Clad in Embers, Pandemic

[scarypuppy]

This is going to be possibly my last RP attempt, seeing as they usually dont go well.

The Clad in Embers universe, is not in our world, or our reality, its in an entirely different existence, where architecture, aesthetics and Clothing follow Victorian, Industrial Revolution, and Post - WW1 Styles while Technology and the like are at and slightly beyond that of our own.

Vigilant Halls Medical Treatment Facility was constructed near the capital city of Adiel, where the Royal Family resides and maintains it's rule over the country of Hellios, and was primarily a propaganda tool for the masses during The War, showing that the Monarchy cared for it's soldiers. After The War The facility continued caring for Wounded, but soon took in psychologically sick patients. Now the Facility cares primarily for the Mentally Incompetent, Psychotic, Disabled and Psychologically unstable patients, while still maintaining facilities for Veterans and any commoners who seek medical treatment.

A recent Patient, who only goes by, 'Howard'. has contracted the extremely rare disease of the Embers of Carthage, a horrific disease that slowly tears it's victim's sanity away, allowing it to wreak havoc on the body, so far, he has resisted fairly well.

Lets make a what if situation, lets say, that more people came down with this disease, and lets say they were kept here as well.
Lets say......Your one of them.

Leave your Description here, and set the tone for the severity of your condition.
Also, you can be an administrator in the facility.
Name:
Disease:
Occupation, past or present:
Personal Description:
Physical Description:

Make it as if your going through each day, living with the disease which takes your most horrific nightmares and magnifies them till you can no longer bare it, every time your character goes to sleep, list a nightmare you've had, but make it longer and more storylike.

I, Will be Howard.

"Futility is the only quality of my Reality."

[Arke]

((I wish you the best of luck with

Name: Shaun 'Shadow' Hart
Disease: The Bane of Peiffer
Occupation: Former police officer, he is occasionally used to maintain order in Vigilant Halls.
Personal Description: Due to his illness Shadow is narcissistic, has no sense of restraint, and is an utter sociopath at worst. At best he is incredibly melancholic and suffers from moderate depression, but he is essentially safe.
Physical Description: A black feline with a small white patch just under his neck. His right eye looks like a ball of cloudy green glass and is entirely blind, and his right fang is broken in half. His attire consists of a pair of worn denim trousers and a plain white shirt, thoroughly worn in and stained in places, mostly shades of crimson.

"Are you ready for your medication now, Shaun?" The nurse again. How he hated her. He kept his back to her, and the needle in her paws. "My name is Shadow..." "Oh come now, your parents wanted you to be Shaun." "Leave me alone, you dirty harlot." No change in his voice, the words spoken entirely in monotone. "Everyone here who can still manage some level of intellectual competence knows about you and Dr. Schecter. And Dr. Jones, and Smith, and Newman, and the list goes on. Now get that accursed needle out of here and go find something to mount, why don't you?" The nurse, once she ceased her tirade against this 'Shaun' character that must bear some resemblance to Shadow, strode off while trying to keep whatever bit of dignity she retained. The feline had struck a low blow, but he was just having 'one of his days'...
As the rabbit nurse hopped away, Shadows claws sunk once more into his flesh.

[Somebody]

Name: Kiolosk Mhuntiago
Disease: Embers of Carthage
Occupation, past or present: Wealthy, but his passtime is usually lengthy hunting trips.
Personal Description: Extremely independant and anti social. Known to be violent and short tempered. This temperament made worse by the disease warping his mind.
Physical Description: A very powerful Anthro Black Dragon. Black primary color with blood red underside. Long claws on the hands and long talons on the feet. Eyes similar to flames (Picture The great eye of sauron from lord of the rings)

The nurses and orderlies rished into the room, trying to restrain the struggling dragon in chained restraints. he violently clawed and bite at them, and occasionally spat fire in fustration. A nurse lay on the ground to the side, her throat completely torn out. Kiolosk was suffering a heavy attack from the disease which was eating away at his mind. His angry disposition fueled by the disease known as Embers of Carthage. After several injured workers and hours of violent fits, he finally calmed down enough to be left alone. "What has happened to me?" he wondered "How did I get so sick?" A dozen questions plagued his mind.

