Post by taillefer idris fyodorova on Oct 11, 2012 10:27:41 GMT -5
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RESPONDS TO: Tai, Tally, Lee.
AGE: Twenty.
BIRTHDATE: November 13th, 1991.
GENDER: Female.
ORIENTATION: Lesbian.
WARD: Physical.
DIAGNOSIS: Healing Factor.
CLAIMS TO BE: Allison Mack.
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She thoroughly enjoys photography and it’s the one thing that really keeps her sane. If the asylum took away her camera, or her computer, she would truly freak out. She surrounds herself with music and pictures, covering her walls with old photographs of friends, trying to remember the happier times that did happen once upon a time. Tai spends most of her time either taking pictures, writing stories on her computer or reading books. She tries to live the most normal life she can manage whenever she can do, ignoring the majority of the rest of the compound as much as she can until she’s forced to interact with them. The best time to interact with her is out in the grounds. She’s always calmed by the beauty of nature.
If you anger her, you’d better run. She’ll scream at you till her throat is sore, even punch you if she can manage it. If she doesn’t like you, she’ll most likely never like you. Much like the majority of the staff. She loathes the staff, fighting against all of them. She refuses to believe they are helping her, as she isn’t stupid enough to fall for it. She fights and bites, never giving in until she’s given a shot. Despite liking the pain of the cutting, she hates being given injections. If she causes the pain, she likes it to a degree. She prefers to be in control her pain. If someone else is, she loathes it and fights against it.
In some instances, she can seem rather naive to the true goings on in the world. In others, she'll actually appear very mature. Since youth, she's always had some sort of mature air about her, despite all the childish acts she's done. She tends to be quite an average person, but it's pretty obvious at first glance that there is a certain, twisted darkness too her. She doesn't like to conform, often having brightly coloured hair or dressing in the strangest way, usually with a gothic or tomboyish hint to her outfits.
REACTIONS: Depression runs in the Dobbs family. Always has done, always will do. No matter how many generations pass by, it never seems to disappear, never waivers from the genetics. So, it’s unsurprising that Taillefer Dobbs inherited the mental trouble when she was born. For the first few months of her life, she was a sickly baby; yellow and puny, spending most of her waking hours in a machine just to keep her breathing. Her mother was distraught, but the family fought on despite their baby’s ill health. In due time, she managed to heal and her tiny body grew slowly but steadily.
Over time, the skinny little baby who was quiet as an angel became a chubby little thing that went from sweet to the devil at the age of six years. Her attitude change and she suddenly seemed to lose her grasp on good and evil, right and wrong. She began to steal from other people’s houses, even began to snatch food from her parents cupboards. The family just put it down to bad behaviour in the early years, but it continued on through to her early teens and even into her lates, but only in the form of food and money.
From very early on, she obviously had the family depression. But she was also diagnosed with mild Asperger’s syndrome and eventually dyspraxia, later in life. Her mood swings were awful, and depression in high school became worse. She began to swap between comfort eating and eating nothing at all, damaging herself whenever her moods dipped or she upset another member of the family. It was her way of disciplining herself, injuring herself for hurting others. Really, it should have discouraged her from hurting others, but instead it made her turn in on herself.
She rapidly became a shy, inverted individual, preferring her own company and that of the other outcasts in her ninth, tenth and eleventh years. It was around the age of fifteen that her comfort eating was dropped and she was introduced to a new form of self harm – cutting – as well as the world of homosexuality. It began with a friend cutting and soon Tai picked up on the habit, starting out by trying to escape a sex-ed class by forcing herself to bleed. She was unsuccessfully, but the need to cut had begun.
It started on the left arm, then came to the calves and legs and even her chest. As time went on, her cutting became deeper and more hazardous, and her lust to see blood grew. Her confidence dipped further when she was thrown out of sixth form college, before more drama a year later when a friend committed the ultimate betrayal, raping her, causing her to attempt suicide. Before another problem came two years later in the form of a bike accident that shattered her left arm, battered her right elbow and bruised her knee. She was left with a reminded in the form of a steel plate and a large scar on her left underarm.
At the time of the accident, she was dating her friend proper girlfriend, Helen. Who in turn added to her problems, constantly breaking off the relationship then resealing it, damaging Taillefer every time. After discovering Helen had been cheating on her and had even become pregnant in the two years they’d been together and not told her, Taillefer broke down. She was on the straight and narrow back to sanity, but the break up tipped her over the edge. She became angry and violent, sinking deeper into herself just as her confidence had begun to return.
