Post by AdminRhea on Mar 2, 2011 0:43:39 GMT -5
Name: Valentin Walker
Age: 17
Grade Level: Junior
Physical Appearance: 5'8, 148 lbs, brown hair, dark eyes
Diagnosed Psychological Issues: Narcolepsy and psychotic depression
Tell Us About Your Past: My name is Dr. Hilde von Braune, and I Valentin's therapist. I will be filling out this questionaire. Valentin was born to an French prostitute and and an English professor of Anthropology; his early childhood was spent in brothels and in hotel rooms. When he turned ten, child services liberated him and put him into the hands of his English grandparents, who were eager to raise their grandchild. They were kind to him, but most of the damage was already done; the depression that he had inherited from his mother was sharpened to a point by the time he reached twelve, and the narcolepsy soon followed. He has attempted suicide twice; once at age thirteen and once last year. His grandparents are despondent. I believe you can do something with him.
Valentin walked up the steps slowly. His grandmother had stayed in the car crying quietly -- he didn't really care, to be honest. Caring would have been wonderful, but it was something he hadn't been able to do for a long time. He entered the building, was made to give up everything he owned, and forced to sign something. Oh, well -- it wasn't as if he wanted any of those things. They probably wanted the things so they could look through them and accuse him of being a spy. Well, he wasn't a spy, and they couldn't prove anything. He frowned at the bland walls and bit his fingernail until a nurse told him to stop it and to follow her. Thus began a slow death.
Age: 17
Grade Level: Junior
Physical Appearance: 5'8, 148 lbs, brown hair, dark eyes
Diagnosed Psychological Issues: Narcolepsy and psychotic depression
Tell Us About Your Past: My name is Dr. Hilde von Braune, and I Valentin's therapist. I will be filling out this questionaire. Valentin was born to an French prostitute and and an English professor of Anthropology; his early childhood was spent in brothels and in hotel rooms. When he turned ten, child services liberated him and put him into the hands of his English grandparents, who were eager to raise their grandchild. They were kind to him, but most of the damage was already done; the depression that he had inherited from his mother was sharpened to a point by the time he reached twelve, and the narcolepsy soon followed. He has attempted suicide twice; once at age thirteen and once last year. His grandparents are despondent. I believe you can do something with him.
Valentin walked up the steps slowly. His grandmother had stayed in the car crying quietly -- he didn't really care, to be honest. Caring would have been wonderful, but it was something he hadn't been able to do for a long time. He entered the building, was made to give up everything he owned, and forced to sign something. Oh, well -- it wasn't as if he wanted any of those things. They probably wanted the things so they could look through them and accuse him of being a spy. Well, he wasn't a spy, and they couldn't prove anything. He frowned at the bland walls and bit his fingernail until a nurse told him to stop it and to follow her. Thus began a slow death.