Name: Alexander Holloway
Ability/Disorder: Severe PTSD. Alexander has no hope of returning to civilian life in his current state. Constant paranoia, horrifying night terrors, panic attacks at the slightest triggers, and worse. He refuses to speak to the doctors without Katherine in the room.
Status: patient, normal
“No man escapes war unwounded.”
There is only one person in the world who can call him Alex, and she insists on using his full name. The reason is, as they both explained, was that it reminded him of home. Alexander came from a very broken family, with an absent father and an abusive mother. If not for his one older sister, Alexander would be nearly dead by now. At the age of fourteen, he left home and moved in with her, near the school she taught at. It was also the school that Katherine and April Hart attended, and where he met the girls.
Katherine became Alexander’s fastest and closest friend. He took to calling hermy Kathy, though she had long since stopped going by the name Kathy. He opened up to her, trusted her with everything, even his feelings for her twin sister, April. He and Katherine were best friends throughout school, even attended the same medical university. He was determined to be a doctor for the army, Once graduated, Alexander began dating April. He could never bring himself to tell her everything, though, terrified of ruining her perfect view of the world. And though he knew it broke Katherine’s heart to have him keep coming back to her, Alexander refused to accept it, saved all his secrets for her alone.
Alexander was only twenty-four when he left for Iraq. He was never one for war, always a meek, quiet boy. And he disappeared within months. He showed up years later, tortured, terrified, and utterly broken. He would not speak to the doctors, only asked for his Kathy. And Katherine came to get him, soon as she could, and brought him to Bethlem to better care for him. Alexander can hardly bring himself to talk about what happened to him in the time he was gone, but so far the doctors have managed to get out something about interrogations and solitary confinement for unknowable amounts of time.
FC: Ben Whishaw || OPEN
Name: Samuel Costeau
Issue/Ability: Illusion Manipulation, the ability to generate illusions. Users can trick people into perceiving things that are unreal, limited to a few people at a time to prevent overloading, which could throw the user into illusions themselves.
Status: patient, special
Samuel grew up in a small suburban town home to exactly one trailer park. His mother had climbed into a pick-up truck and driven away when he was only three, leaving Samuel to grow up poor with his only remaining parent, a distant father. The man who raised Samuel was strict in the harshest sense, and would be gone for days looking for work. This left Samuel with a lot of time on his hands, alone in a trailer court full of the town’s rejects.
It wasn’t surprising when Samuel, a loner whom his peers often looked down on, got a taste for power and never wanted to let it go. College is rough, particularly so on those who are different. After he realized he could bend people to his will by making them see things that weren’t there—terrible things—he never wanted to stop. For a powerless boy who grew up in the wrong part of town, a taste of power was too much. He used his abilities to gain access to a nicer college, clubs and more often than not, girls’ pants. Using his powers so wantonly could only go on for so long, however, and he was eventually noticed and sent to Bethlem.
Being from the only trailer park in town wasn’t a ticket to popularity. Samuel was almost always on the outsides of other people’s lives, ignored or down right spat upon. It was during a late night Frat party, belonging to a frat that wouldn’t pledge him, Samuel was attacked by some other students. They were well known in the town for their family’s wealth, but Samuel knew them better for their cruelty. While they bought their way into college, Samuel had won his entry with scholarships. Apparently this didn’t sit well with the rich kids, and they decided to take things into their own hands. That night, Samuel was forced to discover his power when he poured his own fear into creating an image of horror for his attackers.
FC: Nikolaj Coster-Waldau || OPEN
Name: Jacob Monroe
Ability/Disorder: Cellular Regeneration, the ability to regenerate cells at an increased rate, resulting in physical injuries healing in a matter of seconds or minutes. Any detached pieces have to be pushed back together for regeneration to take effect.
Status: Orderly; Special
“Here is a list of the bitches I will cut: you.”
Jacob was once a born and bred southern gentleman from Louisiana. With his whole life lined up for him from the get-go, there was very little he could want for. His family was like something out of Better Living, his girlfriend was the prettiest and smartest at his college and it looked like his dreams of becoming a medical doctor were fast on their way to becoming a reality. But you can’t go through life on a cloud, and he found that out the hard way the night of the accident.
After discovering his abilities and losing not only his girlfriend, but also his brother to the automobile accident, Jake fell off the radar. He traveled for a few years with the army, mostly in the war torn areas of the middle east, doing what he could with the medical knowledge he had gained and using his ability to help protect those that could not protect themselves. It didn’t take long for a commanding officer to notice his ability, however, and after his enlistment period was up, he quickly found himself employed at Bethlem.
