*ahhhh funnn. Alzheimer's is a pretty serious one*
A young man, about 20 or 21, is sitting in is room. He wears all white and has short brown hair along with hazel eyes. He stares off into space looking dejected.
One of the nursing assistants opens the door to his room and 'stares' at him.
Nicholas scooches into the corner of his room
It gets closer, sensing disobedience. It grabs him by the arm.
"no no no! Dont hurt me!" he says with a whimper
A tongue clicks and the assistant stands back. Mezzoni stands over him. "Hello, Nicholas." He says softly.
"please dont hurt me..." he whimpers
Mezzoni smiled and extended a hand "Come now, Nicholas. You know very well what happens if you don't comply."
He very hesitantly takes their hand
Mezzoni smiles again "You get to go outside today. Isnt that good news?"
He nods meekly, messing with the bloodstained him of his shirt
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A celestial behemoth gets knocked down the hallway. The large figure is of peak health and strength, with pale white skin, scarlet red hair, and otherworldly green eyes. Three sets of wings expand from their back, each of a slightly different bird, an eagle, a parrot, an owl. The Procession of Charity picks themselves up, dusting themselves off. Their heavenly composure, despite the landing, remains, as a halo of light, a sword of fiery radiance, and godly grace adorns them. Eyes lines their wings, as they steadying themselves standing up, werey of what in the world knocked them down. After making sure all is fine, they take a long needed sigh, before shifting down to a form much more simpler, a moderately tall halfling with the similar red hair, green eyes, and elfin ears.
One of the assistant 'stares' at him before moving closer, mouth opening to reveal its teeth.
Raphael steadies themselves as they study the white halls and white corridors. "Wh-where am I?" They say, to no one in particluar, as they slowly back away from the assistant
A laugh comes from behind him as Mezzoni passes by him. "Hello there. You are in the Better Days Sanatorium."
*Description?*
"Sanatorium? Is this some demiplane of insainity?"
"Something of the sort," he said and smiled again. He is fairly tall with a humanoid shape but with grey skin and no eyes. His teeth are in neat rows and his short, raven black hair is parted smartly.
(Basically, he is perfection because he is supposed to be the living Phobia of Imperfection.)
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
~ Dies Irae ~ Blood For Blood ~ High Aether Grandmaster of the School of Aether R.I.P Technoblade (He Who Cannot Die)Creator of "The Lost City" <--- *Linked*
Proud Wielder of the Quinques: IXA, Narukami, Yukimura 1/3, and Owl
~ Dies Irae ~ Blood For Blood ~ High Aether Grandmaster of the School of Aether R.I.P Technoblade (He Who Cannot Die)Creator of "The Lost City" <--- *Linked*
Proud Wielder of the Quinques: IXA, Narukami, Yukimura 1/3, and Owl
*ahhhh funnn. Alzheimer's is a pretty serious one*
A young man, about 20 or 21, is sitting in is room. He wears all white and has short brown hair along with hazel eyes. He stares off into space looking dejected.
One of the nursing assistants opens the door to his room and 'stares' at him.
Nicholas scooches into the corner of his room
It gets closer, sensing disobedience. It grabs him by the arm.
"no no no! Dont hurt me!" he says with a whimper
A tongue clicks and the assistant stands back. Mezzoni stands over him. "Hello, Nicholas." He says softly.
"please dont hurt me..." he whimpers
Mezzoni smiled and extended a hand "Come now, Nicholas. You know very well what happens if you don't comply."
He very hesitantly takes their hand
Mezzoni smiles again "You get to go outside today. Isnt that good news?"
He nods meekly, messing with the bloodstained him of his shirt
"Well, we have to deal with that right now." He said and pointed to the shirt. He snapped his fingers and the assistant suddenly had a clean shirt in his hands. "Put that on, and we can take you outside," he said and walked out, leaving Nicholas with the assistant.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*ahhhh funnn. Alzheimer's is a pretty serious one*
A young man, about 20 or 21, is sitting in is room. He wears all white and has short brown hair along with hazel eyes. He stares off into space looking dejected.
One of the nursing assistants opens the door to his room and 'stares' at him.
Nicholas scooches into the corner of his room
It gets closer, sensing disobedience. It grabs him by the arm.
"no no no! Dont hurt me!" he says with a whimper
A tongue clicks and the assistant stands back. Mezzoni stands over him. "Hello, Nicholas." He says softly.
"please dont hurt me..." he whimpers
Mezzoni smiled and extended a hand "Come now, Nicholas. You know very well what happens if you don't comply."
He very hesitantly takes their hand
Mezzoni smiles again "You get to go outside today. Isnt that good news?"
