MIGNONETTE, hesper ailis [wip]

[mignonette]

"Hello? Hello? Is anybody home?

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we would like to welcome the new ^{high risk patient},

Hesper Ailis Mignonette,

to xavier asylum. enjoy your stay...

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NAME xx
^{Hesper Ailis Mignonette}
NICKNAMES xx
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GENDER xx
^female
AGE xx
¹⁷
BIRTH DATE xx
^{9 April}
ORIENTATION xx
^heterosexual
TATTOOS/PIERCINGS/SCARS xx
^{Absent tongue}
PLAY-BY xx
^{Olga Moskvina}

LIKES xx
^{Rabbits, white, movies, people who talk a lot, babies, brushing her hair, stretching, the circus, tongues, children}
DISLIKES xx
^{Being asked questions, dreaming, teenage boys, shoes, pointy things, questions, the dark, fairytales}
HABITS xx
^{Hair tugging, finger twisting, dragging feet}
PET PEEVES xx
^{Questions, knuckle popping, loudness}
STRENGTHS xx
^{Flexibility, loyalty, overview}
WEAKNESSES xx
^{Fearful, easily manipulated, too serious}
TURN-ONS xx
^{Intelligence, uniqueness, ebullience}
TURN-OFFS xx
^{Languor, brutishness, carelessness}
CRIMES/DISORDERS xx
<sup>I. Depersonalization
-Fade out moments
-Lost reality
-Subject to suggestion
}Attempted Murder of Brother
}Attempted Murder of Aunt

II. Self Mutilation
-Slight obsession with tongues
-Knife fear
}Cutting of own tongue
}Cutting tongues of various animals</sup>
PERSONALITY SUMMARY xx
^{Peaceful (Generally)
Edgy
Head-In-Clouds
Passionate
Polite
Easily Manipulated
Coward
Humorless
Adaptable
Obsessive}

MOTHER xx
^{Elena Pimenova-Mignonette, Circus Contortionist, Now 38}
FATHER xx
^{Pedro Mignonette, Circus Strongman, Now 40}
SIBLINGS xx
^{Fabian Mignonette, Circus Bee Bearder, Now 22
Riker Mignonette, Circus Contortionist, Now 19}
OTHER xx
^{Kara Fowler, Aunt, Now 36}
IMAGINARY FRIENDS xx
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HISTORY SUMMARY xx
<sup>Hesper's parents were both employed in a circus at the time of her birth, her mother a contortionist and her father a strongman. Her brother Fabian was a bee bearder, but Riker took on contortionism as his mother, and like Hesper would do. She bonded with them very closely, but early on in her life she became just as focused as her mother was at practicing hard and getting a job done. By seven, she had started to go out with her mother and Riker, and began to get very quiet. It was at this age she started to feel apart from everything, like the world was a cartoon and she was watching everything through someone else’s eyes.

She shared a very good relationship with Riker, spending most of her stretching time with him in close company, letting him tell her about the things he had seen or done that day, or planned to do. Often he would ask her a riddle, and she would spend a few minutes thinking about it, answer it, and ask for another, until eventually Riker could not think of any more. That was when Aunt Leanne would step in to think of one she made up.

When Hesper was ten, the depersonalization really kicked in, for much longer periods of time and a much more surreal feeling state of mind. It got to the point where she felt if someone told her to do something, her body had to do it, because it was mechanical and she did not control it by herself. This got her into trouble very often, troublemaking Fabian being the main cause behind most of it. She was angry at him, especially when the world became real again for those set few days or weeks. She stopped answering questions, and started thinking of ways to get back at her brother. Then the world would derealize and she would stop for a while.

Hesper is passionate in what she does, which is contortion. Even when everyone’s voice was muffled and the colors were too bright to be right, she would enter the ring with confidence. She does not try to brag, but more often than not she will randomly do something just to gain a few “oohs” or “ahhs.”