It was Jake’s 24th birthday, a particularly rainy night, that would change his life forever. His little brother, Everett had offered to play designated driver, which at the shy age of twenty he was more than capable of. The night had been full of laughs and drunken snapshots of Jake, his girlfriend, brother and friends that had ended only once the power of the pub they were in had gone out. The drive home wasn’t a long one, nor was it out of season for the weather - still, if Everitt had paid a bit more attention to the road, he might have seen the truck coming before it hit them head on.
FC: Lee Pace || OPEN
Name: April Hart
Ability/Disorder: Delusional Disorder. April cannot separate reality from her imagination, where she sees her parents alive and well, and always with her. She holds many conversations with them, though, to an outsider, it simply seems like she’s speaking to thin air.
Status: patient, normal
“One believes what they can see.”
Katherine always compared April to a fairy, the way she danced around and laughed easily, the way everything was a game to her and how everyone and everything was her friend. The older of the Hart twins by almost an entire day - and the clear favorite, though Katherine didn’t mind - April acted younger, regardless. She was cared for by most everyone she met, dancing through life without a care in the world, or so it seemed.
As it was, April cared far too much about the world. She dropped out of school early to begin working as a volunteer, first around their neighborhood, but soon around the world. Her parents and, later, Katherine happily supported her as she went on. She met Alexander, Katherine’s best friend and a future soldier just after Katherine gratuated secondary school. They got together around the time April turned twenty-two, and April was all too happy to know her younger sister married. However, she was heartbroken when Alexander left for the warfront, throwing herself into her work.
April went out to west Asia to study cultures and assist in providing for those in the middle of the war zone. She picked up the languages quickly, and soon came to be as loved there as she was at home. But it wasn’t until a visit home that April went mad, as they say. While driving home from the airport with her parents, something happened that severely injured April and killed her parents. But she can’t even remember it happening, can’t even remember the plane ride to England. All anyone can say for sure is that she’s living her own, happier reality, and that, for her sake, it better not come crashing down.
FC: Ginnifer Goodwin || OPEN
Name: Regan Torga
Ability/Disorder: thought to be Post-traumatic stress disorder, awaiting further studies
Status: patient, normal
“As cliche as it sounds, what’s to love when there’s nothing left?”
Raised in foster care by lovely old nuns, Regan was the perfect bully, picking the younger kids until they cried, playing pranks on the nuns when they forgot to acknowledge his lonely existence. All in all, he was a hell of a kid in the worst way possible up until he was adopted by a lovely young couple incapable of having their own children. He was raised lovingly, adored by his adopted parents, though they wouldn’t be pushed over easily, strict as they were loving, they never let Regan get his way as often as he’d like to have, until the habit slowly died down as he grew older. If anyone had known Regan as a child, they never would have guessed he was the same man twenty years later, with a wife, two kids, and a successfully going job.
Then again, they only had seven years to find that happiness of his before it was up in smoke, drifting further out of his life until it was him left, only him. If anyone thought Regan was bad as a child, they hadn’t seen him as a robbed thirty-five year old who insisted on making people suffer the losses he did even if it meant taking their loved ones lives himself. Despite coming to Bethlem, despite trying to leave, despite being irrevocably angry, Regan was actually somewhat glad to be locked in one place, trapped with the same people, as though he could delude himself into thinking they were the family he’d lost. Killer or not, Regan still had a soft heart and he wondered constantly before falling asleep whether Bethlem was doing him a favor or not.
His wife insisted on going out to eat that night with the girls, to celebrate the fact their youngest would be turning one. He agreed with her, if only because he didn’t really want to cook himself, and off they were, heading off to a family restaurant two hours away. The dumbest of luck was their car breaking down in the middle of nowhere, a few miles still from any civilization and no signal for their phones. Regan insisted on taking the long walk alone, thinking the cold, crisp air outside wouldn’t be fitting for the girls. An hour later, he and a tow-truck were at the place he’d left - except his family wasn’t, only blood scattered across the seats as a sign they’d been there.
FC: Ewan McGregor || OPEN
Name: Gerard Fey
Ability/Disorder: Eidetic memory, the ‘ability’ to remember everything in vivid detail. Common side-effects of this ability are constant headaches and confusion.