He nods meekly, messing with the bloodstained him of his shirt
"Well, we have to deal with that right now." He said and pointed to the shirt. He snapped his fingers and the assistant suddenly had a clean shirt in his hands. "Put that on, and we can take you outside," he said and walked out, leaving Nicholas with the assistant.
He puts on the new shirt, waiting for the assistant to take him.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Bulimia Nervosa. It's an eating disorder and massively damages mental health.*
A deep snuffling can be heard in the basement. A red glow, like a dull spotlight, can be seen, moving around the maze-like halls. "Father... father... what is taking you so long? Please..."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*ahhhh funnn. Alzheimer's is a pretty serious one*
A young man, about 20 or 21, is sitting in is room. He wears all white and has short brown hair along with hazel eyes. He stares off into space looking dejected.
One of the nursing assistants opens the door to his room and 'stares' at him.
Nicholas scooches into the corner of his room
It gets closer, sensing disobedience. It grabs him by the arm.
"no no no! Dont hurt me!" he says with a whimper
A tongue clicks and the assistant stands back. Mezzoni stands over him. "Hello, Nicholas." He says softly.
"please dont hurt me..." he whimpers
Mezzoni smiled and extended a hand "Come now, Nicholas. You know very well what happens if you don't comply."
He very hesitantly takes their hand
Mezzoni smiles again "You get to go outside today. Isnt that good news?"
He nods meekly, messing with the bloodstained him of his shirt
"Well, we have to deal with that right now." He said and pointed to the shirt. He snapped his fingers and the assistant suddenly had a clean shirt in his hands. "Put that on, and we can take you outside," he said and walked out, leaving Nicholas with the assistant.
He puts on the new shirt, waiting for the assistant to take him.
The assistant grabs him by the shoulder and leads him outside. The courtyard is barely anything but he can at least see the sky.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Bulimia Nervosa. It's an eating disorder and massively damages mental health.*
A deep snuffling can be heard in the basement. A red glow, like a dull spotlight, can be seen, moving around the maze-like halls. "Father... father... what is taking you so long? Please..."
Mezzoni snarls and opens his office door, staring down the hallway. "I thought I had that door locked.."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A celestial behemoth gets knocked down the hallway. The large figure is of peak health and strength, with pale white skin, scarlet red hair, and otherworldly green eyes. Three sets of wings expand from their back, each of a slightly different bird, an eagle, a parrot, an owl. The Procession of Charity picks themselves up, dusting themselves off. Their heavenly composure, despite the landing, remains, as a halo of light, a sword of fiery radiance, and godly grace adorns them. Eyes lines their wings, as they steadying themselves standing up, werey of what in the world knocked them down. After making sure all is fine, they take a long needed sigh, before shifting down to a form much more simpler, a moderately tall halfling with the similar red hair, green eyes, and elfin ears.
One of the assistant 'stares' at him before moving closer, mouth opening to reveal its teeth.
Raphael steadies themselves as they study the white halls and white corridors. "Wh-where am I?" They say, to no one in particluar, as they slowly back away from the assistant
A laugh comes from behind him as Mezzoni passes by him. "Hello there. You are in the Better Days Sanatorium."
*Description?*
"Sanatorium? Is this some demiplane of insainity?"
"Something of the sort," he said and smiled again. He is fairly tall with a humanoid shape but with grey skin and no eyes. His teeth are in neat rows and his short, raven black hair is parted smartly.
(Basically, he is perfection because he is supposed to be the living Phobia of Imperfection.)
*Cool. Is this suppose to drive people insane or something? I feel like I didn't get a memo*
"Mmm... And escape is unlikely I take it?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
A celestial behemoth gets knocked down the hallway. The large figure is of peak health and strength, with pale white skin, scarlet red hair, and otherworldly green eyes. Three sets of wings expand from their back, each of a slightly different bird, an eagle, a parrot, an owl. The Procession of Charity picks themselves up, dusting themselves off. Their heavenly composure, despite the landing, remains, as a halo of light, a sword of fiery radiance, and godly grace adorns them. Eyes lines their wings, as they steadying themselves standing up, werey of what in the world knocked them down. After making sure all is fine, they take a long needed sigh, before shifting down to a form much more simpler, a moderately tall halfling with the similar red hair, green eyes, and elfin ears.
One of the assistant 'stares' at him before moving closer, mouth opening to reveal its teeth.
Raphael steadies themselves as they study the white halls and white corridors. "Wh-where am I?" They say, to no one in particluar, as they slowly back away from the assistant
A laugh comes from behind him as Mezzoni passes by him. "Hello there. You are in the Better Days Sanatorium."
*Description?*
"Sanatorium? Is this some demiplane of insainity?"
"Something of the sort," he said and smiled again. He is fairly tall with a humanoid shape but with grey skin and no eyes. His teeth are in neat rows and his short, raven black hair is parted smartly.
