HAIGHT, calcifer

CALCIFER HAIGHT
EIGHTEEN ■ MALE ■ PANSEXUAL ■ 5'7" ■ LITHE
NIGHT TERRORS & DID ■ MEDIUM RISK

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[/i]. It doesn't seem like much, right? Well, that's because a clown is supposed to be all happy and bringing smiles to the faces of others. This isn't Cal's case. You can tell when 'the clown' has been triggered because Cal will pause whatever he was doing and just start giggling. No, not the sweet, innocent giggle that children have. It's darker and rather persistent. His whole personality shifts from timid and quiet to loud, cruel, and childish.

Nothing really happens out in the open while others are around. He really just starts acting like a creepy clown, kind of like the ones you see in horror films but (normally) without the weapons and intent to kill you. However, to Calcifer, this side of him is a lot worse. While he doesn't remember anything that could possibly happen while in this state, he does know that it's a source of a lot of his night terrors.[/ul][/size][/ul]

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[/i]" This startled other child who had not been expecting such a reaction to a death scene, especially when he started asking about the color of his blood. The movie was turned of and the child ran off to find the lady in charge. When she came on the scene, Calcifer was passed out on the floor, and he had absolutely no recollection of what he had asked when he woke up the next morning. Needless to say, all movies with blood were banned.

Little events of this other side occurred every so often, coming and going as they pleased. One time he switched in front of his sister due to the older orphans picking on her. Not knowing how to handle it, the other orphans started bullying him. Fists flew and faces were bruised. The odd thing was that he did most of the damage when he would never lift a finger at another child. His scared little sister ran up to him quickly afterwards, hugging him. This caused him to pause once more, his normal personality coming back. "What... What happened?" His sister merely said that he saved her by becoming a creepy clown. This was when he was fifteen and his sister twelve.

Throughout his time at the orphanage, those nightmares grew worse and worse. He could remember little about them, only the mask and horrible pain coming over his body. He would wake up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat, often times sobbing or screaming. This would wake up the other orphans, and they would crowd around him which really didn't help. It would take him a couple of minutes, sometimes even an hour, to calm down. He would always be afraid to sleep afterwards, though as soon as he went back to sleep, his dreams were filled with darkness.

When he was seventeen, he was sent to Ravenwood Asylum in the next town over. The reason? His sister fell lethally ill and was sent to the hospital. He was allowed to stay there with her during her final moments, and her death just happened to be a trigger. He started that god awful giggling, a twisted grin forming on his face. Laughing at a loved one's death? The doctor and nurses turned to him, completely confused. "Tell me, does it hurt?" He stood up, ready to attack one of the nurses, but another was already on top of him, sedating him. It was then that he was diagnosed with Dissociative Identity Disorder, and it was only during a talk with a psychiatrist that they told him he had been having Night Terrors. Since then, he was at the asylum. He hasn't actually attacked anyone there yet, and the changes only happen once a month, normally.
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