Status: patient, normal
“Of course I remember you…”
There was nothing wrong, in Gerard’s opinion, with being raised by just his father. The man was a fair and loving man. Everything Gerard ever wanted was handed to him on a silver platter, including camping trips, toys, and baseball with dad. Honestly Gerard had an ideal childhood. That was right up until Gerard’s thirteenth birthday. Gerard’s father told him that they would go out for a very nice dinner, whatever Gerard wanted, just after he ‘did some cleaning’. The man ‘did some cleaning’ a lot. Always in the garage. So on this day Gerard’s curiosity finally got the best of him and he went to the garage where he was told never to go.
The things that Gerard saw there would haunt him for the rest of his life. His eidetic memory would not help that. The poor woman’s face. The blood. Everything about the situation would not allow him to sleep a proper night for the rest of his entire life. Gerard called the police. His father was arrested. Gerard went in to foster care but could never shake the reputation of being the serial murderers son. His father had killed over 20 people. It followed him. It made him hard and closed off to the world. It made it so he could not make friends. And it also meant that when he made one small mistake, in robbing a grocery store (for not more then fifty dollars in food). One tiny mistake. He was sent to Bethlem because everyone assumed he would just turn out like his dear old dad.
When Gerard turned ten years old his father took him on a cross country trip at his request. Gerard had always wanted to see the country. His dad had agreed gladly (though Gerard didn’t know at the time the man had had his own motives in it). When on the trip Gerard had met a young lady around his age. She was sweet and warm and she smelled lovely, she was all the things Gerard assumed a girl should be. They made friends. They talked for hours and hours on end. And then one day Gerard’s father found out about the secret friendship and got quite upset. Gerard never figured out why but the man cut off all of Gerard’s contact from the girl. Since then Gerard has been slightly afraid to make friends.
FC: James McAvoy || OPEN
Name: Mitchell Pallaressa
Ability: Angel sight, the ability to see a bright red spot on each person’s chest where their heart is. When a person has evil in them the red spot begins to turn black, though even little things can cause the dark to spread so deciphering it is difficult.
Status: patient, special
“I can see what’s in your heart.”
Mitchell has had his power for as long as he remembers. It was hard growing up seeing exactly how much evil was in every person. But it also taught him that just because a person has evil in their heart does not mean that they can not be good. As a matter of fact many people with plenty of email in their hearts behave in particularly decent or good ways just to make up for their negative thoughts. Mitchell couldn’t see his own heart, though, and always worried that that meant he was something terrible. Thusly, he acted particularly good to make up for it. He would do extra chores, get amazing grades, do charity work.
At twenty Mitchell got a job as a cop. He prided himself on arresting the bad guys. The ones who let the evil overwhelm them. The only problem was that many of the people he was forced to arrest weren’t evil at all. They were just people who had hit hard times and who needed help. That’s when Mitchell turned to vigilantism. He couldn’t get the really bad guys in his job so he set out to get them privately. He was able to do so for a fair while, until he was caught and sent to Bethlem.
Facing one of the most evil men Mitchell had ever laid eyes on he felt good. He felt good that he could get this man off the streets. This man’s heart was nothing but blackness. There was none of the red that showed good any longer. Only blackness there on his chest. Michael lifted the gun, his hands trembling with terror. He had never shot anyone before and this man was crying. But he was evil. This man had killed many people already. So Mitchell knew he had to do it. To make his first kill.
FC: Chris Evans || OPEN
Name: Katherine “Kitty” Percosa
Status: Doctor, works as head genetic scientist.
“If you listen very carefully, you’ll notice you’re an idiot.”
No one knows anything about Kit’s life before Bethlem and that’s how she intends for it to stay. Refusing to allow others to show sympathy for her bad childhood, she mastered how to turn a personal question for herself onto someone else because, to her, none of the past mattered anymore. The scars on her torso and back aren’t hidden, shown whenever she wore her comfortable clothes as a reminder. Not of the past, but of the fact she was alive now, and would in the future if she had anything to say about it. Since Kitty could snark her way out of any situation, or even into one if she pleased, there was a high chance she’d be around for a while.
What Kit does do is focus on the present. Focus on how she can make the lives of the patients at Bethlem as unbearable as possible. She lives to see others cry, to see them upset, to see them anything but happy. It’s twisted, something Kitty has come to acknowledge whenever confronted about it, but it’s who she is. Her least favorite thing in the world is seeing others happy, at least not when she was the woman looking in from the outside. On the plus side, if you were as miserable as her, she may just get along with you. If you’re happy without her though, be prepared for an unpleasant visit.
