Post by ANGEL DIHANIE on Oct 17, 2010 19:17:01 GMT -5
...Phineas James Talbott*
*I know you
I've seen you in a dream
An old familiar scene
From somewhere...*
[/size]*I know you
I've seen you in a dream
An old familiar scene
From somewhere...*
...basics*
name Phineas Talbott
nickname He prefers... no... DEMANDS to be called Prince Phineas, even though he was not born into royalty.
age 22
gender Male
grade If he were in college, he would be a senior in college.
hometown A small town somewhere in the northern peak of Michigan.
sexuality Straight
personification The Bogeyman
status Dormant
face claim WiL Francis
...appearance*
hair color Black, however very messy and unkept, as if it had not been tended to for years on end.
eye color Light brown and wide with a crazed expression.
build Strong and very bulky, however appearing very malnourished and bony.
height 6'2"
clothing style He wears the same thing almost every day, as if changing his appearance in any way would destroy the memories of his distant past.
distinctive traits He has several types of paranoia, including Cotard Delusion, which convinces him completely that he is dead and that his current setting, New York City, is some sort of hell that he was sent to after his death in northern Michigan, and a form of Fregoli Delusion, which makes him see, in his mind, every female in the form of his past lover, which would make him confused about really seeing her again.
...personal*
personality
Prince Phineas is one of those people whose insanities seem to be justified.
Despite his dementia, he really does have good intentions in mind. When one looks beyond his awkward quirks, he really does have one of the warmest hearts anyone could imagine someone like him having. Prince Phineas doesn't really know he is considered to be insane, it is just how he percepts reality. With this in mind, it is hard for him to wrap his mind around the fact that his world is very different from everyone else's. It is simply impossible for him to process. Therefore, when he receives a negative reaction from a girl whom he's completely convinced is Lenore, he grows incredibly confused, and would even go as far as to be swallowed up in depression for a very long time.
Along with his dementia and depression, Phineas is actually very timid, and feels very small in the huge environment he is forced to spend his time in. New York is a very scary place to him, and he continuously seeks comfort, yet from the worst and most unlikely sources. He participates normal conversation quite naturally nine times out of ten, and he is fairly bright, even though the dementia mostly clouds this.
past
It was in his rural hometown. There was no reason for Phineas not to remember, for the event constantly repeated throughout his head for the next six years.
For the past several months before her fifteenth birthday, Phineas Talbott, completely unaware of how his life was going to unfold into complete chaos after that fateful day, thought that Lenore Davis loved him.
It was a common mistake to make. What he interpreted as an expression of adoration was really a look of fear. When she had addressed him, Phineas blew off the fearful quiver in her voice as if it was an unusual trait she had. He never knew that he was potentially harassing her with what he thought was their relationship until on her fifteenth birthday, when she had found him on her front porch with his present to her. It was delicately wrapped and sealed with love of the highest intentions; love on a level that he thought she would give him as well.
But when she saw him within several feet of her for the last time, Lenore grew outraged. She confronted him, told him the truth about why she had tolerated him all this time, and then threatened him to never see her again or else she would call the police on him. This, obviously, made Phineas confused. She didn't like him? After all this time, he thought she was as incredibly devoted to him as he was to her, but in reality, there was only one side of the scale heavily weighted.
But he insisted.
And she was eventually no more.
And that was when he eventually spiraled into insanity and paranoia.
With a gun, he had attempted suicide and had convinced himself he had gotten all the way through with it when in reality the gun was not loaded. It was at that time, his parents had reported to a few doctors, that he began to act strange. He began raving, asking where Lenore was, even though he knew she was dead, and claiming he had seen her almost everywhere he went. He even went as far as to snap at people every time his name was stated, claiming that he was now "Prince" Phineas, as if some odd alter-ego had materialized. Not knowing where else to go, Mr. and Mrs. Talbott reluctantly agreed to send their son to an asylum - one of the best in America at that time - in southern New York. Phineas had refused to leave, and had struggled so much in his capture that he had to be tranquilized in order for him to comply. It was a long trip from state to state to state, and the gradually anxious Phineas had to find other ways to amuse himself while trapped in the back of the van in which he was locked and being transported. He was fairly tolerable once he had regained consciousness after a few hours, although he had had his outbursts when he claimed to see Lenore. He also continuously asked them awkward questions about his state of life, if they were demons hauling him to the innermost reaches of hell. Obviously, he meant to ask this question as it was, for he was shifting uncomfortably while he spoke. The doctors had to put up with this for almost the whole trip, until he was safely locked away in the asylum.
