Post by Coby Dean Jamison on Jun 26, 2011 22:54:18 GMT -6
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COBY DEAN JAMISON
"some friends, you left me hanging in a room with a noose and a chair..."
17 .
3 years .
kelseakilljoy.tumblr.com .
google search "asylum proboards" .
Dean, Coco .
27, 4/17 .
Patient .
Can influence others' moods .
Weakness: If someone is more than 10 feet away, they are uninfluencable.
Amplifier: If he touches someone, it's easier and quicker, and can nearly control what they do.
Craig Owens .
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5'10 .
150 .
Strawberry blonde, shaggy, and always distraught.
ice blue.
Full chest piece, both sleeves, neck, etc .
Scars covering his arms and chest, most unnoticeable under his tattoos. .
He's a bit skinny, and lets himself get scruffy and unkempt .
Mostly comfortable casual clothes, not much thought goes into what he wears .
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Cocky men, unwilling women, cops, fairy tales, pop music, video games, television .
Cunning and witty, always one step ahead .
Women, his insanity, knives, drugs, alcohol .
To live like life's a party until he dies .
Dying unhappy and alone .
Has a bit of a gay past, and was once married .
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Never knew him .
Caryn Tulles .
None .
A snail named Raoul .
He's detached himself from his own family and past life .
Coby left his old life the moment his wife, Mariana, killed herself. He married right out of college, but already felt tied down. He often spent nights away partying, which greatly disappointed his mother and shamed his wife. Mariana, whom he did actually love, was found by him at 2 am in their apartment bathtub, her wrists slashed. In the note beside her, she spoke about their would have been child, which she killed along with herself.
This sent Coby into a downward spiral of sex, drugs and alcohol, and he often cut himself, something he never realized he did,it just happened. Eventually, he skipped town, disappearing completely.
Months later, Coby was found passed out in a motel hallway, choking on his own vomit. Turns out he'd tried to overdose on Oxycotin, but he managed to throw it all up before it shut his system down. When the doctors got him well enough to examine, he was unresponsive and only glared at the people around him. Often times the doctors would get frustrated, his mood influencing theirs. They shipped him off to the Asylum, and he's been there ever since. . 4 GOOD [/size][/ul]
bandaids .
Emilian grinned, staring at the girl. He now had her right where he wanted her, right in the palm of his hand. Sure, it was a wicked thought, but after all, she was the one trespassing on his grounds. Rather, on banned grounds, he'd just happened to inhabit it first.
Emilian could see her searching, almost knowing she was being watched. He silently blew out his candle, stalking behind her. As he walked, he blew out each wall mounted candle, until she noticed the darkening of the hall. The girl was alarmed, and he knew she couldn't see the source of movement. He hid in the shadows, laughing darkly. "I'm sorry, dear girl, have I frightened you?" .[/size][/ul][/color][/blockquote][/font][/blockquote]