The cracking sound Kit’s toes made when she attempted to push herself on to them filled the room and soon after came the THUD of her body hitting the ground. Her toes, the big one and two beside it, were shattered. She could not dance any more and that … that made her mother furious. The sound of her toes cracking would linger with her forever. It was the sound of her dreams being crushed. It was the sound of everything falling down around her. It was the sound of her mothers disapproval of all that she was.
FC: Eva Green || OPEN
Name: Henry Parks
Ability/Disorder: Persuasive, the ability to control people with power of the voice. Users can’t use over more than one person, at the most being too. Can’t persuade anyone to die as it goes against their survival instincts and some people are naturally resistant against it.
Status: Guard, patrols the garden.
“Go walk out a window, will ya?”
Henry Parks was a troubled child. Since he was a little boy, his parents had always thought him to be odd, unstable, but they would ignore it and over the years it got worse when his ability manifested. Rather than repulsed by their son, his parents had found that his ability made him a little more normal and they encouraged him to explore the ability, but carefully. Henry was never much of a listener though, the only thing he followed was the ‘explore his ability’ part and he quickly persuaded his friend to shoot the other in the foot with a BB gun. Granted, no one got hurt, but it was just the start of what would be many years of overconfident stupidity.
Over the years, he would expand on it, getting more dangerous each time until he finally persuaded someone at a gas station to give him all the money in the register. He got away at first, but two days later, the police showed up at his house to arrest him and Henry was in jail for a day before his parents bailed him out. Wanting to find a place to straighten their son out, his parents sent him to Bethlem as an apprentice to his elder half-brother, Edgar Sullivan, in hopes of getting him better. The two rarely got along, Edgar disliking Henry’s dad and Henry just disliking Edgar in general. So despite being at Bethlem, a place of nightmares, Henry was far from changing, in fact he found it a habit of bullying people who got on the wrong side of him. Otherwise, he was a good ally to have; gain his trust and he’ll do anything for him, lose it and you’ll get nothing from him but a persuasively bad enemy.
Henry didn’t really like Edgar, finding that the man was just a little to rough, gruff, and dirty for his likes and so he rarely followed his orders. The only time he did listen to the other man was when Edgar had any news on the process of replicating abilities was going. It was only when he nearly persuaded a patient to walk out the window as a joke that he realized his problem and landed the woman in the hospital wing for four months that he realized his problem. Realizing his lack of control and how dangerous is could be, Henry was attempting to teach himself control.
FC: Dylan O’Brien || OPEN
Bios to read; Edgar Sullivan
Name: Sam Payne
Ability or Disorder: Narcolepsy, a sleep disorder that causes excessive sleepiness and frequent daytime sleep attacks. Click here for more information.
Status: patient, normal
“I didn’t do it, I just slept through it.”
He was diagnosed with narcolepsy at the age of sixteen after he passed out in P.E, Mathematics, and walking home in the space of a day. Once his parents learned of it, they pulled him from school, putting him into an independent study program and from then on out he was wrapped in cotton wool and treated as though he could die at any second. It would have turned him a little spoiled had he not found the whole thing to be an annoying mess that prevented him from having any life outside his house. Even after he became of age, his parents forced him to stay home and as they were his parents, Sam wouldn’t argue with them as long as one condition was allowed: he could have friends and go outside like a normal person. At twenty-three, Sam had a handful of friends and was happy with his life, even if it was a little boring.
Finally he moved out of his parent’s house and into a friend’s after many promises of staying safe and rules of being in contact at least once every three days. The boys accepted, making false agreements to follow the terms though this only lasted for the first week, when Sam found himself eager to finally break from his family for the first time. This lead to scolding, and fights, until Sam was on no-talking terms with his parents, resentful of the lack of a life they let him have just because he fell asleep in random places. Even avoiding jail by going to an asylum by the word of his parents gave him mixed feelings, but he often hid this behind a charming smile.
For years Sam had lived with his friends house and, at the age of thirty, he offered to make a trip to the bank for his friend, who was sick at bed. While he was there though, he passed out, distracting the customers and employees, during which time robbers broke in, putting the bank on lock down. During the time he was asleep, the suspects framed him as an accessory to the crime and got away, using him as a distraction so the police would be off their trail for a little while. It was only because of his narcolepsy that he had a choice in the matter, though once in a while he thought his parents might have been the one to encourage it since they were rather wealthy people.
FC: Chris Pine || OPEN