Post by ricketts on Feb 25, 2010 12:59:57 GMT -5
Hi, my name is Tichy and this is my second character. I found this site through the admins. Something you should know about me is I'm Batman.
Canon: 'The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde' novella by Robert Louis Stevenson.
Custom Title: Edward Hyde
PHYSICAL
Age: Twenty four
Gender: Male
Appearance: Average height, boyish look about him. Big, sad eyes. Has a fair complexion and a clear brightness of skin. His hair is a long-ish dark mop.
Height: 5'9
Body: Thin, tall
Other distinguishing features: His eye colour has changed before from his usual dreamy blue to an amber red. This is due to a case of complete Heterochromia, the result of a lack of melanin (a pigment). This was caused by a being hit in the face as a child.
Wardrobe: Unconsciously chooses clothes that will attract the least attention - such as faded jeans or dull hued shirts/tees/cardigans. Arousing no interest or curiosity, just as he prefers. Has a non-hooded parka for the outdoors.[/ul]
Play By: Cillian Murphy
PERSONALITY
General personality: HENRY JEKYL; A guarded, sweet and sedate young man - who suffers a dangerous case of DID (Dissociative Identity Disorder) which causes him to flicker between two contrasting identities. Values truth and goodness, even though the two were used against him at his hearing. He is kind and well-meaning, but with a dampened faith in humanity. Lacks any confidence in himself and is reluctant to let people get close to him, at risk of becoming in danger by him. Afraid of feeling any emotion akin to rage, anger, ire .. etc, because if not controlled can make him slip involuntarily into Edward Hyde.
EDWARD HYDE; Cruel, insane and extremely dangerous are generally the portions of his total makeup. Devoid of any compassion or charity for man kind. For anything. Takes on Henry's entire persona with an indefinably evil and horrific difference. Is generally civilized in his interactions with others, which is all apart of his front as Henry which he uses to lure unsuspecting victims. Has a mind only to damage, destruct and kill. Is not only violent, can cunningly manipulate.
Quotes, frequently used expressions:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Strengths: Hard-worker. His kindness, it makes him pleasant and likable. Has a gentle and sweet sense of humour.
Weaknesses: As a result of an abusive upbringing and a lack of childhood nurturing, he is meek. Lacks confidence, and as a child his awareness of good and bad, right and wrong, was split off and he had trouble telling them apart. This contributed to the identity and behaviour of Edward Hyde. After a spell as Hyde, Henry suffers the following signs and symptoms; severe memory loss, depression, unexplainable headaches and other body pains, distortion or loss of subjective time and derealization. When at risk of splitting into Hyde, he can go between multiple mannerisms, auditory hallucinations of the other personality and sudden anger without justified cause.
BACKGROUND
Family: None. Abandoned at birth.
Date of Birth: Born in 1987, but the actual day is a mystery. Goes by the 25th May.
Education: Wanted to goto school, but was never sent. Was poorly educated at the orphanage, and then pulled out when he saw sentenced. Barely coached at the 'loony bin' - as he called it. Cannot properly read or write. Hyde, on the other hand, somehow gained instant literacy and can read and write fluently, with very neat hand writing too. This is one of the differences that can be noticed between Henry and Hyde.
Occupation:Store attendant/counter cashier/barman.
Worst past experience: Every memory he has is just a crumb in a bitter cake, but the cherry on top was losing years of his freedom because of something Hyde had done.
Best past experience: Life only began to take an upward turn when Henry left Ireland after being discharged from the institution. He decided to get away, far away, and start a new life where no-one knew him. Or what he was capable of.
Image: To the eye looking in, Henry is a sweet and softly-spoken boy with a dear little Irish accent.
History: Though he doesn't know, Henry is actually the result of a rape. His mother, a teenaged school girl, was attacked by an unrelenting, older man - Henry's father. He was never caught.
