ever get that feeling, that little voice in your head enticing you, tempting you. Most people believe it is your internal dialogue, which some of the time it can be, but from time to time it is not only yourself whispering secrets into your ears. There are things that, with a single word, can bring your deepest fears into reality and your most repressed memories to life. These things are Demons. Demons are often portrayed as gruesome creatures with black wings and a fiery halo, but that is only half true. They can take the form of there Mortal self and change back and fourth from Demonic form at will.
Balthazar was the appitemy of Demon. Although he was by no means the first, He was the strongest. Like most other Demon’s, he made sport out of toying the Mortals, like puppets on strings they did all that he requested, and although he could not make someone do something, every word he spoke gave them the little nudge they needed.
John Andrews was a recovering alcoholic, and Balthazar had been watching him for some time now. He had been struggling to stay away from alcohol, a good effort indeed, but Balthazar was not about to let his sin be left in the dark like that. The dark eyes of this Demon were the only thing that could be seen through the thick blanket of darkness inside of the room. He rested leisurely on a leather couch, his legs layer out beside him, his faced cocked to the side with a mischievous look upon it.
Oh come on, Don’t disappoint me, I know you want that sweet intoxicating nectar
His lips did not move as he spoke, if that’s what you would call it. Sitting across from him, not more then a few feet away was the slender form of John Andrews, an opened bottle of vodka shaking in between his clammy olive hands. He spoke through the mind, no one else could heard him but John, who was now brining the bottle to his lips, slowly but surely tipping it, letting the clear liquid tip with it.
That’s it John, sarcome to my power, sarcome to my alluring call
Balthazar ran his tongue across his own lips as John let the liquid run down his throat, a tear tricking down his cheek, his mind screaming in pain and distress. The large bottle was empting by the second, Balthazar sat and watched every drop was it disappeared into the, well previously, recovering alcoholic’s mouth and down his throat. He gave a small laugh, an almost mocking giggle and retracted back into the dark.
Yes. Sarcome to Me.
Balthazar, the right hand of Lucifer, the Ultimate Demon had exited the house of John Andrews at a walking pace. The man had drowned himself in alcohol, now lying dead on the stark cold wooden floor of his home. Someone would eventually find him, maybe tonight, Tomorrow.. in a week.. in a year. Balthazar on hoped that he was not to decomposed when he got to Hell. The infamous Demon, unlike most, did not have to change into his Demonic form to toy with people. There were a few others that could do it, but it was a decently rare gift.
His boots made a light tapping sound on the cold concrete pathway outside of the apartments he had just exited. The ground was wet due to a small amount of rain that had stopped only moments before he emerged into the streets. Lucky. He hated rain. Balthazar could not remove the smuck smile from his olive skinned face. His pink lips were curved into a half moon, and his eyes were half closed. It was decently cold this night, the moon hung in the air like a Christmas ornament, about half way up from the hills in the distance which indicated that it must have been around Nine O’clock.
London was a place he loved to visit. It was so upper class and opulent, at least in the places that he ventured. He walked slowly, slower then the few other people on the road. Most of them were couples going for a night stroll to set the evening, though most of the males just wanted to get into there partners pants. No surprise there. Balthazar gave a small laugh, he had been much the same as a mortal, but now he could simply lure someone into it, no romance needed. The elder Demon wore a Black suit, as he always did. It made him look rather aristocratic actually, with a small bow tie which suited his face completely. Underneath the black suit coat was a white poets shirt, unblemished like his face, with no creases and newly pressed. He continued to walk, crossing the street and entering the gates of a large reserve. All you could see was grass and a small playground until you came to trees, Perfect. He licked his lips once again, taking in everything he could see.
