Intense Character Profile|Stretch Yourself!

[ÉPONINE THÉNARDIER]

So, this is the application form for my other primary website. I'll set out my disclaimer here and now so that there's no confusion: THIS FORM AND CODE IS SOLELY THE WORK OF CHA ON HOGWARTS: THE ENCHANTED CURSE AND I OWN NONE OF IT!

Whew. Anyway! I modified some of it to be more generic toward characters, since this is intended for a Harry Potter AU RP. But other than that, it is all hers! The point of me posting this is that it is a beautifully extensive profile that helps develop multifaceted characters. The goal is to fill it out with 150 words or more in each field. It really makes you think about what your character look like, beyond blue eyes, and acts like, beyond 'rude.' So I encourage you to have at it and post it here when you're done! I warn you now, don't expect to get it all done in one sitting. It's huge!

Oh, and you'll need this links:

Personality Trait Chart
Quirk Chart

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[b]Academic Ability:[/b] How well does/did your character do in school?  What is their intelligence level? Remember no one is perfect! You need at least 150 word paragraph here.


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[b]Traits:[/b] Choose and define at least 5 traits from Personality Traits thread. Ideally we'd like you to choose and define all that apply to your character.

[i]Trait1Here.[/i]. Define the trait in regard to your character.  You need at least 150 word paragraph here.

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[i]Trait3Here.[/i].  You need at least 150 word paragraph here.

[i]Trait4Here.[/i].  You need at least 150 word paragraph here.

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[b]Quirks:[/b] Go to the Quirks thread in this board and choose any that apply to your character.  You may list or define these.

[b]General:[/b] Please write at least one solid paragraph writing a general personality description of your character.  You need at least 150 word paragraph here.

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[b]Country of Residency:[/b] Recall if your character is not around the New York area you need to explain why they are in New York in the History section.
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[b]History:[/b] You need at least FOUR 150 word paragraphs here.  Go into detail with your character's history.  Who are their parents, what was their family life like, what did they do in their life up to this point?  There is much you can write in this field, do not fear to go over board!

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Please provide a sample of at least 250 words.  This can be with the character you’re applying with or with another from a different site.

[ÉPONINE THÉNARDIER]

This is an example of a complete profile for my character Caitriona O'Keefe on H:TEC. I added the photo and lyrics and such, which you may do if you see fit. Recall, some of the code is slightly different because it is geared toward the Harry Potter AU roleplay.

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Caitriona O’Keefe

There's got to be more to life than chasing down every temporary high to satisfy me. Because the more that I'm tripping out thinking there must be more to life, well, there's life, but I'm sure there's got to be more.

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General

Name: Caitriona Felicity O’Keefe
Name Meaning:

[/i], Irish form of Greek Catherine, meaning "pure."
♠ Felicity: FEH-LISS-EH-TY, English form of Latin Felicia, meaning "fortunate, happy."
♠ O'Keefe: OH-KEYFF, Anglicized form of Irish surname O'Caoimh, meaning "descendant of the gentle one."[/ul]
Age: 15
Birthday: December 18th
Magical Blood-Type: Pureblood
Wand: Cypress, Doxy Wings, 12 inches, springy
Pets: At Hogwarts, a Blue Cream Colorpoint Shorthair cat named Dorian, her Guardian.

Magical/Academic Ability: Caitriona is a superb student. She excels in Transfiguration, Charms, Astronomy, and Potions, although she lacks interest in Herbology and doesn’t care to apply herself. She knows an immense amount of spells and her wand is especially good at hexes. Most of her spell casting and magical ability is mostly the result of her intensive tutoring that she received between the ages of four and ten. She didn’t necessarily cast them, as she didn’t have a wand, but she learned all about them, so when it came time for her to finally perform them, she did so with ease. School proved easy for her mostly, but she didn’t already know everything she was being taught. She is a good test-taker and will often volunteer in class before her classmates get a chance. It annoys them, but she really doesn’t care. Her studies are something she can bury herself in, and she won’t give that up just because some people are bothered by it.