The un-named girl, when it was discovered she was pregnant, was sent to a Mother and Baby hostel in Dooney Rock. She ran away one night and on that night, she gave birth unassisted in the nearby woods. She covered the baby in branches and twigs, hiding him, and then disappeared, leaving him to die.
That orphanage. He never learnt its name. It was just, 'that orphanage'. The earliest actual account of Henry, was a teenage boy finding him crying on the treadpath. The agad boy took the baby, put him in his car, and drove him to the only orphanage he knew, in Douglas. An un-named, the uppermost (who Henry came to know as 'The Bastardess' come teenhood) named him after the boy who dropped him off. Namesake Jekyll, who knew the origin of that one.
Now some people watch movies and see orphans, perky little curly-haired kids in these public institutions for care and protection. Making life-long friends and then getting adopted by some perfect family with a big house and a dog. Only in movies. That particular place was zero tolerance - one wrong move and you would be sorry, and Henry wasn't the child prodigy they wanted him to be. His flaws and innocent mistakes - little things like not wanting to eat his potatoes or wearing holes in his shoes like little boys do - were always punishable by a sharp clip-round. Or being thrown around the room. It depended on the mood of The Bastardess. Henry could have been a confident, shining boy, but with such an upbringing it gave him mixed signals. What was right? What was wrong? He started to develop multiple mannerisms, attitudes and beliefs that were not similar to each other and spells of depression. It grew as he did, developing as he was. With the added bullying from the other orphans which made Henry become withdrawn and reclusive, the final make-up of a madman materialized. Edward Hyde was born.
The first time the darker side of Henry made his presence known was at seventeen, when a slightly younger boy who was a long-time harassee of Henrys', went in for a go. Normally, Henry would have just took it, sighed, and gone somewhere for a while to lick his wounds. But this time, he snapped. Violently. The bully snapped too, but not in the same way. Hyde broke his arm and left a few good knaw marks all over his body. Though Henry remembered nothing afterwards, he was blamed and beaten. The same thing happened just a year later, when that same bully came back for his vengence. Only this time, when Hyde came out to play, he had murder in mind. Picking a fight in a kitchen with Edward Hyde, with cutlary like knives and butchering utensils at the ready, was not wise. In fact, it was deadly. A bloodbath ensued, and innocent Henry was immediately arrested for murder.
He was tried, but the court decided Henry was mentally unstable and submitted him to a psychiatric hospital in Fairview. For two years Henry the subject of psychogenic testing, scanning and endless pill-swallowing and when the third year came it seemed as though Hyde had been vanquished. Henry's condition was one of the most intense cases the hospital team had ever seen, and as a result he was forbidden from the central unit. He was kept in a ward that was severely high maintenance, if you call a hallway with a bed, sedative drip and a padded room at the ready a ward. When he turned twenty-one he discharged himself from the institutional unit and decided to get as far away from the last five years as possible, and erase Hyde completely. Henry has now been living in New York City for the last year - getting his own apartment and a nice little job, also taking stabilizing pills every morning. Edward Hyde has been forced into sleeping, and that angers him. He'll wait inside Henry, building up his hot rage and murderous insanity - until the time comes when he can finally release himself again.
THE SAMPLE
In Character Sample:
(This takes place five years before Henry left Ireland for New York, back when he was eighteen. Envision the Judge as a Judge Judy type or something lol)
The accused stood head down, as a prisoner behind the bar. Drawing in spasmodic lungfuls of air through cracked and swollen lips. Petrified. Long before, being thrust into yet another dirty, stained casing having ripped to ribbons the last to restrain him in his frenzied flight. Across his chest from shoulder to shoulder, his arms crossed in a way that binded him, the straps so tight it attested to the needle-sharp viciousness of a thorn bush, digging into his skin. With each tortured breath he winced, as drops of sweat ran down, throat burning like acid and eyes red at their corners.
Directly before him loomed the forbidding northern boundary of the Judge and jury. Unconsciously he strained his ears, then shuddered at the noises that issued from the noisome wilderness of crowds. The Judge was looking down at him, as were the jury - but they didn't have that silence in their faces. They were uttering into each others ears, about him. Baying like bloodhounds. Quiet fell over the court.