At least, until he broke out.
It was a curious situation, but it helped him escape nonetheless. What Phineas had believed to be a demon materialized and broke the security of the asylum, proving it useless as poor, confused Phineas made a beeline for it, vanishing off into the nearest city while attempting to hide from the devil's assistants who had attempted to separate him from his eternal love.
Unfortunately for him, Phineas only found himself in an even worse variation of hell - more overcrowded, cramped, noisy, and bitter than ever before. NYC.
present
Phineas was never quite sure where he was living. He mostly lived off the streets and hid from everyone he encountered, in fear of them being either a demon or an impersonator of Lenore. It had been five or six years since he found himself wandering the streets of New York, since he had been keeping track of winters since the first one he had experienced when he had arrived.
But what he did know was that when supplies would run low, he could always turn to the Lost Boys Lodging, where he could sneak in, often unnoticed, and experience what he would call a luxury compared to living in the streets. Then, when he would have had his fill, he would simply leave some of the money he had collected and go on his way again.
After all, he owed them.
family
- Jennifer (Jeres) Talbott (mother)
- Ronald Talbott (father)
- Siblings and any further relatives unknown
likes
- solitude
- the thought of Lenore being with him
- warmth
- the right company
- women (not in that precise way, once he gets over the fact that they're not Lenore)
- royalty
dislikes
- large groups of people
- New York City
- most men
- the devil and all things bad
- music. He doesn't know why.
- death
- people in general
other notes
Holy crap, I feel SOOOOOOO bad for making a poorly-thought out angst-ridden Stu. D:
...literature*
book title N/A
backstory
THE BOOGEYMAN.
HE IS UNDER YOUR BED.
NO, SERIOUSLY, CHECK.
HE IS THERE. AND HE IS WATCHING.
...roleplayer*
name Faryl
age 15
gender Femme
rp experience SEVERAL SITES
how you found ouac I was kicked out of Pigfarts and had to find a new home.
rp sample
A huge bolt of lightning became visible in the dark skies of the Wild West, followed by a prevalent boom of thunder and several millions of raindrops that fell on the once-cheerful parks. This late at night, there was only one figure who had not heeded the advice to stay inside the hotels or shelters for fear of the storm, and that one person roamed the streets of Frontierland, using only an umbrella as shelter from the large thunderstorm. Of course, this person was very odd in herself, for in the darkness of what one would assume to be night, she glowed a somewhat bright shade of blue, her light being snuffed only by the umbrella above her head.
The water didn't seem to affect Constance at all as she made her way toward the saloon. Frontierland was one of the rare familiar environments she had encountered in this "Disney World" madhouse, and it was about time she took a break from it all using the same release her husbands were fond of using.
Apparently, that release worked or else they would have been complaining to her more often.
Constance finally stood outside a certain building and looked up at the darkened sign that was only completely visible when lightning had struck near it, temporarily illuminating it.
Saloon, the sign read, and Constance passed through the locked door easily into the empty saloon. Shaking her umbrella out and closing it, setting it off to the side by the doorway, Constance made her way over to the counter and hunched over it, her head in her arms. The day had been very exasperating for her, and she needed a break from it. Now.
Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a somewhat large bottle and some glasses behind the counter. Perfect.
Climbing over the bar counter to examine the bottle closer, Constance then became satisfied and poured herself a glass of the bottle's contents, then proceeding to place the glass in front of her stool and promptly returned to it.
This place was such a madhouse, Constance could not distinguish what was real and what was a hallucination. Sip.
More than anything, Constance wanted to be back in the nineteenth century where she didn't have to worry about ending up in an insane asylum. Sip.
She didn't want to be dead at the moment, since that was the start of most of her problems. Sip.
Heck, she regretted hooking up with the smartest man she had ever met while she was alive, since he would have ended up killing her and throwing everything she had ever gained in life off a cliff. Large sip.
This stunk terribly.