Quidditch: Caitriona is actually a great Quidditch player, but she doesn’t really enjoy it. She’d rather not play and she mostly just sits and cheers for Slytherin in the band. That is, she cheers in her own way, which is to sit quietly and observe the game.[/blockquote]

Appearance

Eyes: Caitriona’s eyes are dark brown and round-shaped, with a slight bulge, but in a way that makes her eyes look intriguing, not ugly. They are not easy to interpret, because they often stay the same shade of deep brown. Sometimes, they look black. No one would call her eyes ‘doe eyes’ because they are too intense. They often seem like abysses of mystery and no one can really understand what’s going on in her mind by looking at them. She has extremely long black eyelashes that are thick and elegant. Her eyebrows are also dark brown and are long and sculpted. They are in no way scraggly, because she takes care to pluck them on a regular basis. They are positioned high up, and it often gives her a superior air, but this may also be because she’s always looking down her nose at people. It's a habit she picked up from her mother.

Hair: Trina has long, luxuriant dark brown hair. It is naturally thick and tightly curled, but she’s treated it to be gently wavy and sometimes she even straightens it. While it’s really dark brown, sometimes it looks black, which gives her a more gothic look. Most of the time it’s cut at medium length, but she occasionally wears extensions to make her hair fall down to her waist. She takes excellent care of her hair, and it never lacks that certain shine that seems to scream wealth. She wears it pinned up more often than not, but when she’s feeling particularly pretty, she wears it down. Her hair is part of her pride, and she loves styling it and teasing it into different looks. The one thing she hates about it is that when she gets up in the morning, it’s halo of frizzy disaster, and she has to take time to get it to looks the way she wants.


Attire: Caitriona has always had the best of the best when it comes to clothing. Her family is very wealthy, and she only needs to want something and then it’s hers. She has an impeccable taste in style and often sets trends of her own. She wears skinny jeans, leather jackets, and lots of accessories, but in a way that looks sophisticated, not rock star wannabe. She wears skirts, or rather dresses, as often as anything else. She tends to prefer grays, blacks, dark blues, browns, and other neutral colors, but she’ll sometimes wear shades of red and pink. Her favorite accessories are huge, clunky bangles and earrings, and she’ll often wear many rings on her fingers. Her favorite metallic is gold and her favorite gemstone is emerald. She won’t hesitate to incorporate these things into her everyday outfits to show off her wealth. It’s not like she has any lack of accessories, after all.

General: Trina has an enviable body. She is not tall, really, but average height. Her legs are long and slender, and she doesn’t have to work hard to maintain an amazing figure. She has a narrow frame, with tiny shoulders but a decent bust and hips. Even though she’s not tall, the proportions of her body make her seem so. Her arms are long and thin, as are her hands. Her skin tone is slightly tan, because her mother’s side of the family is Italian. Her face is heart-shaped, with a chin that sticks out a little and a small mouth with full lips. Her nose is actually rather blunt and downturned, but not in such a way that it looks odd. It suits her, like the rest of her features. She has a beauty mark just above her mouth on the right side of her face. She likes it. She thinks it gives her face extra character.

Personality

Traits:

Callous.. Trina is far removed from people in general. She doesn’t like to make relationships with other people because she’s afraid something awful will happen, as it has with others who’ve dared to befriend her in the past. She’s convinced that she’s a bad luck charm. Whether she avoids relationships with others to protect herself or to protect them is unclear, but she just doesn’t like to do it. She has no patience for people who try to befriend her and doesn’t really care for the everyday trifling matters that seem to break the hearts of other people. She knows what real pain is and doesn’t tolerate people who make mountains out of molehills. She really prefers to keep the company of the animals that she has the gift of communicating with. They don’t fuss with little emotional things. Their minds are less complex.

Cynical.. Caitriona doesn’t trust people easily. She’s misplaced trust before and the result was tragic. She doesn’t take people at face-value, even if that’s the only value they have. She’s convinced that every person has their dark side and she is not interested in provoking it. No one is as sweet or as innocent as they seem, or so she’s convinced herself. If given a decent motive, anyone can cause harm to another person. She didn’t exactly have anyone in her life to prove her wrong about this. After all, her sister betrayed her and attacked her best friend. It’s not the best example to show Trina that there’s anything good about humanity. Her cynicism is the belief that she holds close to her heart in order to protect herself. It’s not a very sunny outlook to have on humanity, but it’s the thing that she’s convinced herself is going to keep her safe above all others.