Her family couldn’t cope. With very few decent places to turn to in England, they shipped Taillefer over to America and to Chaspel heights, but not before her friend Diana fought against it. Diana tried her best to fight to keep Taillefer out of the asylum, knowing she could help her. She even moved to America and finished her job, purely to keep an on her. Diana was determined to get her out.
When she arrived at Chaspel Heights, Taillefer quickly became aware that something wasn’t right. Upon being told of her true reasoning for being there and the fact that she would never leave, she panicked. She couldn’t contact Diana and her family wouldn’t listen to her anyway. They’d sent her there, after all. They knew she’d do anything to get out. Anything. Before her first injection, she to tried to commit suicide once more; she sliced up her wrists, desperate to die rather than remain in the compound. But they caught her in time, they saved her.
She was injected with a physical mutation; the ability to heal herself at will. But the testing was still in the early stages and something went wrong. It mutated in her bloodstream. Instead of allowing her body to heal when she wished her, her body healed itself whenever it wanted. So if she cut, it healed in minutes. And if she tried suicide, it was almost impossible. It was a sick punishment, a saving that forced to continue living even when she didn’t want to. It worked in the asylum’s favour, meaning less of an eye had to be kept on the harmer. She cut more often, but it healed constantly and drove her almost to her wits end.
It also allowed for her to be used not only by the other inmates, but by the staff. She could be beaten constantly, and no one would ever know, because the proof would merely vanish. Despite only being in the asylum for a short time, she’s already made a name for herself. She’s not just sitting down and going crazy, she’s rebelling. She’s trying to climb the electric fences, she’s trying to stab her way out – she wants to escape. And she’s smart. She knows she’ll manage it eventually, but for now, she’s trying her best to avoid the constant unyielding punishment within the cellar. In order to try and occupy her, she’s been offered (but not yet given) a young dog which the staff hope will keep her from escaping, but also so they can use it against her if she tries to run. She can heal herself, but not the dog and Taillefer hates seeing anything or anyone that isn't herself harmed. They're going to test her by showing her that if she does wrong, woof woof gets hurt, then she'll give in and conform. Well, that's the idea at least.[/ul]
• Diana Zlatan – Best friend.
• Anorra Dobbs - Mother.
• Stefan Dobbs – Father.
• Loren Dobbs – Older Sister.
• Kavan Dobbs – Younger Brother. [/ul]
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From Catastrophe as Toothless.
One step, two steps - counting rail lines in the snow; three steps, four steps then she walked a little more. It wasn’t rare for Toothless to wander. While Vera harbour was still somewhat new to her and some of the areas still undiscovered, she commonly got bored with the views of the town from her little window. She’d taken residence in an abandoned building on a back alley street, where the houses were so close that she seemed to have been shoved into the smallest holes and squashed tightly into lines so more could fit on a row. They all merged and it was almost impossible to tell which house started where without looking at the front doors. Rows were crammed close together too, forging little alleys between groups of houses. The view wasn’t fabulous from her little home, but the closeness of the building meant that the harsh, cold winds struggled to infiltrate the mighty fort of houses, keeping her own little place snug as a bug.
It wasn’t brilliantly interesting though, staring at the back end of a house all day long. Sitting inside four walls drove her to the point of insanity and no amount of warmth could keep her there for long. Not many dogs entered her temporary home wishing for company or a chat, and there was even less to eat, so the crossbred female had taken it upon herself to find her own company – alongside something new for dinner. Rats, mice and other furry little things were becoming boring. And the old fridge that sat down in the basement was empty of all things edible now. Something new was needed; something like a rabbit, or hell, even some fish. Now that, she would have killed for.
A four legged canine would have been okay hunting in the snow. But Toothless something struggled in the summer months, nevermind in a foot of snow. On a normal day in average weather, she could chase at a fair speed for a good few minutes before tiring, but in the snow, walking alone was hard work. And while the views beyond the city were beautiful, she found herself concentrating more on keeping herself from falling over in the cold white stuff. She’d set off somewhat earlier in the day on her little quest for dinner, but already, she was a fair distance out of familiar territory and darkness was on it’s way. The evening sun was setting, leaving her with very little light and even less heat.
