Post by Tino Väinämöinen on Apr 24, 2012 23:52:25 GMT -5
"Tomorrow will be worse"
I heard her say as she closed the curtains
And walked away
Tied on the bed by hands of the past
Memories too painful to be opened
My body crushed and burned from escaping life
The sleep will come, with horrors of you...
New moon, would you open the gates
and take me away from this night
New moon, between the curtains
Walk me away on your silvery bridge
New moon, lay your mercy on me tonight
The despair of morning sun, beams of unholy light
No one can read the signs of these eyes
The prayer of escape, I will never heal
The flames on my skin to wash all bad away
Was unpurifying kiss of suffering
But I judge myself to give it all away, for you...
New moon, would you open the gates
and take me away from this night
New moon, between the curtains
Walk me away on your silvery bridge
New moon, lay your mercy on me tonight
- "New Moon" - Swallow the Sun
Name: Tino Väinämöinen
Country: Finland
Date of birth: 6 December
Age: 20
Likes: cute things, Christmas, winter sports, death metal, arts and crafts, sex, alcohol, rainy days
Dislikes: being confined, the dark, his parents, criticism, being woken up
(If a patient)
Diagnosis: panic disorder, dependent personality disorder, histrionic personality disorder, depression
Voluntary/Involuntary hospitalisation: involuntary
Months/Years hospitalized: 2 months
(People are likely to want to RP outside the board, so give them ways to contact you if you're okay with that)
MSN: n/a
AIM: haleth2002
Yahoo: n/a
Sample journal (an in-character paragraph in the style of a diary):
Dear Diary,
Look how shiny-brand-new you are. They took my diary from the last place. I don't know why. There were some good memories in there... they said it was inappropriate, that I needed a clean start. Ha. Like I'll ever be clean. Like I'll ever be anything but a dirty filthy whore. The Doctor knew. He knew what I was. That's why he wanted me to transfer. He was afraid I'd make him dirty, too. (Underneath this entry, Tino sketched a rather lewd illustration. He drew a border of hearts and flowers around the whole page.)
Sample RP (show us how you would play your character):
Tino stood outside the art room door and jiggled the door handle. Locked. He looked up at the sheet of paper taped to the door. "Art Therapy 3-5pm", it said. He'd checked the clock at the nursing station just a couple minutes ago; the room should be open now. Well. He hadn't waited all day to be thwarted now. He knelt and peered at the lock closely - didn't look too complicated at all. He was just reaching up to pull a pin out of his hair when he heard the brisk, clipped footsteps of a woman coming down the hall. He straightened and patted his hair down with a nervous laugh. Had she seen what he was doing? He wasn't sure he was allowed to have the pins. They'd taken everything else useful from him, and he'd only managed to conceal a few of these before his bags were searched.
He backed away from the door as she approached. She gave no indication that she found his behavior strange, only greeted him brightly. "Hello! Sorry I'm late. You're here for art, right?" She smiled at Tino warmly before turning to unlock the door.
I heard her say as she closed the curtains
And walked away
Tied on the bed by hands of the past
Memories too painful to be opened
My body crushed and burned from escaping life
The sleep will come, with horrors of you...
New moon, would you open the gates
and take me away from this night
New moon, between the curtains
Walk me away on your silvery bridge
New moon, lay your mercy on me tonight
The despair of morning sun, beams of unholy light
No one can read the signs of these eyes
The prayer of escape, I will never heal
The flames on my skin to wash all bad away
Was unpurifying kiss of suffering
But I judge myself to give it all away, for you...
New moon, would you open the gates
and take me away from this night
New moon, between the curtains
Walk me away on your silvery bridge
New moon, lay your mercy on me tonight
- "New Moon" - Swallow the Sun
Name: Tino Väinämöinen
Country: Finland
Date of birth: 6 December
Age: 20
Likes: cute things, Christmas, winter sports, death metal, arts and crafts, sex, alcohol, rainy days
Dislikes: being confined, the dark, his parents, criticism, being woken up
(If a patient)
Diagnosis: panic disorder, dependent personality disorder, histrionic personality disorder, depression
Voluntary/Involuntary hospitalisation: involuntary
Months/Years hospitalized: 2 months
(People are likely to want to RP outside the board, so give them ways to contact you if you're okay with that)
MSN: n/a
AIM: haleth2002
Yahoo: n/a
Sample journal (an in-character paragraph in the style of a diary):
Dear Diary,
Look how shiny-brand-new you are. They took my diary from the last place. I don't know why. There were some good memories in there... they said it was inappropriate, that I needed a clean start. Ha. Like I'll ever be clean. Like I'll ever be anything but a dirty filthy whore. The Doctor knew. He knew what I was. That's why he wanted me to transfer. He was afraid I'd make him dirty, too. (Underneath this entry, Tino sketched a rather lewd illustration. He drew a border of hearts and flowers around the whole page.)
Sample RP (show us how you would play your character):
Tino stood outside the art room door and jiggled the door handle. Locked. He looked up at the sheet of paper taped to the door. "Art Therapy 3-5pm", it said. He'd checked the clock at the nursing station just a couple minutes ago; the room should be open now. Well. He hadn't waited all day to be thwarted now. He knelt and peered at the lock closely - didn't look too complicated at all. He was just reaching up to pull a pin out of his hair when he heard the brisk, clipped footsteps of a woman coming down the hall. He straightened and patted his hair down with a nervous laugh. Had she seen what he was doing? He wasn't sure he was allowed to have the pins. They'd taken everything else useful from him, and he'd only managed to conceal a few of these before his bags were searched.
He backed away from the door as she approached. She gave no indication that she found his behavior strange, only greeted him brightly. "Hello! Sorry I'm late. You're here for art, right?" She smiled at Tino warmly before turning to unlock the door.