Fortitude.. Trina doesn’t let the everyday moments of life get to her. She doesn’t allow herself to be hurt easily, she doesn’t pay mind to the little things, and she doesn’t get stressed easily. Her past experiences, as tragic as they’ve been, have given her a thick skin and the ability to distinguish what is and what is not worth fussing about. She is also very tolerant of criticism against her because she was picked apart so frequently by her tutors growing up. However, she can have a vicious Irish temper if someone gets on her bad side. She will tear someone to shreds with little consideration for the long term effects. She also knows a great deal of useful hexes for the times when she loses control. This is a rare occurrence, though, and so she has little need for these useful skills of hers.

Meticulous.. A trait she inherited from her mother is high meticulousness. Anything less than perfection displeases her, and as nothing is perfect, obviously she is displeased most of the time. She tries herself to appear perfect and fails to recognize many of her own flaws. She will often redo essays two or three times before being content to hand it in for grading. She will not leave her dormitory without appearing her best. It’s just something she’s trained herself into, and she’s not about to change. Even though she can handle the criticism of others doesn’t mean that she actually likes being criticized, so she tries to reduce the number of reasons someone would want to criticize her. She wants to make the best impression she can at any given time, and she’ll do everything she possibly can to make sure this happens.

Narcissist.. Being a perfectionist, Caitriona expects nothing less of herself. In her eyes, she’s attained it, and she flaunts that fact daily. As stated above, she often fails to see her own obvious flaws. She will stop in the ladies’ room many times throughout the course of the day to primp and adjust her outfit. She has quite the highhanded opinion of herself and this is a fact that’s obvious to most of the student body. She knows that she’s beautiful and that she attracts the opposite sex, and she’s not averse to flirting on and off with those boys she deems equal to herself in appearance. Depending on the day, she might even lead boys on who have absolutely no chance of ever having a relationship with her. It’s kind of cold-blooded, and she’s aware of this, but being that way is part of the way she keeps herself from being emotional.

Pompous.. Caitriona is rich and has a bit of the spoiled-rich-girl syndrome. Indeed, she was spoiled growing up and her narcissism feeds her discriminatory view of those of a lesser class. She’s not totally heartless, of course, and she’ll take pity on some by deigning to speak to them, but she won’t typically associate with those who are not pureblooded and rich. This didn’t used to be a problem for her. She used to have no problem making friends with people who were mudbloods or halfbloods. But she suffered the consequences for this easy-going nature, and she’s since locked it away. She no longer socializes with those below her social class. This doesn’t make her very popular with those who don’t share her family’s opinion, but since Trina has no interest in making friends, she doesn’t really care how mudbloods and halfbloods think of her.

Likes:

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Quirks:

Accent.. It’s barely noticeable, but Caitriona speaks with a bit of an Irish brogue. It is faint because she trains with vocal trainers to make her speech proper and ‘untainted.’ Really she might as well be British, if it weren’t for the faintest bit of accent detectable when she speaks.

Musically Inclined.. Trina has had years of piano and harp training, and she excels at both instruments. She has a very distinct voice, too. It’s not a style usually appreciated by most, but it’s very jazzy and soulful. If she plays a jazz piece and sings with it, it’s quite the sound, and not in a bad way.

Remembrance Item.. No one in the world knows about this, but Caitriona has a doll that once belonged to her dear friend Eithne hidden in the bottom of her trunk. She rarely looks at it except when she’s the most emotionally distraught. Eithne was really the only friend Trina ever had, and Trina still feels a deep connection to this doll, even though it’s been years since Eithne died.

General:

Caitriona comes across as prideful and vain, and she sort of is. She was raised in a sheltered environment with tutors and her parents always telling her how wonderful she was. Being a Cargen, a witch or wizard born with the ability to mentally communicate with animals, she was hailed as a gifted child by all whom she saw on a regular basis. Her family has a history of being Cargens, but not every member or even every generation. The result of this praise and coddling growing up caused Caitriona to become very conceited and a bit obnoxious. She’s used to getting everything she wants, and she’s learned what to do in order to make sure that happens. Her pride isn’t completely unfounded, because she is very talented, academically and musically. Her resources growing up allowed her to become above average in pretty much everything.