[flames]

Name: "Flames", but his birth name was Raitto Zeinzu
Disease(s): Embers of Carthage and Storm of Sorrow
Occupation: Zeinzu was a respected martial artist with many different jobs who earned a fair amount and donated to charity frequently.
Backstory: Shortly after changing his name to Flames, a great personal loss drove him to near madness. He vanished from the city and re-appeared several months later with grave injuries and strange scars. Hospital staff discovered that he had also been affected by both the Embers of Carthage and the Storm of Sorrow.
Personal Description: Flames suffers from very sudden and explosive mood swings, most often a variation of sorrow. When his emotions aren't burning his insides or unleashing chaos around him, he maintains an eerie and very icy calm that very much contradicts both his name and his condition...
Physical Description: Appears to be a fox or fox-like anthro with fiery orange fur and blazing crimson eyes that draw in a person's gaze. His body is covered in scars that never heal fully, most of which are hidden underneath his fur.


"We are just trying to help you Zeinzu...Why don't you-" The doctor's soft voice was interrupted as Flames stared at him coldly, reining in his anger.
"I'm not Zeinzu anymore doctor and you know it. I legally changed my name and with good reason...Don't give me another reason to escape this place..."
The doctor sighed and removed his glasses, cleaning them hastily before placing them back on and addressing his patient: "We've been over this already: The ideas you have about your identity and being able to 'escape' your treatment are just delusions brought on by the Embers of Carthage." He paused and, upon seeing no change in his patient's behaviour or attitude, slowly left the room, shaking his head sadly.
Flames was alone once more, free to drown in the ocean of yesterday, to choke on the waters of regret and sink deeper into sorrow...

[Vee Katame: His Wolfy]

Name: Ember Xenosa (irony, I know).
Disease: Embers of Carthage that has built up on top of Lurking Calm Storm (bipolar disorder and mild paranoia: two things she already had before acquiring the disease).
Occupation, past or present: Used to work in a crime lab (forensics).
Personal Description: She is easily angered but can become extremely energetic and cheery in a matter of mere seconds. This can be elevated even more by the disease at times. She can be very antisocial and just want to sit alone in the dark and shun the nurses when they come in, but at other times she can be very talkative and buzz the nurses just for someone to talk to. She has a boyfriend but hasn't seen him since being admitted to the Facility, mainly because she doesn't want him to see her in such a state.
Physical Description: Just like this -----> http://i81.photobucket.com/albums/j207/VeeSmith_2008/Ember.jpg

Ember sat in a chair in a pitch black corner of her room and watched a nurse walk in to give her her medicine and look around for her with a puzzled look on her face. "Ember?" The nurse called while continuing to look around the room for her. "What?" Ember snapped back at her from the corner, in one of her angry/depressed moods. The nurse jumped and turned around to face the corner, peering into it and smiling a little. "It's time for your medi-" "Leave it on the table." Ember interrupted the nurse angrily. "But I'm supposed to give it to you. I'm supposed to make sure you actually take it." The nurse said softly. "I'm eighteen freakin' years old, I think I know how to take my medicine." Ember snapped viciously. "Please Ember, just let me-" "I can take it myself! Leave it on the table and get out of my room!" Ember growled, sitting up quickly so her face came out of the darkness and showed that she was baring her fangs and her fire eyes were practically glowing, more red than orange & yellow at the moment. The nurse sighed and walked over to the table, setting the medicine on it. She was used to this attitude by now, having worked with this patient for a while (around two months). She walked to the door and turned her body towards the room slightly, looking back at Ember. "Please...just take your medicine dear." She said softly, then walked off. Ember's face slowly returned to normal along with her eyes and she got up from her chair in the corner. She slumped over and sat on her bed, looking at the meds on the bedside table. She reached over with a shaky paw and grabbed the meds, looking at them in her paw for a second before taking them. She stared at the doorway, wondering what to do now. "Why did this have to happen to me?" She asked herself quietly. "I had a good life..." Her eyes sort of got a tint of black in her sadness, like a dying fire.

