Mental/personality disorders and/or addictions: bi-polar, has bad anger issues, mildly schizophrenic, suffers bouts of depression (which result in cutting, suicidal thoughts and periods of anorexia/bulimia), alcoholic and a heroin addict (I know that's a lot, but I like having overly-fucked-up characters >__> )
Live-in patient or not? (this status can be changed later): Live in :3
Backstory: Since his bi-polar diagnosis at the age of thirteen, Malcolm's been unstable at best. He's had problems controlling his anger and can get extremely violent at times, thanks in part to an abusive father. As time went on, he slowly grew more and more resentful towards a nagging voice in the back of his mind, a cackling demon identifying itself as Monster. Malcolm discovered that drinking combined with drug abuse would often make the entity go away and he fell into a destructive cycle, which only made things worse. Whilst drunk, he'd often hurt the few people he was close to which would send him spiraling into depression, accompanied by cutting, suicide attempts and going vast periods of time without eating. He loathes hospitals of any kind (due to the fact he's been in and out of them almost all his life) and he wasn't the least bit happy when his ex-girlfriend sent her to the Rainy Day mental hospital; the exact same hospital his brother was in. After a few months, his older siblings put in word for Angus' transfer, and being the protective older brother he is, Malcolm followed him. (kinda sucks, I know >__> )
Writing Sample: "Wha'dya mean he's leavin?" Malcolm scowled at the floor, clutching the phone tight as he listened to the other line. "We're sorry Mal, really, we are... s'just... with everythin' that's happened with Jack-" "Yeah, I know, I was there. So why the fuck're ya sendin' 'im away and not me?" There was a long pause and he let out a heavy sigh, a hand on his hip as he waited for an answer. "WELL?" his brother sighed. "Look... Mal... we're sorry, okay? We didn't really think about askin' at the time-" "Well then you FUCKING ask them now! I ain't stayin' in this hellhole if he's leavin!" "Mal, it'll take months-" I. Don't. CARE! JUST DO IT!" He kicked the nightstand harshly, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the plastic of the phone and he heard his siblings chattering on the other side of the line. Then there was a sigh. "Alright Mal, alright... we'll put in word for ya first thing in the mornin'" when they hung up, Malcolm picked up the phone and hurled it across the room, smashing it into bits on the opposite wall. How dare they, how fucking dare they call for his brother's transfer and not his! They knew how much Angus meant to him goddamnit! "Didn't think about it my ASS..."
Your name: Catherine
AIM: Indigirl450
Character's name: Malcolm Young
Age of character: 21
Picture of character: https://www.repfoto.com/screen98/8002007029.jpg
Character's journal: http://drink-on-me.livejournal.com/ (switching that journal to be for this one if that's ok :3 )
Mental/personality disorders and/or addictions: bi-polar, has bad anger issues, mildly schizophrenic, suffers bouts of depression (which result in cutting, suicidal thoughts and periods of anorexia/bulimia), alcoholic and a heroin addict (I know that's a lot, but I like having overly-fucked-up characters >__> )
Live-in patient or not? (this status can be changed later): Live in :3
Backstory: Since his bi-polar diagnosis at the age of thirteen, Malcolm's been unstable at best. He's had problems controlling his anger and can get extremely violent at times, thanks in part to an abusive father. As time went on, he slowly grew more and more resentful towards a nagging voice in the back of his mind, a cackling demon identifying itself as Monster. Malcolm discovered that drinking combined with drug abuse would often make the entity go away and he fell into a destructive cycle, which only made things worse. Whilst drunk, he'd often hurt the few people he was close to which would send him spiraling into depression, accompanied by cutting, suicide attempts and going vast periods of time without eating. He loathes hospitals of any kind (due to the fact he's been in and out of them almost all his life) and he wasn't the least bit happy when his ex-girlfriend sent her to the Rainy Day mental hospital; the exact same hospital his brother was in. After a few months, his older siblings put in word for Angus' transfer, and being the protective older brother he is, Malcolm followed him. (kinda sucks, I know >__> )
Writing Sample: "Wha'dya mean he's leavin?" Malcolm scowled at the floor, clutching the phone tight as he listened to the other line. "We're sorry Mal, really, we are... s'just... with everythin' that's happened with Jack-" "Yeah, I know, I was there. So why the fuck're ya sendin' 'im away and not me?" There was a long pause and he let out a heavy sigh, a hand on his hip as he waited for an answer. "WELL?" his brother sighed. "Look... Mal... we're sorry, okay? We didn't really think about askin' at the time-" "Well then you FUCKING ask them now! I ain't stayin' in this hellhole if he's leavin!" "Mal, it'll take months-" I. Don't. CARE! JUST DO IT!" He kicked the nightstand harshly, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the plastic of the phone and he heard his siblings chattering on the other side of the line. Then there was a sigh. "Alright Mal, alright... we'll put in word for ya first thing in the mornin'" when they hung up, Malcolm picked up the phone and hurled it across the room, smashing it into bits on the opposite wall. How dare they, how fucking dare they call for his brother's transfer and not his! They knew how much Angus meant to him goddamnit! "Didn't think about it my ASS..."
*failpost is made of fail XD*
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