Gravespoint - Active since April 30th, 2012
Welcome to Gravespoint Asylum, where we pride ourselves in our ability to rehabilitate even the most difficult, and troubled of cases.
Wandering these halls you'll make friends, enemies, live a life as normal as possible. Just try not to upset the wrong people, for there are those patients of a far deadlier nature lurking in the shadows. Watch your step, mind your tongue, or you too may stumble among the slowly rising body count Gravespoint Asylum is building up. Will you survive your stay in Gravespoint? Only time will tell.

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Name → Marcus HollandAge → 24Disorder/Staff Member → TherapistStatus → DeceasedShips → NoneBio → 
Marcus is normal, or so he likes to think. He has a temper and drinks too much but so what? He’s entitled to it. He lost one of the best things in his life, all thanks to one person. It took him three years but he finally found them. Now we will have his revenge after playing a bit. 

Name → Marcus Holland
Age → 24
Disorder/Staff Member → Therapist
Status → Deceased
Ships → None
Bio → 

Marcus is normal, or so he likes to think. He has a temper and drinks too much but so what? He’s entitled to it. He lost one of the best things in his life, all thanks to one person. It took him three years but he finally found them. Now we will have his revenge after playing a bit. 

Name → Raven ValentineAge → 17Disorder/Staff Member → Selective Mutism, Catoptrophobia, Paranoia & Congenital Analgesia Status → DeceasedShips → Raven/ChemistryBio → 
Raven has never felt physical pain. Not that she can remember. She has no recollection of her life before she was five years old. It’s believed that’s because she repressed it. All that is known is that one day when Raven was five years old, Fleur Valentine found her dying in the streets. She took Raven home, demanded her parents to let her stay, and slowly nursed her back to health. But Fleur didn’t want to let Raven go again. What if it got worse? What if she ended up dead in a ditch? No, she’d have none of that. So Fleur took Raven under her wing, and eventually Raven was adopted into the family, becoming Raven Valentine. 
There was just one problem growing up with Fleur. Fleur would tell her things. Little harmless things, stories, and tales, but Raven had a very impressionable mind. The more she heard of the world through the looking glass, the more fearful she got, until she was screaming for the mirrors to be covered. They lived in the mirrors. That was what Raven always said after that. One of the few things she said. After a while, the paranoia grew. She didn’t know who was out to get her. The only person she could truly trust was Fleur.
Until one day Fleur left. Raven was left alone in their big bedroom. And one day the mirrors weren’t covered anymore. Raven was too afraid to move from her spot. If she got too close, they would get her. She was left in that room, the mirrors uncovered for hours before anyone noticed. She was found in a ball in the middle of the bed, shaking as she covered her eyes, hoping they wouldn’t get her. After that, she stopped talking. She only spoke every now and then. Only when she truly needed to, and the few things she did say didn’t make much sense to most people. “Tick, tock, tick, tock”, “Running out of time”, and “They live in the mirrors” were the few phrases they could get her to say. Her parents finally gave in, sending Raven to Gravespoint to be reunited with her sister.

Name → Raven Valentine
Age → 17
Disorder/Staff Member Selective Mutism, Catoptrophobia, Paranoia & Congenital Analgesia 
Status  Deceased
Ships → Raven/Chemistry
Bio → 

Raven has never felt physical pain. Not that she can remember. She has no recollection of her life before she was five years old. It’s believed that’s because she repressed it. All that is known is that one day when Raven was five years old, Fleur Valentine found her dying in the streets. She took Raven home, demanded her parents to let her stay, and slowly nursed her back to health. But Fleur didn’t want to let Raven go again. What if it got worse? What if she ended up dead in a ditch? No, she’d have none of that. So Fleur took Raven under her wing, and eventually Raven was adopted into the family, becoming Raven Valentine. 

There was just one problem growing up with Fleur. Fleur would tell her things. Little harmless things, stories, and tales, but Raven had a very impressionable mind. The more she heard of the world through the looking glass, the more fearful she got, until she was screaming for the mirrors to be covered. They lived in the mirrors. That was what Raven always said after that. One of the few things she said. After a while, the paranoia grew. She didn’t know who was out to get her. The only person she could truly trust was Fleur.