'How old are you, Henry Jekyll?' She said, heartless voice carving a new niche of fear into him. What was he, an animal; to be hunted down as a sport? Tears of self-pity welled to his eyes.
'E-Eighteen.'
'Eighteen,' Then, silence. What drama of life and death was being played out in the perpetual shadows of her mind? 'And why is it you're crying?'
He didn't answer, trembling like a leaf clinging to the branch as a breeze tried to carry it away. He felt himself sweating under the hot binds of the nut-coat. His blistered calloused palms; the broken nails. The spiderwork of scratches on his face.
'Shouldn't the deceased have more reason to cry, Mr. Jekyll?' The Judge continued when he did not. 'He was weeks from being your age himself, and now he'll never see eighteen. Why is that?'
Henry pulled back his shoulders and reluctantly titled his head up toward her. The tall room still hummed and vibrated with the dying echoes of the jury. ''Cause he's dead.'
'Mm-hmm, that's right.' She shuffled her papers before herself and sighed heavily. Her chair creaked protestingly as she shifted her bulk and looked down at him again.
A sob broke up from his throat. 'I .. I didn't kill him ... '
'Don't insult my intelligence, Mr. Jekyll.' Her sharpened tone made Henry even more uncomfortable, worrying his lower lip with his teeth. 'You were found blood-caked with the corpse. You're even scratched from the scuffle - '
He interrupted the Judge, 'But that wasn't me! Hyde .. it was Hyde who killed him! I tried to stop him .. '
'Who's Hyde?' She mused aloud.
A lawyer that had been designated to the tribunal stood to his feet, 'The defendant is suspected to be a schizophrentic, your honour. Or something along that scent.'
'I see,' It did not bleed any sympathy from the Judge, who gave a nod to that lawyer, looked down at her papers, then to Henry again, pursing her lips with impatience. 'Has the jury reached a verdict?'
The jury, which consisted of a handful of people Henry did not know, were sitting in a cluster together in a sidelong bench. They had been given a fifteen minute recess after the endless first trial to decide Henry's fate. Just what did they know about him, he was afterall just some flake in their eyes. He fought to close his mind and drift back down into the darkness of peace and forgetting, but contrarily the present marched in review before his consciousness. One of them stood, 'We have, your honour.'
For Henry there was a long period of excruciating darkness, of peace, of remembering, his mind clawing upward toward consciousness. Evil, evil silence. The fear and uncertainty were with him again - nagging, nibbling, gnawing at his racing heart. 'We find the defendant, Henry Jekyll, guilty of manslaughter.'
The Judge was quick to follow. 'Henry Jeykll. This court has come to the deduction that you're of unsound mind. Instead of sending you to jail, I'm sending you to St. Vincent's Psychiatric Hospital in Fairview and there you will be diagnosed and treated. You will be released when you're sane enough to rejoin society.' She brought down the hammer, 'Case dismissed!'
A brilliant burst of noise like a thousand sky rockets seemed to go off in his head. His heart shrieked like an animal in agony, then a tear rolled down his cheek, bathed in perspiration. Henry felt someone jostle his shoulders, and pull him to his feet. He let himself be lead away by two wardens, just two this time - it had taken almost eight to remove him from the crime scene, as he basked in his own shock. So that was it, not only was he a murderer, but he had an 'unsound mind' now. Unsound mind, just their softcore way of saying 'lunatic'. Lunatic. Headcase. Looney. As Henry's head cleared he opened his eyes, slowly. A blur of shadows and light shimmering indistinctly as he realised he was being steadily marched out of the courtroom and into the long, white hallway, then suddenly like the picture on a visiophone the blurs coalesced and formed a clear image, and everything was normal again, the fear still hovering close, but pushed back for the time being.
With his head bowed, he let the wardens take him away.