Trina, however, is also very conflicted. She is capable of immense anger and bitterness, but also great love and compassion. The latter she has locked away in a part of herself that she dares not explore, because the last time she did, in ended in extreme heartache for her. She has great difficulty trusting people, even her family and some of her friends. She is so afraid of being hurt again that she can’t say honestly that she actively feels any love for anybody. There are moments when she can show her softer side, but this is strictly with people to whom she has a connection or if she’s communicating with animals. Her abilities as a Cargen are her most precious possessions, and she doesn’t make a habit of boasting about it, especially since the Lorists came. She’s gotten sick of explaining to people that she’s not a Lorist. She’ll spend time communicating with animals on her own, and her cat, Dorian, is her most trusted companion.

History

Country of Residency: Ireland
Nationality: Irish with some Italian heritage
Parents: Giulietta (Renaldo) O’Keefe and Donovan O’Keefe
Siblings: Tristan O’Keefe [28] and Siobhan O’Keefe [24 – deceased]
Other Family:

O'Keefes

Renaldos

History: Caitriona (whose name is pronounced like “Katrina”) Felicity O’Keefe was born to Donovan and Giulietta (Renaldo) O’Keefe on December 18th, 1998. She is the younger sister to Tristan O’Keefe, who is 12 years older, and Siobhan O’Keefe, who was eight years older. She had a good relationship with her brother when she was younger, but they’ve since grown apart for many reasons. Her relationship with Siobhan wasn’t nearly so good, however, and this would result in much guilt on Caitriona’s part later in life. Caitriona is called Kitty by her family as well as her friends, even though she doesn’t really like it. She actually sort of likes Trina instead. There are plenty of things about her life she doesn’t like and yet pretends to, beginning with her bloodline.

Both Donovan and Giulietta are from lines of purebloods centuries long. Her mother was actually part of a group of sisters known for their beauty (she was the middle of the five sisters: Severina, Dorotea, Giulietta, Adriana, and Violetta). Each family also inherited significant wealth, meaning that Caitriona, Siobhan, and Tristan were both brought up getting almost everything they wanted. Caitriona also has the remarkable gift of being born a Cargen, a witch or wizard who has a mental communication with animals. It’s very much like the Creature Lore, but with fewer limitations. She was tutored in this skill and other magical skills when she was growing up. Her connection with animals is as much a part of her as her fingers. She doesn’t know any other way, and besides, it’s a gift that has showed itself in her family on the O’Keefe side for many generations. It was much nurtured and pruned as soon as it was discovered that she shared the ability. Her cat, Dorian, is her animal Guardian. This gift, however, only contributed to pureblood prejudices of her whole family. Trina didn’t have any problem with these when she was a young child, but then she met Eithne, a girl who lived in the town outside her manor. The two got along really well, even though Siobhan constantly told her little sister not to hang out with Eithne. As it turned out, Eithne was a first-generation half blood. Trina didn’t understand what the problem was and so ignored her sister. Caitriona was nine years old when tragedy struck.

Siobhan was determined to prevent Caitriona from seeing Eithne anymore. Sharing her plans only with her father, Siobhan set out to dissuade Eithne from ever going near Caitriona again. She got together with her boyfriend Keagan and a few of his friends. Intending only to injure Eithne, the situation soon got out of Siobhan’s control. Keagan and his friends had partaken in far too much firewhiskey, and being pureblood radicals like their parents they went much too far when they attacked Eithne. To her credit, Siobhan tried to get them to stop, but they turned on her. Siobhan stepped in the path of the spell that would finish the young girl off, and while it was not a killing curse, she was flung through a window and the impact killed her. Eithne was left for dead as well.

Siobhan’s body was recovered the next day, since one of Keagan’s friends had drunkenly boasted about their escapade the night before. Eithne’s body was not there, but it was believed that she crawled away and died somewhere else. As she was only a half-blood, the effort to find her body was lacking to say the least. Caitriona was told the news by her mother, and Trina mourned the loss of both her sister and her best friend for weeks and weeks. Eventually her sorrow for her sister turned to anger, and she began to resent Siobhan’s memory. She took out her anger by writing hate letters to her sister, and it was years before Trina was able to recognize that her sister had tried to save Eithne in the end.

This event also made Trina question her parents’ pureblood fundamentalism and that of the rest of her peers. She knew, however, that if she allowed them to find out about these doubts, she might suffer the same fate as Siobhan and Eithne. She began to cultivate a mask to prevent people from seeing her disgust at what was happening around her. She tells herself that she hates everything about blood prejudice, but she obviously doesn’t hate it enough to behave otherwise. It’s so intensely built into her that she doesn’t really know how else to behave. Even when she doesn’t want to, she acts on her prejudices and only hangs out with purebloods. This causes a tremendous amount of inner conflict in her that she battles against every day.