So, it was quite a relief when she finally spotted the train station up ahead. The tracks had kept her from drifting too far, though they were slippery and uneven – half hidden beneath the snow. Yet, they had managed to do their job. She’d still not eaten though and as she struggled up the steps, her stomach begun to growl. Poor visibility and a less than tempting chill would mean she would miss her meal tonight. At least she’d had an adventure. Dinner could be tomorrow’s problem.
She gave the door of the old place a nudge and it opened quite willingly, hinges half ready to break. There wasn't a lot inside; just a couple of overturned chairs and knackered up benches. Certainly nothing comfortable. There were one or two other doors to try, but the first seemed the best option as she stepped through into a small ticket office. The shutters were down, hopefully halting any breeze that might try to sneak in, and the closeness of the four walls mean that the heat was kept in. Alongside that, several coats hung from a rack on the wall, all of which seemed particularly comfy. She took them – one at a time – between her teeth, ripping the labels and necks till they fell to the ground, at which point she promptly dragged them beneath the desk and made her own little nest of clothing.
It wasn’t brilliantly comfortable, but it was better than wood floors. Curling up in her makeshift bed, she didn’t try to sleep but merely laid her head upon the ground, keeping her eyes upon the door to spot any intruders. While physically she was exhausted, her mind was still buzzing a little, so she wouldn’t be all that tired for a while.
It was going to be a long night.
[/td][td]From Catastrophe as Toothless.
One step, two steps - counting rail lines in the snow; three steps, four steps then she walked a little more. It wasn’t rare for Toothless to wander. While Vera harbour was still somewhat new to her and some of the areas still undiscovered, she commonly got bored with the views of the town from her little window. She’d taken residence in an abandoned building on a back alley street, where the houses were so close that she seemed to have been shoved into the smallest holes and squashed tightly into lines so more could fit on a row. They all merged and it was almost impossible to tell which house started where without looking at the front doors. Rows were crammed close together too, forging little alleys between groups of houses. The view wasn’t fabulous from her little home, but the closeness of the building meant that the harsh, cold winds struggled to infiltrate the mighty fort of houses, keeping her own little place snug as a bug.
It wasn’t brilliantly interesting though, staring at the back end of a house all day long. Sitting inside four walls drove her to the point of insanity and no amount of warmth could keep her there for long. Not many dogs entered her temporary home wishing for company or a chat, and there was even less to eat, so the crossbred female had taken it upon herself to find her own company – alongside something new for dinner. Rats, mice and other furry little things were becoming boring. And the old fridge that sat down in the basement was empty of all things edible now. Something new was needed; something like a rabbit, or hell, even some fish. Now that, she would have killed for.
A four legged canine would have been okay hunting in the snow. But Toothless something struggled in the summer months, nevermind in a foot of snow. On a normal day in average weather, she could chase at a fair speed for a good few minutes before tiring, but in the snow, walking alone was hard work. And while the views beyond the city were beautiful, she found herself concentrating more on keeping herself from falling over in the cold white stuff. She’d set off somewhat earlier in the day on her little quest for dinner, but already, she was a fair distance out of familiar territory and darkness was on it’s way. The evening sun was setting, leaving her with very little light and even less heat.
So, it was quite a relief when she finally spotted the train station up ahead. The tracks had kept her from drifting too far, though they were slippery and uneven – half hidden beneath the snow. Yet, they had managed to do their job. She’d still not eaten though and as she struggled up the steps, her stomach begun to growl. Poor visibility and a less than tempting chill would mean she would miss her meal tonight. At least she’d had an adventure. Dinner could be tomorrow’s problem.
She gave the door of the old place a nudge and it opened quite willingly, hinges half ready to break. There wasn't a lot inside; just a couple of overturned chairs and knackered up benches. Certainly nothing comfortable. There were one or two other doors to try, but the first seemed the best option as she stepped through into a small ticket office. The shutters were down, hopefully halting any breeze that might try to sneak in, and the closeness of the four walls mean that the heat was kept in. Alongside that, several coats hung from a rack on the wall, all of which seemed particularly comfy. She took them – one at a time – between her teeth, ripping the labels and necks till they fell to the ground, at which point she promptly dragged them beneath the desk and made her own little nest of clothing.
It wasn’t brilliantly comfortable, but it was better than wood floors. Curling up in her makeshift bed, she didn’t try to sleep but merely laid her head upon the ground, keeping her eyes upon the door to spot any intruders. While physically she was exhausted, her mind was still buzzing a little, so she wouldn’t be all that tired for a while.
It was going to be a long night.
FEMALE
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