Henry Jekyll
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| Middle Class |
Canon: 'The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde' novella by Robert Louis Stevenson.
Custom Title: Edward Hyde
PHYSICAL
Age: Twenty four
Gender: Male
Appearance: Average height, boyish look about him. Big, sad eyes. Has a fair complexion and a clear brightness of skin. His hair is a long-ish dark mop.
Height: 5'9
Body: Thin, tall
Other distinguishing features: His eye colour has changed before from his usual dreamy blue to an amber red. This is due to a case of complete Heterochromia, the result of a lack of melanin (a pigment). This was caused by a being hit in the face as a child.
Wardrobe: Unconsciously chooses clothes that will attract the least attention - such as faded jeans or dull hued shirts/tees/cardigans. Arousing no interest or curiosity, just as he prefers. Has a non-hooded parka for the outdoors.[/ul]
Play By: Cillian Murphy
PERSONALITY
General personality: HENRY JEKYL; A guarded, sweet and sedate young man - who suffers a dangerous case of DID (Dissociative Identity Disorder) which causes him to flicker between two contrasting identities. Values truth and goodness, even though the two were used against him at his hearing. He is kind and well-meaning, but with a dampened faith in humanity. Lacks any confidence in himself and is reluctant to let people get close to him, at risk of becoming in danger by him. Afraid of feeling any emotion akin to rage, anger, ire .. etc, because if not controlled can make him slip involuntarily into Edward Hyde.
EDWARD HYDE; Cruel, insane and extremely dangerous are generally the portions of his total makeup. Devoid of any compassion or charity for man kind. For anything. Takes on Henry's entire persona with an indefinably evil and horrific difference. Is generally civilized in his interactions with others, which is all apart of his front as Henry which he uses to lure unsuspecting victims. Has a mind only to damage, destruct and kill. Is not only violent, can cunningly manipulate.
Quotes, frequently used expressions:
Likes:
- Keeping busy
- Being of use. Will jump at the chance of helping someone else
- Sleep - it lets him forget
Dislikes:
- Being the centre of attention
- Hallucinations
- Being called crazy
Strengths: Hard-worker. His kindness, it makes him pleasant and likable. Has a gentle and sweet sense of humour.
Weaknesses: As a result of an abusive upbringing and a lack of childhood nurturing, he is meek. Lacks confidence, and as a child his awareness of good and bad, right and wrong, was split off and he had trouble telling them apart. This contributed to the identity and behaviour of Edward Hyde. After a spell as Hyde, Henry suffers the following signs and symptoms; severe memory loss, depression, unexplainable headaches and other body pains, distortion or loss of subjective time and derealization. When at risk of splitting into Hyde, he can go between multiple mannerisms, auditory hallucinations of the other personality and sudden anger without justified cause.
BACKGROUND
Family: None. Abandoned at birth.
Date of Birth: Born in 1987, but the actual day is a mystery. Goes by the 25th May.
Education: Wanted to goto school, but was never sent. Was poorly educated at the orphanage, and then pulled out when he saw sentenced. Barely coached at the 'loony bin' - as he called it. Cannot properly read or write. Hyde, on the other hand, somehow gained instant literacy and can read and write fluently, with very neat hand writing too. This is one of the differences that can be noticed between Henry and Hyde.
Occupation:
Worst past experience: Every memory he has is just a crumb in a bitter cake, but the cherry on top was losing years of his freedom because of something Hyde had done.
Best past experience: Life only began to take an upward turn when Henry left Ireland after being discharged from the institution. He decided to get away, far away, and start a new life where no-one knew him. Or what he was capable of.
Image: To the eye looking in, Henry is a sweet and softly-spoken boy with a dear little Irish accent.
History: Though he doesn't know, Henry is actually the result of a rape. His mother, a teenaged school girl, was attacked by an unrelenting, older man - Henry's father. He was never caught.
