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|Name|
Landon Oscar Walker
|Nickname(s)|
Andy, but it's rare for anybody to call him anything besides his actual name.
|Age|
18
|Birth Date|
August 27, 1996
|Gender|
Male
|Sexual Orientation|
Demisexual
|Role|
Patient
|Reason for being in the Asylum|
Landon suffers from Paranoid Personality Disorder (PPD), which makes him constantly feel as if others are plotting against him, paranoid in instances of romantic relationships (he feels that the other is cheating on him without any form of evidence or reason), and combative. His PPD often manifests most visually through his pyromania. The actual action that landed him in the Asylum was when he attempted to burn his then girlfriend's house down because of suspicions of her cheating on him while she was in it.
|Personality|
On a day where his disorder isn't acting up too badly, Landon could be described as just an average, civil person. He tries his best to be polite to strangers and use his manners like his mother taught him to when he was young. He's not very good with anything that is taught inside of a classroom -- he skipped almost all of his high school classes -- but has a good head on his shoulders nonetheless and can almost always talk himself out of a bad situation. He's not a very adventurous person, but instead finds comfort in establishing a system and following it day to day. Although he probably wouldn't voice it, the unknown in both events and people scare him. Not being in control is terrifying to Landon, which is what encourages him to not make daily changes to his lifestyle like others may aspire to do. His therapists tend to call him an anti-social person, but he considers it more of a "selective participation" sort of thing. When these good days leave him unplagued by his PPD, he'll even speak up when the conversation occasionally turns his way. However, when he has taken his behavior-suppressing medication that day when he doesn't necessarily need it, he tends to simply float along with whatever those around him are up to at that moment and not really feel much of anything towards what he may normally care about.
However, days where his disorder is acting up are far more common. As expected, these days are ones full of unwarranted paranoia. In Landon's eyes, somebody he considered a friend just the day before could now be somebody just trying to use him for personal gain. Talking to him is pretty much worthless, as it is extremely rare that you will actually receive a response and if you do, it will probably only be one or two words. Touching him or anything he considers a prized possession without a warning will likely result in a violent fit from Landon, regardless of his usual opinion on the person. His most preferred method of violence on others is through his pyromaniac tendencies, but this of course does not come up as often when he enters the Asylum. Of course, it is not guaranteed that these are the exact responses somebody would receive from him as a response as he is almost always on some form of drug meant to keep him stable just in case, but
While Landon does not necessarily agree with his placement in the Asylum, he has for the most part come to terms with it and generally quit trying to fight it. He approaches his new lifestyle with somewhat of an acceptance, as he has slowly learned that there is nothing else he can do to get out faster than just act compliant and remain off everybody's radar.
|History|
Nothing in Landon's early life indicated that he would wind up where he is now. In fact, the majority of it was actually quite mundane. He was raised as an only child in a small town in Rhode Island by high school sweethearts Rachael and Vincent Walker. He was an extremely healthy child, never getting anything worse than the common cold every once in a while. Early schooling proved to be extremely easy for him academic wise, which allowed his parents to gush to anybody that would listen that their child was going to grow up to be a genius. This continued all the way through elementary school, and his parents were sure that they had been blessed by God himself to have such a perfect child. When middle school came, something changed.
Landon started showing signs of his Paranoid Personality Disorder and pyromania shortly after turning 12 years old. Suddenly, sometimes when his mom would enter his room to take his laundry he would become aggressive and demand that she leave. Stray touches, no matter how innocent or affection, would have a 50/50 chance of ending in either annoyance or pleasure. Sitting in front of the fire place fascinated him for hours, and suddenly he was spending what little amount of allowance he got a month on cheap, disposable lighters and boxes of matches that he would entertain himself with after school. His interest in academics dropped more and more over the years, and Landon was not at the top of his class anymore. This was when his parents started to sense something was possibly wrong, but they still did not intervene more than offhandedly suggesting that he visit a therapist. When he refused, however, and insisted that he was fine, they believed him and turned their back on his new behaviors. After all, ignorance is bliss.
Unfortunately, ignoring something until it goes away doesn't work as well in practice as it does in theory, and the Walkers had to learn this the hard way.
Landon had just turned 18 when he met her. Victoria Davidson. They quite literally ran into each other at the grocery store. (This had been on one of Landon's better days, so he hadn't minded when she laughed her way through an apology and trailed a hand down his forearm) She was the exception to Landon's entire way of living. Where it took others weeks to gain even the simplest title of 'friend', it took her only a few days before their hands were inseparable and kisses to the cheek were common. The two instantly hit it off, and anyone could tell that their relationship was one that had high odds of lasting forever with hardly any bumps in the road. They were happy together and barely fought. But, once again, one day everything changed.
It was their six month anniversary. The plans had been made weeks ago. He would meet her at her house, because her parents were out of town and they would be alone. He was going to make them dinner, because she was just awful at cooking but he wasn't half bad. It was planned out to be a romantic night, but things changed. That day was an especially bad one for Landon, worse than any he had experienced in quite some time. And so when he woke up that morning, he now just knew that she had been cheating on him, and how dare she after all the time they'd been together. So when he showed up at her door he returned the hug she offered not with a kiss but instead with a harsh shove and a length of rope. When she began to cry he smiled instead of stopped, and on his way back out of the house he tossed the entirety of a box of matches into a a dry potted plant and locked the door behind him.
His downfall was that he spent too long watching the flames lick up the side of the house and fill the air with thick smoke. Police sirens got too close before he could run, and before he knew it, he was sitting in the back of a cop car with his hands locked together behind his back. Victoria was fine; the flames had gotten dangerously close, and it was possible that she had slight lung damage from the smoke, but the firetrucks got there before anything could happen. (Later, she would be the only reason he didn't wind up in prison instead of the Asylum, as she begged her parents to not press charges because she still loved him. Landon never spoke to her again after that night, because he quickly realized he didn't actually ever really care about her.)
|Face Claim|
Daniel Sharman
|Dialogue Color Code|
#800000
|Writer|
indecisiverose