[Arke]

"Shaun? Nurse Rogers tells me you've said some very mean things to her. I thought we were making progress." "I'm making progress. I managed to get her out of my hair in forty seconds flat. You on the other hand, Dr. Schecter, still insist on calling me Shaun despite me telling you countless times that-" Shadow jumps to his feet, a paw closing on the Doctors neck as his claws extend, just piercing his flesh, "-my name is SHADOW!" He spat these last words, throwing the Doctor to the floor. The doctor rises and steps out of the room as two larger forms with a strait jacket enter the room. "I was hoping you wouldn't need this today, Shaun."

[Vee Katame: His Wolfy]

Her head snapped over to the direction of the yelling, of course, all she could see was one of the walls in her room when she did that. "Shadow? Sounds familiar..." She tapped her finger on her chin, trying to think. "Wonder what the problem was..." A doctor peeked around the side of the door then stepped in fully when he saw that Ember didn't look angry. "I take it you took your medicine like you were told." She looked over at the doctor in the doorway and gave him a look. "I told the nurse I'd take it, didn't I?" The doctor paid no mind to the look he was given. "Yes, you did. But with the way she said you were acting I thought I should visit to be sure." "I don't need to be checked on like some baby." She said as she narrowed her eyes some, her anger starting to flow back into her mind. "Ember, you're a patient. You need to be checked on." The doctor said in that tone that doctor's use trying to convince you about something or want to make you understand something better. "I don't need your help! I don't need to be checked on! I was doing just fine before you doctors and nurses butted in and I'd still be doing fine without you!" She snarled at him. "Now, Ember, without us your disease wouldn't be as stable. Your sanity would be close to gone. You need us or you'll go completely insane." The doctor said in the same old doctors' tone. She looked down at the floor between them. "Get out of my room." She said as calmly as she could. "Ember..." The doctor started to speak. Her head snapped up as she rose to her feet quickly and pointed aggressively towards the door. "GET OUT!" She yelled at him and it could be heard echoing down the hall. The doctor turned away and shook his head. "Sedate her." He said to the nurse softly as he approached her. "Her temper's starting to rise to its extreme level again. She might hurt someone, or worse, herself, if we don't." Her chest was heaving in her anger and she almost had no control. When she heard what he said, she snarled. "Not happening." She growled and bolted out of her room & down the hall. The nurse chased after her with some stronger male security personnel, the needle with the sedative in her hand.

[Somebody]

Kiolosk sat there in his room for an hour calmly, sedated by the massive amount of tranquilizer he was shot with before the orderlies came and escorted him to the courtyard for some fresh air. It was cool but sunny outside, the sun helped calm his anxiety as he sat on a concrete bench in the middle. He looked around, there was a few foxes  across the yard mingling mindlessly amongst themselves. Apparently he wasn't the only to suffer this disease that was supposed to be rare. He sneered as he watched them chatter and giggle, he had no love for foxes in fact he didn't even like the way they tasted. "I wonder why there is such a outbreak of Carthage recently" he said softly to himself, his voice a deep ominous tone that seemed to be riddled with mallice and discontent. He was a evil one no one ever disputed that, he loved to do bad things even before the disease hit him. He just blamed it all on his virtuous brother, who was the light of the family. How he wanted to show them all what he was capable of

[scarypuppy]

Howard sat in the courtyard unescorted and quietly read to himself, his wireframe reading glasses continually slipping off the ridge of his nose. An Orderly entered and swiftly checked all the patients, stopping at Howard, "Mr. Howard, Have your thought patterns gone for the better?" "Go away....Im reading." "Response, acceptable, thank you." The orderly turned back and exited through the Iron fence and continued in it's daily patterns. Howard glanced up and looked before him, as if staring at someone, and began to whisper, trying to be subtle, "Hilarity, go away." He continued the conversation with seemingly no one, believing that he was the only person with the horrific disease in the courtyard.