The un-named girl, when it was discovered she was pregnant, was sent to a Mother and Baby hostel in Dooney Rock. She ran away one night and on that night, she gave birth unassisted in the nearby woods. She covered the baby in branches and twigs, hiding him, and then disappeared, leaving him to die.
That orphanage. He never learnt its name. It was just, 'that orphanage'. The earliest actual account of Henry, was a teenage boy finding him crying on the treadpath. The agad boy took the baby, put him in his car, and drove him to the only orphanage he knew, in Douglas. An un-named, the uppermost (who Henry came to know as 'The Bastardess' come teenhood) named him after the boy who dropped him off. Namesake Jekyll, who knew the origin of that one.
Now some people watch movies and see orphans, perky little curly-haired kids in these public institutions for care and protection. Making life-long friends and then getting adopted by some perfect family with a big house and a dog. Only in movies. That particular place was zero tolerance - one wrong move and you would be sorry, and Henry wasn't the child prodigy they wanted him to be. His flaws and innocent mistakes - little things like not wanting to eat his potatoes or wearing holes in his shoes like little boys do - were always punishable by a sharp clip-round. Or being thrown around the room. It depended on the mood of The Bastardess. Henry could have been a confident, shining boy, but with such an upbringing it gave him mixed signals. What was right? What was wrong? He started to develop multiple mannerisms, attitudes and beliefs that were not similar to each other and spells of depression. It grew as he did, developing as he was. With the added bullying from the other orphans which made Henry become withdrawn and reclusive, the final make-up of a madman materialized. Edward Hyde was born.
The first time the darker side of Henry made his presence known was at seventeen, when a slightly younger boy who was a long-time harassee of Henrys', went in for a go. Normally, Henry would have just took it, sighed, and gone somewhere for a while to lick his wounds. But this time, he snapped. Violently. The bully snapped too, but not in the same way. Hyde broke his arm and left a few good knaw marks all over his body. Though Henry remembered nothing afterwards, he was blamed and beaten. The same thing happened just a year later, when that same bully came back for his vengence. Only this time, when Hyde came out to play, he had murder in mind. Picking a fight in a kitchen with Edward Hyde, with cutlary like knives and butchering utensils at the ready, was not wise. In fact, it was deadly. A bloodbath ensued, and innocent Henry was immediately arrested for murder.
He was tried, but the court decided Henry was mentally unstable and submitted him to a psychiatric hospital in Fairview. For two years Henry the subject of psychogenic testing, scanning and endless pill-swallowing and when the third year came it seemed as though Hyde had been vanquished. Henry's condition was one of the most intense cases the hospital team had ever seen, and as a result he was forbidden from the central unit. He was kept in a ward that was severely high maintenance, if you call a hallway with a bed, sedative drip and a padded room at the ready a ward. When he turned twenty-one he discharged himself from the institutional unit and decided to get as far away from the last five years as possible, and erase Hyde completely. Henry has now been living in New York City for the last year - getting his own apartment and a nice little job, also taking stabilizing pills every morning. Edward Hyde has been forced into sleeping, and that angers him. He'll wait inside Henry, building up his hot rage and murderous insanity - until the time comes when he can finally release himself again.
THE SAMPLE
In Character Sample:
(This takes place five years before Henry left Ireland for New York, back when he was eighteen. Envision the Judge as a Judge Judy type or something lol)
The accused stood head down, as a prisoner behind the bar. Drawing in spasmodic lungfuls of air through cracked and swollen lips. Petrified. Long before, being thrust into yet another dirty, stained casing having ripped to ribbons the last to restrain him in his frenzied flight. Across his chest from shoulder to shoulder, his arms crossed in a way that binded him, the straps so tight it attested to the needle-sharp viciousness of a thorn bush, digging into his skin. With each tortured breath he winced, as drops of sweat ran down, throat burning like acid and eyes red at their corners.
Directly before him loomed the forbidding northern boundary of the Judge and jury. Unconsciously he strained his ears, then shuddered at the noises that issued from the noisome wilderness of crowds. The Judge was looking down at him, as were the jury - but they didn't have that silence in their faces. They were uttering into each others ears, about him. Baying like bloodhounds. Quiet fell over the court.