Until one day Fleur left. Raven was left alone in their big bedroom. And one day the mirrors weren’t covered anymore. Raven was too afraid to move from her spot. If she got too close, they would get her. She was left in that room, the mirrors uncovered for hours before anyone noticed. She was found in a ball in the middle of the bed, shaking as she covered her eyes, hoping they wouldn’t get her. After that, she stopped talking. She only spoke every now and then. Only when she truly needed to, and the few things she did say didn’t make much sense to most people. “Tick, tock, tick, tock”, “Running out of time”, and “They live in the mirrors” were the few phrases they could get her to say. Her parents finally gave in, sending Raven to Gravespoint to be reunited with her sister.

Name → Karlie UnbrantAge → 16Disorder/Staff Member →  Wendigo PsychosisStatus → DeceasedShips →  Karlie/HumanBio →
It started off as just a little curiousity. Karlie spent most of her time alone in her room working on her singing, so when she did socialize, she didn’t think anything of it when she found herself wondering what it would taste like if she licked them. She was just 10 years old at the time. The next few years would show that curiousity growing from a simple little lick to wondering how their flesh would feel between her teeth, what it would feel like when the blood spilled onto her tongue and the coppery scent of blood filled her senses. Just 15 years old, Karlie found herself sitting in class one day just staring at the exposed side of a classmate’s neck, wondering how it would feel if they screamed when she bit them. In the locker room before gym that same day, she grabbed the last girl left from behind and pulled her further into the room, sinking her teeth into her neck. When the class ended and the teacher came to reopen the locker room, they found her in a pool of blood, a simple smile on her face as she pulled another piece of flesh from the girl’s body. With no other choice, Karlie was sent to Gravespoint Asylum in hopes of finding a cure for what appears to be incurable.

Name → Karlie Unbrant
Age → 16
Disorder/Staff Member →  Wendigo Psychosis
Status → Deceased
Ships →  Karlie/Human
Bio 

It started off as just a little curiousity. Karlie spent most of her time alone in her room working on her singing, so when she did socialize, she didn’t think anything of it when she found herself wondering what it would taste like if she licked them. She was just 10 years old at the time. The next few years would show that curiousity growing from a simple little lick to wondering how their flesh would feel between her teeth, what it would feel like when the blood spilled onto her tongue and the coppery scent of blood filled her senses. Just 15 years old, Karlie found herself sitting in class one day just staring at the exposed side of a classmate’s neck, wondering how it would feel if they screamed when she bit them. In the locker room before gym that same day, she grabbed the last girl left from behind and pulled her further into the room, sinking her teeth into her neck. When the class ended and the teacher came to reopen the locker room, they found her in a pool of blood, a simple smile on her face as she pulled another piece of flesh from the girl’s body. With no other choice, Karlie was sent to Gravespoint Asylum in hopes of finding a cure for what appears to be incurable.


