Anne Victoria Levis.

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Name: Anne Victoria Levis.

Nickname: (if applicable): Annie, Ann, Vickie, Mad little moppet.

Age: 27.

Species: Psychic.

Likes:
-Strawberry ice cream.
-Vanilla cappuccino.
-Classical music.
-Everything shiny and lace.
-Striped socks.
-Tea.
-Violin.
-Singing.
-Victorian Era.
-Collecting porcelain dolls.

Dislikes:
-The noise and confusion.
-Malicious people.
-Dishes with the large fat content.
-Peas, onion, corn.
-Insistent guys.
-Visits at psychologists.
-Cigarettes.
-Vodka.
-Little, dark rooms.
-Insects.

History:
Anne was born on the 19th February. She had no siblings. Her family was not rich. Anna's mother, Jane, worked as a music teacher at school. However, Anne's father, Adam, worked as a regular cashier in a local supermarket. Their earnings weren't too high, so in order to help the family, Anna's father took casual works up.
At bringing Anna up a sister of her mother helped, Cynthia. She was a lonely young woman with a lot of money. She didn't keep contact with the girl, but, regularly, every month, payed the quite large amount of money into her bank account. Such a little girl's future security.

While Anne was a child, her the mother made her interested in the music. From classical music to contemporary music. The girl quickly became interested in it, she carried on also a learning of the playing of the violin. Then she already decided that she wanted to combine her future with it. From a child she already sewed own dresses from scraps of materials found in the attic. Then she already had the reputation of being the freak, however, wasn't upset by it.
Everything began to change when Anna went to elementary school.With the label of the freak, wasn't market tolerated by the society. Then the first visions appeared. School psychologist believed that it is associated with stress. She prescribed the girl medicines on of calming and ordered to observe her.

Matters deteriorated when Anne's parents died. They had an accident, the girl only knew it. Fire, or something like that. Her visions intensified, causing bouts of depression at her. Sister of the mother of the girl, took her to herself. She tried to take care of her education. Anna decided to to contour learning at a music school. She did not have very good contact with aunt. She learned to cope alone.
When she finished the school, she made some more money, giving a concert in small, rock clubs. At that time visions have more and more often appeared, causing the more and more great confusion of the girl. The aunt more and more worried about the mental health of the girl, sending her to therapy at the psychologist and giving her medicines for calming.

When Anne started waking up with the shout at night and mood changes started appearing more and more often, frightened Cynthia took the final decision. For her good and Anna's good, decided to put Anne in the madhouse.
Anne was locked up at the madhouse when she had 24 years. The diagnosis of doctors was ambiguous, schizophrenia.

Three years spent in psychiatric changed girl. From cheerful and energetic person, she has become a closed and distrustful girl. Being constantly on psychotropic drugs began to hear voices. Visions appear to continue, instead of disappearing. Slowly sinking into her madness, without receiving any meaningful assistance. Alone she started believing in her illness, still getting lost in the uncertainty.

When every day turn into the nightmare, the desperate girl decided to escape.
Escape?
And what next?
Without money, without nothing.

Exactly.

Special Abilities: Visions of the future

Personality:
At first glance it is already possible to say, that, to put it mildly, Anne is a quite strange. But what exactly mean word 'strange'?
Something that violates the rules of normality? And, just what are the rules of normality?
For Anna's dress, makeup, has always been a way of demonstrating her creativity. Yes, Anne is a very creative and inventive girl. She tries to be independent and cope alone.

Anne is a girl full of life. She can not sit still in one place for several minutes. She can sing and dance in the street amid the crowd. Do not worry too much about the opinion of others. But she is not too happy when she hears malicious remarks. From her face almost never smile disappears. She is friendly and cheerful.
And, actually, was.

Now, Anne, is very distrustful and withdrawn. Almost she had no contact with people, all the time is lonely. Do not believe anyone, and herself. It is worth mentioning the strong fluctuations in mood, which impede her life. From tantrums and shouting, the wild euphoria after the depressive thoughts. Strange visions make the girl did not know what was happening to her.

Anne also suffers from early stages of bipolar disorder. At the moment they are the mood swings which are deepening with the passage of time.

Appearance:
- Skin. : Very pale, porcelain.
- Body type. : Anne is very thin, we can say that she is skinny and bony. However she has lightly muscular shoulders from the playing of the violin.
- Anne always wears makeup. White powder, eyes tightly painted black and small, shiny heart painted under the eye.
- Anne is an individualist. Every detail of her dress is underlining it. From fancifully pinned up pink hair to shining beads sewn on trousers. Laces, shining materials, belts, old ornaments, everything edited for the Victorian era. Tight corsets, shorts, bovver boots are essential elements of her outfit.

Favourite Food: Onion soup, french fries, strawberry ice cream, and tea.

Greatest Wish: Be sane.

Biggest Fear: Be closed again in a psychiatric hospital.

Other Information: She's crazy, definitely.

RP example:

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Here is darkness, a thick darkness. There is no light. There is only silence, fearful silence. The silence that embraces everything and everyone. Here, time flows differently. You lose sense of time. Amid the darkness and silence, not counting seconds. You can not hear the ticking of the clock. You sit in a dark room, hearing people screaming or crying behind the wall. These screams are horrific. You hear it every sleepless night.
Incessantly.

Here we all are crazy. They call us crazy, insane. We are mad. We do not have our own opinion ... After all, we are crazy. We are subordinated. Doctors. They determine our lives. About the time of meals, sleep time. This medication determine the rhythm of life. Decide when you go to sleep and when you get out. Tablets affect your mood. From a chemical depends on whether you will be happy today, or will you lie down all day without life.

You can be whoever you want. Napoleon, Marie Antoinette, or an alien. You might have seemed that can fly or chat with flowers. You can predict the future. Predict the future? It's crap! Nobody is able to be foreseen and change the future. It's just voices in your head. You are sick, need help. We will help you. We will shut you in the dark cell. We can help you! Packed with drugs. We can help you! We can help you! We can help you! We can help you! We can help you! We can help you! We can help you! We can help you! We can help you! We can help you!

We will help you! We will help you! We will help you! We will help you! We will help you! We will help you!
- Shut up! - Anne shouted and she covered ears with hands. These voices, resounded all the time through her head. Quiet, persistent voices. She could hear them all the time. We will help you! We will help you! We will help you! We will help you! We will help you! We will help you! Four words burned in her brain. What could they not die away for? At least, a few moments in silence.
- I am begging, shut up! - Anne cried again. Her voice sounded in the dark cell. She moved back on the cold floor. She looked widely with opened pupils to the dark ceiling. No, voices weren't going to die away. They were more and more importunate and they slowly caused headache.
Schizophrenia, doctors claimed. Your invisible friend and a deadly enemy in madmen's house.
Apart from voices also delusions can turn up at schizophrenia. Anne had these words before her very eyes each time, when delusions appeared.
Then again she shouted feeling stronger headache. We will help you! We will help you! We will help you! We will help you! We will help you! We will help you!
Fire! Heat! Fire everywhere fire! Somebody stayed at home! He will be burnt alive! He needs help Very warmly! The fire is too close, it is too warmly! God, it burns! It hurts! Very painful! The smell of burning skin! Immense pain! He is burning! He is dying! HELP!
- Help! - Anne cried out loud, barely breathing with pain. Headache was unbearable. It was a next vision! - Help me! Please!

The cell was dark and quiet as usual. Nobody came. These are just a delusion, you're sick, need help!

We will help you! We will help you! We will help you! We will help you! We will help you! We will help you!