'How old are you, Henry Jekyll?' She said, heartless voice carving a new niche of fear into him. What was he, an animal; to be hunted down as a sport? Tears of self-pity welled to his eyes.
'E-Eighteen.'
'Eighteen,' Then, silence. What drama of life and death was being played out in the perpetual shadows of her mind? 'And why is it you're crying?'
He didn't answer, trembling like a leaf clinging to the branch as a breeze tried to carry it away. He felt himself sweating under the hot binds of the nut-coat. His blistered calloused palms; the broken nails. The spiderwork of scratches on his face.
'Shouldn't the deceased have more reason to cry, Mr. Jekyll?' The Judge continued when he did not. 'He was weeks from being your age himself, and now he'll never see eighteen. Why is that?'
Henry pulled back his shoulders and reluctantly titled his head up toward her. The tall room still hummed and vibrated with the dying echoes of the jury. ''Cause he's dead.'
'Mm-hmm, that's right.' She shuffled her papers before herself and sighed heavily. Her chair creaked protestingly as she shifted her bulk and looked down at him again.
A sob broke up from his throat. 'I .. I didn't kill him ... '
'Don't insult my intelligence, Mr. Jekyll.' Her sharpened tone made Henry even more uncomfortable, worrying his lower lip with his teeth. 'You were found blood-caked with the corpse. You're even scratched from the scuffle - '
He interrupted the Judge, 'But that wasn't me! Hyde .. it was Hyde who killed him! I tried to stop him .. '
'Who's Hyde?' She mused aloud.
A lawyer that had been designated to the tribunal stood to his feet, 'The defendant is suspected to be a schizophrentic, your honour. Or something along that scent.'
'I see,' It did not bleed any sympathy from the Judge, who gave a nod to that lawyer, looked down at her papers, then to Henry again, pursing her lips with impatience. 'Has the jury reached a verdict?'
The jury, which consisted of a handful of people Henry did not know, were sitting in a cluster together in a sidelong bench. They had been given a fifteen minute recess after the endless first trial to decide Henry's fate. Just what did they know about him, he was afterall just some flake in their eyes. He fought to close his mind and drift back down into the darkness of peace and forgetting, but contrarily the present marched in review before his consciousness. One of them stood, 'We have, your honour.'
For Henry there was a long period of excruciating darkness, of peace, of remembering, his mind clawing upward toward consciousness. Evil, evil silence. The fear and uncertainty were with him again - nagging, nibbling, gnawing at his racing heart. 'We find the defendant, Henry Jekyll, guilty of manslaughter.'
The Judge was quick to follow. 'Henry Jeykll. This court has come to the deduction that you're of unsound mind. Instead of sending you to jail, I'm sending you to St. Vincent's Psychiatric Hospital in Fairview and there you will be diagnosed and treated. You will be released when you're sane enough to rejoin society.' She brought down the hammer, 'Case dismissed!'
A brilliant burst of noise like a thousand sky rockets seemed to go off in his head. His heart shrieked like an animal in agony, then a tear rolled down his cheek, bathed in perspiration. Henry felt someone jostle his shoulders, and pull him to his feet. He let himself be lead away by two wardens, just two this time - it had taken almost eight to remove him from the crime scene, as he basked in his own shock. So that was it, not only was he a murderer, but he had an 'unsound mind' now. Unsound mind, just their softcore way of saying 'lunatic'. Lunatic. Headcase. Looney. As Henry's head cleared he opened his eyes, slowly. A blur of shadows and light shimmering indistinctly as he realised he was being steadily marched out of the courtroom and into the long, white hallway, then suddenly like the picture on a visiophone the blurs coalesced and formed a clear image, and everything was normal again, the fear still hovering close, but pushed back for the time being.
With his head bowed, he let the wardens take him away.
