Name: Kelly Vance / Sadie
Kelly's habitual insomnia has left her with distinctive dark circles around her eyes and a slightly glassy sheen to her sage-green irises. Her hair is the color of freshly-drawn blood, the length dependent upon when she was last allowed to get it trimmed. Her nails are unpolished and bitten to the quick, a nervous habit that stems from her unacknowledged need for nicotine.
Sadie never bites her nails, considering them natural weapons, and finds it frustrating that Kelly keeps destroying them. She is rarely seen without a cigarette, if/when she is allowed to have them. Her eyes, unlike her counterpart, are sharp and calculating, the lack of sleep failing to dull her senses as it does Kelly's. Tension coils in her lean muscles, giving her the air of constant vigilance, as if she is merely awaiting the chance to spring into action.
Both are just over 5'5" and weigh about 125lbs. Sadie seems to stand taller, however, since she stands straighter.
Very detailed ons and offs since as a patient things can get quite extreme in an insane asylum:
Kelly's Ons: Restraints, anal, teasing, breast-play, light-medium breast/nipple-torture, electrical stimulation, light scarification, spanking, light-medium whipping, mechanical stimulation (vibrators, fucking-machines, ect.), DP, facials, watersports, cock/ball-worship(giving, obviously), clean rimming(giving), hair-pulling, non-con, pussy-worship, breast-worship(giving), light-medium biting, foot-jobs(giving & receiving), choking(with hands), being rubbed with cock/pussy/breasts, self-stimulating, being forced to get herself off in interesting ways.
Kelly's Offs: Scat, face-slapping, needles(as sexual devices), blood, severe pain, bathroom denial, enemas, being forced to Dominate others, choking/gagging with cock/toys, toilet-anything, tickling
Sadie's Ons: Dominating others, biting(giving), hot wax, pussy-worship(receiving), breast-worship(receiving), pegging, light-medium scratching(giving), foot-jobs(giving & receiving), teasing(giving), light-medium whipping(giving), restraints(giving), tattoos(giving & receiving)
Sadie's Offs: See most of Kelly's Ons.
((Kelly's Offs cover my Offs, mostly. I might have forgotten something, so if your character is planning something that you think might be iffy, just ask me OOC and I'll let you know.))
Possible actions or things that make your character either calm down or get really excited:
Kelly responds to having her hair and back stroked gently, it's the easiest way to get her to relax.
Rubbing, grinding against or scratching her ass is an instant, extreme turn-on.
Sadie can be calmed with a pack of cigarettes, or the chance to be Dominant.
Sadie's weakness is feet, a foot in her crotch or her foot in someone else's crotch is guaranteed to get her revved up.
Pansexual on both counts.
Kelly is even-tempered by nature, she avoids conflict and prefers to simply apologize, rather than risk getting into a fight. She has periods of dreamy lethargy, wherein she either reads or indulges her creative side with treacly poetry, or fairly decent artwork. She has trouble sleeping more than four hours a night, and often even that is cut short by her internal twin, Sadie. Kelly is vaguely aware that she has a second personality, but she prefers to live in denial of it, and if asked about her tattoos or piercing, she feigns surprise. She's intelligent, but her thought-processes tend to run so far left-field that many people believe she's a complete ditz. She's a dedicated vegan, and dreams of being allowed to have a cat. On some level she knows that what is happening in the hospital is wrong, but she craves it, and has begun to think of the asylum as home.
Sadie is aggressive, sarcastic, and foul-mouthed. She despises the doctors for forcing her to submit to their training, and lashes out violently on occasion. Her cooperation can be bought with the promise of cigarettes, an addiction that festers when Kelly is in control. She eats meat and animal-byproducts, unlike her counterpart, and seems to have a pathological aversion to green vegetables. Kelly's artistic ability is enhanced in Sadie, and when she is in the mood, she is capable of creating stunning pieces, though they tend to be somewhat disturbing. Sadie is fiercely intelligent and intuitive, making her quite gifted at finding the chinks in the armor of others. Her sadistic streak can lead her to pry at these chinks with a notable glee. She resists the efforts of the staff to break her will, seeming to almost take pleasure every time she makes it through a training session without losing her edge.
Diagnosis: Dissociative-Identity Disorder
Kelly grew up in a seemingly perfect middle-class home. Her mother stayed at home to take care of her and her younger brother, Troy, while her father worked as a lawyer, specializing in business and financial law. Outwardly, their family appeared to have the American dream, living in a four bedroom, two-bath home on a quiet cul-de-sac as far from the mean-streets as one could get.
Beneath the veneer, however, Jack Vance was a cold man, and he ruled his home with an iron fist. He jumped on every imagined mistake his children made, using them as an excuse to verbally and physically abuse both them and their mother. Heather Vance coped with the situation by becoming a lush, downing two or three bottles of wine a day in an effort to blot out her fear and guilt. She had married her husband right out of high-school, and felt she had no choice but to accept her life, else she would find herself and her children starving from her inability to support the three of them.