RP Sample

Out of nowhere, Desirée suddenly had a free moment on her hands. She didn't have any homework to do, it was a weekend so there were no classes to attend, and the weather outside was slightly to mostly gloomy. With threatening dark clouds in the sky, the last thing the Hufflepuff girl wanted to do was go out and play Quidditch. She actually sort of dreaded next week's match against Ravenclaw, because it didn't seem like the weather would be clearing up any time soon. Now, Quidditch was the one time that Desi could care less what she looked like, but she still didn't like playing in the rain. It was so much harder to see, and the pelting rain and wind made her job as a Chaser that much harder. Still, she would play and just do the best she could, even though she would be dreading it nonetheless. Ravenclaw was her least favorite team to play for many reasons.

So after staring out the window in the second floor corridor, bemoaning the poor weather, she picked herself up and started heading back to her dorm. It was then that she caught a whiff of the lovely aroma that always floated around the Corner Café. Since she had no where better to be and nothing else really to do, she figured she would just go and get a coffee. She had a novel on her that she was working her way through. It was a fiction tale, and she appreciated the chance to delve into non-reality for a short time each day. While it didn't make real life better, it sure softened the blow sometimes. Desi had never been much for reading, maybe because it reminded her too much of school. However, when she got her hands on a particularly captivating piece, she found it hard to put down. Once, when she'd been working her way through a mystery, she'd been able to ignore Christienne for hours. Anyone who knew Desi's little sister would know what an extraordinary feat that was.

Desi reached the cafe and placed her mostly empty satchel at the feet of a wrought-metal chair that reminded her of those found at cafés all over France. She left her bag there, since there was evidently no one else around to take it, and went up to the counter. She ordered coffee, but the French way, made from a press instead of drip-brewed. It was slightly bitterer than coffee found in England, because the grounds remained in the bottom of the cup. Once her order was up, she added just a touch of sugar to sweeten the beverage. She sighed a bit as she stirred, waiting for it to cool enough to drink. She couldn't wait too long, of course; French press coffee was pretty much undrinkable after twenty minutes.

She flipped over a coin for the drink and went back to her seat, where crossed her legs, right over left, and bent over her book once more. She took an occasional sip of her coffee, finding it just right for her taste. Most of her friends couldn't stand the stuff, but it was, after all, an acquired taste. With one hand she pushed most of her hair over her left shoulder, the one facing the hallway. It fell loose today simply because Desi hadn't felt the motivation to do much with it; thankfully, it was behaving. She wore only a touch of makeup, just eyeliner and some mascara to make her blonde eyelashes show up. It felt nice not to be in her uniform or Quidditch gear for a change. She wore a lightweight skirt that fell at angles, complimenting her curves, but not in an overdone way. Her top was a solid polyester button-up, open a couple of buttons to show a silver necklace.

She was dressed for relaxation; she didn't like sweatpants except when working out. She just planned on spending the day quietly, enjoying her book and letting out pent-up stress that had built up over the week. Desi was so captivated by her book that she didn't notice someone had come up nearby. She jumped, nearly spilling the second half of her coffee, when that person coughed just slightly, as though to get her attention. She blinked, adjusting her vision from black and white to full color. She looked for the person who had interrupted her, and it wasn't long before her eyes landed on the one person with whom she would least like to talk to at that moment: Lucien Chevalier.

She took a deep breath before smiling noncommittally at him. “You sure know how to crash a party, Monsieur Chevalier,” she said, motioning around at the otherwise empty café. Now that she had addressed him, it was all too easy to turn back to her book and ignore him. That was what she most wanted to do. But now that she was one-on-one with the boy that had irritated her most in a quaint café that, excepting them, was otherwise vacant, she wasn't sure she could. In an attempt to pretend there was nothing awkward about the chance encounter, she watched him with raised eyebrows while she raised her cup to her lips and took a sip of quickly-turning-too-bitter coffee.

