Two guys are put in an asylum.
One for an actual, terrible crime.
And the other? He was sent there because his parents thought he looked weird.
and then they fall in love duh
SO
I'll be the small terrified bean because I love using him for rps sorry not sorry fam
Name: Bridge Vinny
Age: 15
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bi, but questioning gay
Appearance: Bridge is very short and somewhat weak for his age, with a coarse tussle of white hair, a glint of golden eyes, pale skin, and a smattering of black freckles. Large eyes and round face, giving him a "doe" sort of appearance. See backstory.
Backstory: Bridge is a genetic defect, giving him his mismatched set of features. His father never really did like the "freak" reputation he brought among the family (his mother was killed a couple years after his birth, accused of witchcraft), so he decided to send Bridge off to an asylum in hopes it would 'fix' his appearance somehow. (he's insane.) The only thing Bridge has of his mother's is a small gray ribbon around his wrist - he wears it to remind him to never push someone away if they're in need.
Personality: Little, terrified fluffball. Will develop.
So I kinda have a psychopath character I've been hoping to develop
Ayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy yeah you can do it just copy n paste the templato
Noice
Name: Scipio Ricci
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Asexual Homoromantic
Appearance: He's Italian y'all. He's average height, rather pale for an Italian person, and he has messy, medium length black hair. He has icy blue gray eyes. He has thin, defined, but not sharp features. Something about him is vaguely and unexplainably unnerving…
Backstory: Scipio is a psychopath who has murdered an amount of people he hasn't cared to count. He got away with it for a long time. He knew he was a psychopath from when he was rather young, and when he was sixteen, he lied about his age so he could go to the army. That way, he could kill people with no consequences. Kill someone in the streets, you get arrested. Kill someone in the army, you come back a hero. He's really very clever, but eventually people noticed how twisted his mind was and he was caught killing someone purposefully from his own side. Sent to an asylum soon after.
Personality: Quiet, cold, and calculating. He's a genius, technically, and is almost always plotting. He's very clever, but typically has no need to talk to people unless he's manipulating or toying with them. Manipulating others' emotions is very amusing to him. He doesn't really experience the world the same way, or feel guilt at all. He can be ruthless and terrifying, but can imitate emotions rather well from people watching.
(hnnnnnnnnhnnn I love him want me to type up a starter?)
Bridge squeaked as the door slammed shut behind them, leaving him in a dark, cold, stone room. He had no idea what had just happened to him - why, who, or where he was now. All he knew is that he was absolutely terrified.
(Let's say they're in the same cell)
"Ooh, a roommate~" Scipio looked up from where he was laying with a smirk. He sat up on the cold metal bench, leaning back on the wall. "You look very new. What're you in for, hmm?"
Bridge made another terrified squeak, glancing around quickly. "Who - who are you?"
"Scipio Ricci. Piacere di conoscerti." He waved a bit, but otherwise didn't move. "Now, you haven't answered my question. Why are you here?"
(Oh yeah, he speaks Italian sometimes for which I use google translate oof. That means 'Nice to meet you')
((It's cool, I speak French n Spanish))
"I don't…I don't - know," He stuttered out quietly, turning himself in the direction of the voice.
Scipio stood up and approached Bridge. "Want to know why I'm here?" He said with a twisted grin.
Deciding it would be best to agree with him right now, Bridge nodded silently, fear still shaking him.
Scipio leaned down so his face was very close to Bridge's, still grinning as he whispered, "Mass murder." He stepped back after that so he could watch the terrified boy's reaction.
“Oh - oh,” Bridge squeaked, golden doe eyes staring in fear up at him.
"Yeah, even in the army there comes a point when they worry about your sanity. That point was murdering someone from my own side with a knife." Scipio lay back down on the metal by bench, staring at the ceiling. "Been here about a year and a half or so."
“Is it bad?” Bridge asked quietly, bringing his knees up to his chest. Innocence practically radiated off of him.
"Eh… it doesn't necessarily get worse, at least for most people. Everyone else here is pretty much already insane. You… might not last long here." He smirked slightly, not moving from where he was. "You'll likely start to lose your mind and consider, or even attempt, suicide. I've seen it happen."
“Oh no,” Bridge whispered, mostly to himself. “I…has anyone left?”
"Alive or dead? I've seen people die, but I don't think anyone's ever really been released."
“Oh…okay.” He said, running a hand through his hair and whimpering a little bit.
"So you said you don't know why you're here. Is that an amnesia problem or what?" Scipio turned his head a bit, enjoying watching Bridge's terror.
“My father did it,” He explained quickly and softly. “He didn’t say why.”
"Mm. Well, everyone here is insane. You either arrive here like that with the majority, or you go mad while you're here. I'll bet you're the latter."