The actual idea came to her when she was thirteen. She would cut off his tongue, and then he could not tell her to do anything anymore. At the time it seemed such a wild idea she threw it away, but a year later it came back as totally sane. She was still very nervous; how would she get him to hold still long enough? She started catching animals and trying to take their tongues out, often failing. Eventually, when she was fifteen, she got a hold of a rabbit, and kept it still long enough to get its tongue out. Then she realized what she was doing and stopped, immediately entering the cartoon world again. When she left it, she had no intention of ever doing it again.

Until, of course, her brother murdered his best friend. The boy went to prison, of course, he had murdered over a fight the two had been having while drunk. Hesper was sixteen at the time, and became very angry at him; he had messed up her family. The show went on though, and she only improved, her oldest brother always on her mind. Then she told Riker about her surreal feelings, and he told her it would go away when she got older. It did not. They actually got worse, with her spending a few months that way instead of a few days or weeks.

At nineteen, Hesper was getting severely aggravated with the numbness surrounding her. She became more and more irritable, until she voiced to Riker she wanted to end it all and he got the idea she was going to kill herself. When he mentioned it to her, she boiled over, ranting to him and using more words than she had ever used before. She threatened him even, despite him being older and much stronger than her. So when she tried to stab him, there was no surprise when she was knocked out. Riker did not tell anyone, because he loved his sister, but when she tried the same thing a few months later on her aunt, the police did find out.

It was during the following couple of months she reentered the feeling of detachment and refused to speak to the judge. They soon decided she was not fit to stay out in the world as a threat, and at the age of nineteen decided to put her in the Asylum. Before they could get her away, the depersonalization lifted, and she ran for the nearest sharp object, cutting off her tongue, thinking it penance. There were two weeks delay until she was ready to go, but there would be no more words coming from her.</sup>

Sometimes insanity plunges itself - imbues itself - into the soul like a knife, twisting and pushing deeper and yet deeper inside until it is not felt anymore. The ineffable numbness that follows is unlike anything. So misunderstood in this imbroglio that Alene van der Veen sat weeping at the foot of a tree. Who would help her? Certainly not anyone from her village. But during a fortnight she had managed herself to the next, then the next, until she was three villages away from home and a complete stranger. Her old lilt was gone, and nothing but the voices and the images remained to frighten her.

So early in the morning wandered another woebegone soul, on his way home after finding himself awake in a field alone. When he saw the beautiful red-haired maiden, he set down his tools and looked at her for a few moments. With nothing better to do, he began to sketch her. He had gone so unnoticed he barely knew when she had lifted her head, and looked at him. His beard knotted and his face anything but clean, she thought she was in the presence of an attacker. Immediately she burst into a fresh round of tears.

Frightened, the man jumps, throwing his art behind him and standing on his feet. Alene stands as well, and begins to run away, but he grabs her by the elbow. She screams, but he covers her mouth and picks up his drawing, then goes on his way home with her with much struggle.

Later, at his house, he sits her down and closes his door. "Why are you alone outside so early in the morning, crying nonetheless?" She does not reply. He continues this, asking and asking, until he is yelling. A neighbor yells to him to stop being so noisy, and he quiets down. But he does not stop the interrogation. "Who are you? Why won't you speak to me? Where do you come from?" He even grabs her once. She is silent though, until the voices erupt in her ears and she covers them. "Are you listening to me?" he yells, then quiets down and leaves her at the table.

Hours later he returns, this time having completed the picture from earlier from memory. He tosses it on the table and sits next to Alene. He is much calmer now. "I am sorry for yelling earlier, but I need you to speak to me."

"My name is Alene van der Veen," she says, ending it as a question of the man's name, and when her mouth closes it does so in a way that seals. Blocking any more words from coming.

"Vincent van Gogh."

NAME/ALIAS xx
^{Nettie/Mignonette}
GENDER xx
^Female
AGE xx
^Thirteen
EXPERIENCE xx
^{Three years (shh!)}
OPINIONS xx
^{Its perfect<3}
PASSWORD xx
^{read the rules}

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