[Vee Katame: His Wolfy]

Ember ran down a couple halls before bursting through the door to the courtyard. "Leave me alone!" She growled back at her followers. The nurse and her helpers continued to chase Ember. "Ember, you need this sedative. You could hurt yourself or the others around you." The nurse replied as she ran. "Stop telling me what I need! I know what I need and I don't need you or that sedative or this stupid place!" Ember growled as she continued running through the courtyard past other patients. "You don't know what you need. The disease affects how you think. You probably don't really know what you're doing or you at least can't control it." The nurse said as she and her helpers got closer to Ember. "I am in complete control and I know exactly what I'm doing! I'm running from you because you want to sedate me when I don't need it!" Ember said as she tried to keep up the distance between herself and them. "You do need it." The nurse replied as her and her helpers gained even more ground. "No, I don't! I'm not going to hu-" Ember growled but was cut off when the helpers took her down and held her down on the ground by her wrists and ankles. The nurse kneeled next to Ember and looked at her sadly. "I'm sorry Ember, but it's for your own good..." She said as she lowered the needle. "No." Ember growled as she struggled and fought, making it difficult for the nurse to get the needle in the right area. Her eyes glowed (more red than orange and yellow again) and she bared her fangs all the while, determined not to be sedated.

[Somebody]

Kiolosk looked lazily about, there were so many in the courtyard. It was rather peaceful in the courtyard with the birds chirping and the wind flowing through the trees causing them to dance to a soft rythem. He felt content for once, not his usually hate filled violent self. Suddenly another fur burst into the courtyard with orderlies in tow, she tried to get away but they pounced her, taking her to the ground. He got up and made his way over but got intercepted by a orderly who tried to push him away, this only served to spark his anger. He growled and tossed the orderly aside and spat fire at the one with the needle. He knew all too well the effects of sedatives and he knew it was not what somebody suffering a disease wanted, to have their senses dulled and to feel like they had no control at all. He grabbed another and threw them aside. "You sshould probably try to get away while you can" he said not really trying to fit into the heroic role he was playing.

[Vee Katame: His Wolfy]

The nurse who had been burned ran off to be cared for, crying the whole way. She wasn't very strong-willed after all so it was to be expected. Ember watched the nurse run off then looked up at the one who had helped her, her eyes still glowing but the rest of her expression going back to it's normal state. "Thanks..." She kind of muttered, not really accepting the fact that someone actually had to help her out of that situation. She rose to her feet and brushed herself off, then looked back at him before turning and going over to a tree, climbing up into it to try to rest and calm herself down.

[Somebody]

Kiolosk knew they would probably come to find her so he felt like distracting them a bit longer. He threw a fit, a anger induced rage and spat fire and the surrounding courtyard and generally causing a lot of havoc. It was all just a show of course but they wouldn't know. He actually enjoyed it, after all the needles they have stuck him with he would have some fun this day. Several orderlies rushed in and dodged his fire trying to get close to him but with no luck. He roared, enjoying the thrill, and the rush of adrenaline that came with it. But his fun was about to be cut short. He could feel it stirring up in him again, he began to loose focus. His vision blurred in and out, each grasp of sight revealing another image of carnage created by his now deranged mind.

[Vee Katame: His Wolfy]

Ember watched him cause all the havoc. "Clever, that one..." She said as she watched. Then somehow she could tell something was going wrong and she continued to watch him. Suddenly, she started to feel light-headed and she wobbled on the branch she sat on. She clumsily climbed down the tree and then leaned her back against it weakly. Her vision started to go black as her body sunk down to the ground. "What's happening?" She asked herself. "Sleepy time, Ember..." A voice said from what seemed like far away but they were right next to her. They had done it. They had sedated her. Not just that, they had given her something to knock her out for a while. This had sparked her anger again, but she couldn't do anything about it right now. All she could do was let the darkness take over her and wait for the horrible nightmare she knew would come. The helper picked Ember up when he was sure that she was fully out of it and carried her back across the courtyard, limping the whole way from when he was thrown before.

[scarypuppy]

Howard leaned against the gnarled Goblin's Wood Tree that dominated the southern corner of the courtyard, watching the drama unfolding before him. "So Undisciplined.....shame." A voice giggled in his mind, and sounded as if he were next to him. It was The Hilarity. "you know, its impolite to stare." "Shut up." The hilarity tilted his head and drifted in front of Howard, grinning again, "you should get some sleep....you look like crap." "Be gone...this is my reality, like it or not." The Hilarity pouted and curled up into a large billowing ball of smoke which slowly decreased in size till it was a small whisp of smoke that was carried away by the wind. Howard clenched his fists and grumbled, "Damnit."