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(WIP)

henry jekyll/EDWARD HYDE

LET THE BODIES HIT THE FLOOR LET THE BODIES HIT THE FLOOR

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General

Name: Henry Jekyll
Age: Twenty-three
Birthday: True birthday is unknown. Goes by the stagedate of the 25th May
Blood-Type: AB Rh (D) Positive - a rare blood type.
Pets: A golden labrodor retriever called Colonel. Belonged to an elderly man that lived above Henry, he took the dog in when the man died.

Academic Ability: From the beginning, Henry never got the chance to be educated at a legit school. Based on the established accordance of the orphans' asylum, all children under institution were taught there and then. Learning basics, and all that. Like they thought every child without parents was a thicko. Learning the same thing - counting to ten then twenty and so on, the place was big on numeracy - and as Henry became a teenager he realised that he was severely undereducated. He didn't agree with the system at all, he wanted school. Proper school. For christs' sake he couldn't even read or write without squinting or taking long pauses. Though, while he was still considered a child he was made to keep to this painfully basic education, where numbers were everything and letters sat unused gathering dust. His plan was, when he turned eighteen and was legally an adult, he would goto a foundation college and catch up on some lost learning. But, things took a left-turn and his plans were trashed.

Appearance

Eyes: They are blue - but describing them so simply is like downgrading fine art. Henry's eyes are fascinating things, that unconsciously possess the power to charm and allure. Two qualities that Henry himself, is too modest to carry off. They are more than blue, they are a million different blues and greys that shine out with moon-like lustre. Like two big, sad orbs. When looking at Henry, the first thing people are bound to notice are his large, dreamy eyes. Yet, as the blue-beauties are reflecting upon there is another factor to consider - Henry's sleeping case of Heterochromia. Which is a condition affecting the eye colour based on a lack of a pigment called melanin. The condition causes Henry's eyes to change colour depending on his mood (in his case - rage), from his many blues to angry reds. Though, Henry has been taking pills for it for years and has managed to control is anger to the point where the condition is dormant. It was caused by being hit in the face repeatedly as a child.

Hair: Henry's hair is slightly longer than average that rests in disarray around the nape of his neck. His style is basically disheleved mass and dark tangles. On first look, it can seem like a certain black but if he stands in the light it can be identified as a very dark brown. Henry is not one with primping himself - we does not moose his hair, wear hairspray and if he's in a rush leaving off somewhere he won't wash it - so his hair falls naturally. Has a parting that varies from centre to off-centre depending on how it falls when he sweeps the comb through it. He grows his hair with the unconscious decision of security, thinking that his his hair is something he can hide behind. When he was younger, his hair was a lot shorter to the point where it looked straight. The head of the orphange never let any of the boys grow their hair past their ears, and can add to why he chose to let his hair grow. An act of rebellion, perhaps.

Attire: Being a guy free from strain, Henry dresses more relaxed. Really easy, and informal in manner. Wears non-figure hugging clothes - such as loose jeans, knitted garments such as sweaters or jackets that open down the full length of the front, undershirts, and loosely hanging cardigans. Never wears bright colours, tends to go for more greens that have been watered down with grey or black tones. More grunge. His shoes are durable, and normally ankle-hitting boots like waders. Likes to know his feet are well-protected. Minimal accesories, as a guy living in middle class society might. No rings, chains or earrings. The only things that come close are sometimes he wears a watch or a pendant - three or four coloured beads with white printed lettering that spell out 'HENREE', tied to a string worn around his neck. The sentimental spring-piece was given to Henry when he was living at the orphange, by a six-year old girl called Louise (Henry liked to call her 'Lou Lou'). She died when she was pushed down the stairs by one of the other orphans, and Henry wears it as a token of respect. He hides it when he wears it, by tucking it under his shirt.

General: Since day one, Henry has had a high metabolism. He loves to eat - sweet treats, especially, and would rather drive than walk somewhere. His lean body, along with the fact that naturally he is tall, is more than thanks to being able to burn calories higher than average. Though can be a blessing, it was a curse when he was hospitalized. At that point he had barely been eating and the doctors made it a personal gain to make him put some weight on. He was forced to consume high-carb foods on a daily basis with hopes he would reach at least a nearly-healthy weight, and whereas he managed to gain he found it difficult keeping it all on. Henry's face is on the surface, it always reflects how he feels in a subtle, hidden way. His neutral face is relaxed, and he can almost look sleepy with the way his eyelids partly. When it wants to show another emotion, it operates in way that can be difficult to detect. It's the little things that need looking out for - the downtrodden purse of the lips, the confused way in which he eyebrows slide downwards. The angry slight-flare of the eyes.