Kelly tried to protect her younger brother, but her own fear of their father often held her back from stepping in to stop him from hurting Troy. It wasn't until she was ten years old that Sadie made her first appearance, and began protecting both Kelly and her brother. Sadie took the old man's vitriol and violence, and seemed to thrive on it, giving back as good as she got. She would deliberately draw his attention with whatever she could think of, in order to keep him from harming Troy. Heather and Jack didn't realize at first what was happening, both simply assuming it was natural rebellion, but Troy knew that something was off. He could tell that Sadie wasn't his sister, but he never questioned her, because he too frightened.
When Kelly/Sadie was fifteen, Jack Vance died of cardiac arrest while arguing a case in court. Years of red meat, little exercise and a lot of scotch finally caught up with him. His life insurance policy ensured that the family would be well-cared for, even if Heather never worked. The monster was finally out of their lives, but the damage had been done and couldn't be undone. Heather sank steadily deeper into alcoholism, leaving Kelly to care for her eleven-year old brother. Troy loved his older sister, but he was scared of Sadie, and he worried when she came out. Sadie would often leave home and stay out most of the night, then return to sleep a few hours before Kelly had to be up to get herself and her brother off to school. Kelly never seemed to realize that she had been gone, and whenever Troy asked about it, she'd just look at him strangely and tell him to stop making up stories.
Kelly woke up to find her first tattoo the day after her eighteenth birthday. It was hard proof of what Troy had been hinting at for years, but even with the evidence etched into her skin, Kelly remained in deep denial. She diligently took care of the ink, and the others that followed, as well as the piercing that showed up three years later. She merely told herself that she must have had too much to drink and had them done in a sort of black-out, and that letting them get infected would just be foolish. She learned to live with only a few hours of sleep a night, putting her fatigue off on stress from caring for her brother and mother while attending college. Her passion was art, and it had always served as an escape for her, a way for her mind to relax and all of her emotions to flow out through her charcoal, or pastels, or the paintbrush. She devoted herself to her family and her art, though she suspected that she lacked what it took to ever become a truly great artist, even though there were pieces in her growing collection that were highly praised. Trouble was, she didn't remember painting them.
She was committed to Rosanam Sanitarium by the state. Kelly and her boyfriend had been exploring one another's sexual desires, and he'd been in the process of spanking her when Sadie made a stunning appearance. Kelly was charged with assault after Sadie nearly bit a chunk out of his calf and then proceeded to show him how a proper spanking was to be administered. A psych evaluation rooted out the truth, and given Sadie's aggression, Kelly was deemed a danger to society. The judge ordered her to be committed to Rosanam for no less than thirty days, the length of her stay to be determined by the doctor over-seeing her case at the Sanitarium.
Write your post of how you were admitted to Rosanam:
Kelly huddled in the rear of the police car as it rolled through the gates and up the drive to the doors of the menacing hospital. Her teeth nibbled fearfully at the back of her stud, eyes squinting against the bright sunlight that shone through the window onto her up-turned face. A tremor eeled along her spine at the sight of the building, which seemed to loom over her and glower from its many barred windows. In a strange way, it reminded her of her father, and that sour look that always pinched his face when he first came home after a day at the law firm.
The officers stepped from the vehicle and one moved back to open the backdoor, reaching in to ease her out onto her feet. Her hands were cuffed before her, but neither man seemed to deem her much of a threat, since she'd been perfectly docile on the trip from county jail. She allowed the large hands to guide her up the steps and through the patient intake door, her eyes darting around curiously once the cool air inside was bathing her face. She'd never been to a mental institution before, and she wasn't exactly sure what she'd been expecting. It seemed pretty much like any other hospital, really. Except here, she supposed, the rooms would have padded walls.
One of the officers stepped forward to handle the paperwork with the receptionist, and the other led Kelly to a bank of hard plastic chairs along the opposite wall from the desk. She dropped her head and stared at her feet, glad that they'd allowed her to wear her own clothes, rather than the orange jumpsuit she'd been forced to wear in county. The toes of her scuffed, red Chucks pushed against the floor as she tried to organize her thoughts. If she could just convince the doctors that she was sane, then she could go home and pretend this had never happened. That shouldn't be too hard. After all, the incident with her ex-boyfriend had been an aberration, probably brought on by low blood-sugar, or the adrenal surge from their sexual games. She wasn't a violent person, and the doctors would see that soon enough.
Several moments passed, and a near-palpable change overcame the still, slight figure. Tension seemed to crackle in the air around her, and she went from nervous dejection, to coiled anticipation. Sadie whispered something, too softly for her large, uniformed guardian to hear, and he foolishly leaned closer to try and understand. With shocking speed, the slender girl struck out, whipping her head around to slam it into the officer's face with a satisfied grunt. Blood spurted as his nose crunched beneath her brow, and her teeth gnashed at his chin like a wild animal. Luckily for him, his partner was quick on his feet and managed to cross the room and hook an arm around the girl's throat before she could take a bite out. The uninjured officer pulled Sadie back, struggling to hold on as she writhed and kicked in his grip, fighting ferociously to get free.
It was a tense minute before the nurse managed to step in and, with the aid of both officers holding her still, administer a sedative to the crazed girl. She was taken to her room and strapped into her bed, left there to sleep off the effects of the drug and hopefully waken with a fresh outlook on her imprisonment.