(Basically, he is perfection because he is supposed to be the living Phobia of Imperfection.)
*Cool. Is this suppose to drive people insane or something? I feel like I didn't get a memo*
"Mmm... And escape is unlikely I take it?"
(Nah, it doesn't affect anybody. He just exhibits signs whenever things arent exactly perfect in his eyes.*
"For the most part angel," he said and tilted his head.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*Bulimia Nervosa. It's an eating disorder and massively damages mental health.*
A deep snuffling can be heard in the basement. A red glow, like a dull spotlight, can be seen, moving around the maze-like halls. "Father... father... what is taking you so long? Please..."
Mezzoni snarls and opens his office door, staring down the hallway. "I thought I had that door locked.."
A massive wendigo-like creature is at the end of the hall, draped in tattered whaleskin. Its antlers are broken off, and it clutches its scarf desperately. Its red eyes turn to Mezzoni. "Have you seen the Redlight moon? Does the moon even rise in such a place as this?"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*can i be like a psycho ghost child that messes with people that aren't where they are supposed to be?*
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~ Dies Irae ~ Blood For Blood ~ High Aether Grandmaster of the School of Aether R.I.P Technoblade (He Who Cannot Die)Creator of "The Lost City" <--- *Linked*
Proud Wielder of the Quinques: IXA, Narukami, Yukimura 1/3, and Owl
He nods meekly, messing with the bloodstained him of his shirt
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Something of the sort," he said and smiled again. He is fairly tall with a humanoid shape but with grey skin and no eyes. His teeth are in neat rows and his short, raven black hair is parted smartly.
(Basically, he is perfection because he is supposed to be the living Phobia of Imperfection.)
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
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i have the following IRL:
Autism, ADHD, OCD, ODD, ADD, Anxiety, (on and off) Depression, and finally (at one time) BPD
>(^-^)<
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~ Dies Irae ~ Blood For Blood ~ High Aether Grandmaster of the School of Aether
R.I.P Technoblade (He Who Cannot Die) Creator of "The Lost City" <--- *Linked*
Proud Wielder of the Quinques: IXA, Narukami, Yukimura 1/3, and Owl
*also, placeholder*
~ Dies Irae ~ Blood For Blood ~ High Aether Grandmaster of the School of Aether
R.I.P Technoblade (He Who Cannot Die) Creator of "The Lost City" <--- *Linked*
Proud Wielder of the Quinques: IXA, Narukami, Yukimura 1/3, and Owl
"Well, we have to deal with that right now." He said and pointed to the shirt. He snapped his fingers and the assistant suddenly had a clean shirt in his hands. "Put that on, and we can take you outside," he said and walked out, leaving Nicholas with the assistant.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He puts on the new shirt, waiting for the assistant to take him.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Bulimia Nervosa. It's an eating disorder and massively damages mental health.*
A deep snuffling can be heard in the basement. A red glow, like a dull spotlight, can be seen, moving around the maze-like halls. "Father... father... what is taking you so long? Please..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A group of 5 well-armed men group up outside the entrance.
The assistant grabs him by the shoulder and leads him outside. The courtyard is barely anything but he can at least see the sky.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Mezzoni snarls and opens his office door, staring down the hallway. "I thought I had that door locked.."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He giggles happily and lays down on the floor
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Mezzoni stands on the front doorstep, four assistants flanking him. "Hello gentlemen."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Cool. Is this suppose to drive people insane or something? I feel like I didn't get a memo*
"Mmm... And escape is unlikely I take it?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
The assistant keeps watch over him before seeming to disappear. Nicholas is alone in the courtyard.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The one in the front steps forward. "Uhh, we've had reports of lots of rodents in the area. Can we take a look inside?"
Nicholas stares at the sky, tears falling from his face. He then starts to hear whispers only hear can hear. He talks to the voices quietly.
*he has a mild case of schizophrenia*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
(Nah, it doesn't affect anybody. He just exhibits signs whenever things arent exactly perfect in his eyes.*
"For the most part angel," he said and tilted his head.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
A massive wendigo-like creature is at the end of the hall, draped in tattered whaleskin. Its antlers are broken off, and it clutches its scarf desperately. Its red eyes turn to Mezzoni. "Have you seen the Redlight moon? Does the moon even rise in such a place as this?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*can i be like a psycho ghost child that messes with people that aren't where they are supposed to be?*
~ Dies Irae ~ Blood For Blood ~ High Aether Grandmaster of the School of Aether
R.I.P Technoblade (He Who Cannot Die) Creator of "The Lost City" <--- *Linked*
Proud Wielder of the Quinques: IXA, Narukami, Yukimura 1/3, and Owl
Mezzoni suddenly stands over him. "Are you talking to them again?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]