History

Country of Residency: A son of Ireland
Nationality: Irish
Parents: Unknown
Siblings: Unknown
Other Family: Unknown
History: It began on a clear night twenty-three years ago. A teenager of near fifteen had been cycling home when he heard the distant sounds of a baby screaming. Such a strange aspect called upon the desire to learn, so the boy resumed cycling and as he did the desperate cries became louder. On a muddy path and covered in leaves and tree branches, the boy found the baby and lifted it out of the cold dirt. The baby was a boy - soiled with dirt, wet cold through the blue babygro and very hungry. As the scenario looked to be, the baby had been abandoned and left to die. The teenager was at a loss, not knowing what to do with the crying little boy. So acting on his first impelling force he shed away his coat, bundled the baby in that, and cycled to the only orphanage he knew of.

At the orphanage, the baby was named 'Henry' - after the teenager who had found him, then 'Jekyll' - after the founder of the orphanage, Lawrence Jekyll. Henry Jekyll. The baby grew to be a child, and then a teenager - all the while in the care of the public institution for children without parents. If a person could call it being 'cared' for. The place was run by one woman, a woman never Henry learnt the name of, but learnt the hard way that she did not tolerate children behaving like children. She was all zero tolerence, and loved to use strict discipline - in ways of beatings with any object at hand. Once, when Henry was six years old, the woman struck him in the face with a hairdryer for getting out of bed in the middle of the night to use the toilet. Come teenhood, Henry came to know her as, 'The Bastardess'.

There was another boy, Bradley - just a few weeks younger than Henry, that used to bully him relentlessly and sometimes recruit some of the other kids for kicks. It began with trifle things like hair-pulling and object-throwing, but as the kids got older they got meaner. Bradley was soon getting Henry in trouble with the Bastardess, by doing things like cutting other children's hair in the night and blaming him or writing his name in dog shit on the carpet. Years of cruel overbearing, especially to a person of Henry's weakness, can cause a person to .. snap. Growing up he had a hard time telling right from wrong and barely trusted anyone. Being harmed repeatedly by a 'trusted caregiver' and being bullied to the point where he wanted to just crawl into a hole split of his awareness and developed a subconscious self which acted as a sort of 'bag' that held onto any rising rage. Henry didn't like to get angry - if he was upset he would sit alone for a while or go for a walk. This subconscious self came to be a coping mechanism, silently becoming Edward Hyde.

Bradley met his bloody end just weeks before his eighteenth birthday. Henry was in the canteen area when he marched upto him, with several other teenagers at his beck and call, and challenged him to a fight. Henry didn't want to fight and tried to walk away, but Bradley jostled him right back round, punched him square in the face and made a number of personal comments. Snap, like a branch. The light died from his eyes and Henry Jekyll suddenly vanished, experiencing a whole knew seperate personality filling his mind and body. Bursting into mad laughter, Hyde used Henry's hand to pick up a meat cleaver and butcher Bradley to bits.

The little gang that had entered the canteen with Bradley scattered, fleeing with fear and eventually someone called the police. It took them almost an hour to arrest Henry Hyde as he had fixed himself at the back of the garden and was throwing a handful of knives he had collected from the kitchen at anyone that tried to approach him. Police records note that he was roaring with laughter the whole time, even as they caught him and bundled him into a straight jacket. By the time he entered court, Henry had returned to his own control and was as white as a sheet. He was scared to death - not only had he killed someone, but he didn't remember a thing. Those memories stayed only with Hyde's side of the mind. The judge of his hearing deemed him insane and submitted him to a mental institution where he would stay until he was no longer a threat to society. Henry was submitted at eighteen years old, and released at twenty-one. At thing point, Hyde had been put in a controllable state as long as Henry took his pills twice a day and regularly visited a doctor. His diagnostic report states that he was clearly a victim of Dissociative Identity Disorder, a psychiatric diagnosis that describes a condition in which a person displays multiple identities. Indicated symptoms noted by the many doctors that watched him behind one-way glass included; multiple mannerisms, unexplainable headaches, memory loss, depression, sudden anger, frequent panic/anxiety attacks, hallucinations and loss of subjective time.