Name → Ryan BrubakerAge → 18Disorder/Staff Member →  Hypersexuality Disorder Status → DeceasedShips →   Ryan/Kurt, Ryan/Sebastian, Ryan/human Bio →
Ryan came from an average family in an average town, in an average part of the state. There wasn’t anything particularly remarkable and him or his family, except maybe that Ryan was a bit prettier than most of his relatives. He only knew that because of what people on the internet told him. Well, that and the half dozen one night stands he had every few weeks.
That was a lie – the one night stands part, not the internet part. Ryan didn’t sleep with nearly as many people as he wanted to, but in his mind he slept with everyone. It was ridiculous, but he figured it was just a teenage boy thing. Everyone said that boys were ruled by their hormones, and Ryan was definitely there.
He’d lose himself in sexual fantasies at the drop of a hat, mind wandering over to intricate scenarios that always ended in him having sex with whoever had caught his eye before he drifted. Generally he preferred male partners, in real life as well as his fantasies, but anyone would do. The fantasies and planning hookups took hours from his day, more time than they probably should have. The fantasies came when he was bored, or upset, or stressed, and it was usually when he was agitated in some way that he actually sought out one night stands.
From the age of fifteen, any significant or stressful change in his life resulted in more sexual fantasies and “stress relief” masturbation, as well as the occasional hookup. When his grandfather died when he was seventeen, instead of crying and letting himself mourn the way the average person did, Ryan threw himself into bed with the first person he could get to agree.
Sex was always the answer, the solution to every problem and every bored or even vaguely emotional moment in his life. And maybe it was a bad thing when he needed to go to the bathroom during classes to get rid of a problematic erection from all his fantasizing. Maybe it wasn’t, but it probably was. Yet no matter how hard Ryan tried, he just could not keep his fantasies in check. So he gave up, let them come as they would, and tried not to let them and his constant need for release.
Everything was fine until senior year. The stress of having to apply for colleges and scholarships made Ryan fantasize more, made him post pictures of himself and videos so he could get off on other people getting off on him. It cut into his school work, cut into his time with the few friends that had stuck around for the last few years.  His school work dropped off from Bs to Ds and his parents finally took notice that something was wrong with Ryan. It didn’t take long for him to be diagnosed – especially after getting caught having sex with a cheerleader in his father’s car, and a lacrosse player in his mom’s Jeep, and his math tutor in the living room all in the same week.
It didn’t take long for his parents to decide to ship him off to Gravespoint after he slept with his therapist.

Name → Ryan Brubaker
Age → 18
Disorder/Staff Member →  Hypersexuality Disorder 
Status → Deceased
Ships →   Ryan/Kurt, Ryan/Sebastian, Ryan/human 
Bio 

Ryan came from an average family in an average town, in an average part of the state. There wasn’t anything particularly remarkable and him or his family, except maybe that Ryan was a bit prettier than most of his relatives. He only knew that because of what people on the internet told him. Well, that and the half dozen one night stands he had every few weeks.

That was a lie – the one night stands part, not the internet part. Ryan didn’t sleep with nearly as many people as he wanted to, but in his mind he slept with everyone. It was ridiculous, but he figured it was just a teenage boy thing. Everyone said that boys were ruled by their hormones, and Ryan was definitely there.

He’d lose himself in sexual fantasies at the drop of a hat, mind wandering over to intricate scenarios that always ended in him having sex with whoever had caught his eye before he drifted. Generally he preferred male partners, in real life as well as his fantasies, but anyone would do. The fantasies and planning hookups took hours from his day, more time than they probably should have. The fantasies came when he was bored, or upset, or stressed, and it was usually when he was agitated in some way that he actually sought out one night stands.

From the age of fifteen, any significant or stressful change in his life resulted in more sexual fantasies and “stress relief” masturbation, as well as the occasional hookup. When his grandfather died when he was seventeen, instead of crying and letting himself mourn the way the average person did, Ryan threw himself into bed with the first person he could get to agree.

Sex was always the answer, the solution to every problem and every bored or even vaguely emotional moment in his life. And maybe it was a bad thing when he needed to go to the bathroom during classes to get rid of a problematic erection from all his fantasizing. Maybe it wasn’t, but it probably was. Yet no matter how hard Ryan tried, he just could not keep his fantasies in check. So he gave up, let them come as they would, and tried not to let them and his constant need for release.

Everything was fine until senior year. The stress of having to apply for colleges and scholarships made Ryan fantasize more, made him post pictures of himself and videos so he could get off on other people getting off on him. It cut into his school work, cut into his time with the few friends that had stuck around for the last few years.  His school work dropped off from Bs to Ds and his parents finally took notice that something was wrong with Ryan. It didn’t take long for him to be diagnosed – especially after getting caught having sex with a cheerleader in his father’s car, and a lacrosse player in his mom’s Jeep, and his math tutor in the living room all in the same week.

It didn’t take long for his parents to decide to ship him off to Gravespoint after he slept with his therapist.