Post by osirus d. daligoy on Mar 14, 2013 18:28:48 GMT -5
[/size][/b]OSIRUS DREN DALIGOY
19 ■ FEMALE ■ BISEXUAL ■ 5'4" ■ SLENDER
BORDERLINE PERSONALITY DISORDER? ■ MEDIUM RISK
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Osirus doesn't have friends. Well, she doesn't want them, anyways. She doesn't trust, doesn't socialize, and only ventures near others to watch them. She finds them amusing and interesting, like watching a movie. Sir is particuarly drawn to those with similar views on humanity as being cruel chaos, and may even talk to them. Most of all, she enjoys speaking to the staff. Those that try to figure her out... Those keeping an eye on her sometimes have no trouble doing so, as she may just engage them in a battle of morals. She's almost inhuman, but she's intelligent and articulate. The girl is a crazy actress, but she's a layer of mysteries. She's disconnected and apathetic, but she can read people like a book and screech like a banshee. Quite a handful.[/ul][/size][/ul]
Osirus was well-treated there, despite the fact it was an asylum. The staff, after all, had helped raise her. She talked them into dying her hair, and they often read to her. She never went for the innocent child books, though, and instead she preferred the works of Edgar Allen Poe and the like. She would never watch a Disney movie, but horror movies were her favorite. She was a cerebral and well-read girl. Eventually, her mother died, and she did mourn. But in the end, she was fine, but her outlook on life was far more negative. She understood that everyone would die one day, and was perfectly fine with it. There was even a time when she often spoke about death, voicing her curiousities about the subject. But in those days, it was clear who she loved and who she didn't like. She wasn't as cryptic, and she wasn't as mysterious. She was happy playing with her many dolls or sitting in her father's lap. But as she developed and grew, her new mental faculties created new locked doors in her mind. Her conclusions were drawn on her own observations of the patents of the asylum, in conjuction with her father's words. At the age of fifteen, she would still sit in his lap and listen to him. The difference was, when once he would read her poems and stories, he now shard his thoughts on life and death, and of humans themselves. He painted them as he saw them - cruel, uncaring, nothing more than self-aware animals. To him, and therefore to his daughter, they were only kept civil by means of order and laws. When those collapsed, he said, peope killed others and killed themselves. He told her of the wars started by people, the deaths of innocent people caused by mankind, and he told her of the injustices he himself had gone through as a misunderstood and tormented social outcast.
And then the asylum went through a budget cut. The patients that were "stable" enough to leave - that group including Arachne - were kicked out. They were too expensive to feed and care for, after all. The staff members that helped raise Osirus were fired - those that the girl cared a great deal about. And of course, the final brick of the building which was that blonde girl had been placed. She threw tantrums, she screamed and cried and cut her wrists. Eventually, she was shipped off to her new home at Ravenwood at the age of 18. She takes full pleasure in being a mystery. Her disorder is equal parts nature and nurture, though there has been a names slapped onto part of it - borderline personality disorder, the closest fit to her behavior. It has the "moodswings" down pat, and the dissociation, but her upbringing definitely has its own effects.[/ul][/size][/ul]
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TEMPLATE CREATED BY TSU DOLL OF ON THE EDGE.
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