forum New Eden Mental Hospital, Cutting Edge Care for the Mentally Afflicted (OPEN!! PLEASE JOIN! o/o VERY DARK enter at your own risk. Probably 17+)

Started September 02, 2020 by @Oakiin

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Placing one foot in front of the other, Mevia calmly entered Fallen Rest. The first thing she saw was the tower that lead to the ruins. She has never traveled this far, so she is unfamiliar with the area. 'I have a feeling that Kyle passed through here before, he loves this terrible fucking weather…' she thought to herself. It's obvious that she's freezing, even though Mevia is wearing a coat made out of a one-eyed yeti hide! Not being able to stop shivering, she waddled into the town square. Starving and cold, she wanted to find a place to rest before traveling another good six miles through ice and deep snow, then having to clear out an entire place on her own.

"This man has caused too much trouble in this city!" A loud deep voice shouted.
"He stole my fire charm!" And woman screeched.
"Just kill him already!" Another man spoke.

Mevia looked toward the center of the square, to see a hoard of people crowded in front of well built gallows, and a man getting ready to be hanged for his crimes… A pretty honorable death, compared to your head being chopped off, stabbed in the throat, or to be giving to a hungry Kerberos (a three headed dog.) The people continue to scream and shout at the man, while the criminal just stood there filled with shame. 'Welp, I walked into the city at the perfect time.' She thought sarcastically. Mevia thought it would be awkward to walk away from the crowd to get something warm to eat, so she joined them instead. She up looked at the man and observed him from the distance, he wears a large coat and has dark hair. Soon, he made eye contact with her, looking at her with his dark brown eyes. He tried to say something without speaking, but Mevia couldn't read his lips, and just when he was about to grab her attention again, it was too late. His eyes went wide when the lever was pulled, his feet were lifed off the corrupted pine planks, he shook and struggled with the rope so tight around his neck, shaking and suffering. It only took about fifteen seconds until he hung there limp. The crowd started cheering, while the executioner stood there looking at the crowd that dispersed over time.

Mevia turned around to see a woman; tears pouring out of her eyes like rain, rapidly crashed against the cold surface. A few moments later, an older woman who had a similar resemblance to the criminal, slowly joined this girl before she fell to the ground, and gave her a hug. They trembled and sobbed into each other's arms.
There are always multiple sides to a story, this man could've been a criminal to some, possibly a hero to others, but also a loved one by many.
Looking back at the gallows, shifting her weight to her right foot, Mevia stood there for a bit trying to think about what the man was trying to tell her.
[-From an rp called Mortem]

That sounds all good! Just as long as you're okay with super gritty stuff ^^
And don't worry about being super prompt, I get it, and honestly same goes for me. Never any rush to reply :) In that case, you can get a character up whenever you get the time! I'll repost mine, just so they're close together for reference later on. Looking forward to it! :D

Character's name: Arlath, no known last name
Character's age: 48
Gender: Male
Worker or Patient? Patient
Personality: Arlath is quiet, kind-hearted, and very depressed, with a lot of PTSD. He looks out for the other patients, especially those younger than or weaker than him. He will stand up to the workers on their behalf, but deep down, he believes he deserves to be here, and generally won't fight back for himself. He's friendly and calming, but constantly low-energy, and often times just can't summon the ability to care.
Physical Description: Once very physically strong, (as in,more muscle than most could ever hope to achieve), he's lost most of that due to simple neglect. He didn't get out very much, and that was before being put in an insane asylum. Still decently strong, he's got a sturdy body-type makes him seem more in shape than he is. He's around 6', heavily scarred, missing his right eye, with white, very short hair cut in a strip down the center of his skull. His remaining eye is pale gold.
Brief Backstory: He doesn't talk about what happened to him prior to coming to the asylum, but as far as anyone knows, he just stumbled into the town, no one knew him, and he ended up in the hospital. He hasn't been there the longest, maybe a month or two, but he already knows most everyone in the asylum by name. Any questions about his past will be firmly not answered.
Other: Anyone who talks to him long enough will get the sense that he used to be VERY social, and he's definitely an extrovert. He's just a lot more quiet now, a lot more likely to assume people would rather he not be there.

Character's name: Teresa Adam's
Nickname: Tess
Character's age: 39
Gender: Female
Worker or Patient? Worker
Personality: Appears to be calm and serious, but is secretly emotional. Once everything bottles up, she has a breakdown when she's alone, and rarely lashes it out at other workers or patients. She is selfish and entitled because of her being spoiled.
Physical Description: She's about average when it comes to fitness, weight, and height, being 5'5. Tess has long, straight, natural black hair, light skin, and almond, hazel eyes. She has no tattoos or piercings, and very few scars. Teresa usually wears plain and simple clothing on a daily basis, and some neutral makeup.
Brief Backstory: Raised in a high class family and was pretty much forced to work as a therapist. She was okay with trying to help others at first, but got tired of hearing painful stories and hates her job. Little does everyone know, she has her own problems that she hasn't dealt with. Over some time she got really good at her job, even if she is required to lie and fake her own emotions, but her own mental health has decreased, and it's not noticable by the normal eye.
Other: She struggles to truly understand her patients.

Coming to New Eden hadn't exactly been Arlath's decision. When he'd first come to the town, he'd been a wreck, half-starved, exhausted, and dying from dehydration. He didn't know what he'd said, but he could hardly blame the people here for assuming he was just insane. He probably would have thought the same in thier shoes.

That didn't make it ok to be here however. He doubted the town knew much about the ways of the hospital, and what they did to 'treat' thier patients. Most of the people here were simply forgotten by the outer world, left to be used and abused by the hospital staff in thier experiments. Arlath couldn't summon the energy to try and fix his situation though, no matter how long he spent here. The two months of time had been miserable, but they had food, a place to sleep…and if he was being honest with himself, there was a not-so-small part of himself that argued quite loudly that this was the perfect place for him. It seemed a just punishment.

So there he stayed. Doing what he could to ease the suffering of the other patients, and doing his best to keep them safe. If that meant the staff paid him more mind, he was willing to endure it.

It was especially rainy that morning. It had been storming all night, and even though his shades were drawn, he could hear the rain lashing down on his window, the glass rattling gently as the wind howled around it. He gave up on sleeping and instead pulled the book he'd stolen from the staff library out from under his pillow and settled down to read in the dim light. The book was dull and a stiff read, but it was better than nothing. At least he wasn't just staring at the ceiling.