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Deirdre Blake

"The moon started whispering to me, all sorts of dreadful things."

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a character in “Evolutionary”, originally authored by iamsheena, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

Name: Deirdre (pron. DEER-DRUH) Blake

Age: 19

Mutation: The ability to read minds. She may have more, but she has never had the opportunity to test that. She's also unaware that she is a mutant.

History: Deirdre was born in a small village in Ireland. Her mother died due to extreme complications from childbirth and her father was left to raise Deirdre on his own. Her father was cold and blamed Deirdre for his wife's death; he turned to alcohol to numb the pain. As a result, Deirdre spent her early years in extreme poverty. None of this dampened Deirdre's spirits though. She was always a happy child, talking with her imaginary friends and making up stories and places in her mind. She didn't have any real friends, as they all thought her abnormal, which she was. At age 8, she began hearing voices in her head. Occasionally, she would be able to focus on a particular thought, and would reply to this person's said thought. The small village, old fashioned as it was, began to think of Deirdre as a witch, or possessed by some demon, along with a variety of other heinous rumours. However, most of the time, everyone's thoughts flooded into her mind and she had no filtering system. By the time she was nine, she was no longer accepted in her town. She never attended school, and she never left her home.

One night, her father stumbled home from a late night of drinking. Unable to stand being the father of his wife's killer and one possessed, he tried to kill Deirdre. She awoke in the dark of morning to her father stumbling into her room with a shotgun pointed at her. Although she had no prior practice, her body and mind instinctively protected her by entering her father's mind. This exchange killed him and so she ran away.

She had no idea how long or how far she travelled, but in her nightgown, she was cold and getting sicker with every step. Deirdre was picked up by police in another county and brought into the local station. Her rantings were unintelligible and tears were constantly running from her eyes, while she would occasionally answer a thought from a passing officer. A psychologist was brought in to evaluate the 9 year old and decided that she need to be brought to an institution as she was a danger to both herself and society. The institution is where she grew up.

Personality: Deirdre's personality is full of scattered thoughts and phrases, and insanity. There may be something beyond the surface, but her institutionalization and the lack of acknowledgement regarding her powers has kept any sign of personality suppressed.

Appearance: Deirdre has brown hair, dark eyes, and pale skin. She's abnormally thin because she often refuses to eat, and she stands about 5'2".

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Deirdre Blake's Story

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Why'd you have to leave me alone?

"You're not alone," Deirdre replied while she slept. Her bedroom was dark, save for a little bit of moonlight seeping in through her open window. It was autumn, but still warm enough that a window needed to remain open during the night to keep the air circulating. The walls were plain and white, with only some marker scribbles near the baseboards from the drawings the young girl did while still in diapers.

I can't do this.


"You need to stay home."

I miss you so much.

"I'm sorry," Deirdre whispered, still asleep as tears escaped her closed eyes.

I'm so alone.


"You have me."

The deep, familiar voice lost all its calm and screamed in agony. Deirdre's eyes flew open at the sudden sound and she sat up quickly, listening. Nothing. There were no sounds, no voices. But she knew she had heard her father scream. Slowly, she crept out of her bed and stepped carefully. She opened the door and peaked out into the dark hallway. Down the hall, she saw her father's door opened just a crack as light seeped through. There were faint words and sobs that accompanied the light. Shaken by what she had heard, Deirdre tiptoed to her father's door and opened it a little more, stepping in.

"Daddy?"

"What are you doing out of bed?" he asked, angry and drunk.

"I- I heard you scream."

"What?" He stood up and stormed towards the door, "get out!"

"But I heard-"

"You didn't hear nothing!" he shouted at her as he slammed the door, narrowly missing her fingers. "Get back to bed!"

Tears fell freely as Deirdre slowly made her way back to her bedroom. Still, she heard her father:

Why did you leave me? Leave me with her? I never wanted this. Why? Why?! WHY?!

'Why' kept echoing in Deirdre's mind. It wouldn't stop.
"Make it stop," she cried as she held her hands to her ears while making it to her bed. "Stop it!" Deirdre tossed and turned, trying to make the 'whys' stop, but no matter what she did, it just seemed to echo repeatedly. However, it did eventually stop in the early morning light as Deirdre's exhaustion took over and she succumbed to sleep.

She was late for school that morning, but the whys had stopped and only her regular thoughts kept her company, so she was happy regardless.

That changed by lunchtime.

The school that she went to was just outside her village but was attended by children from several other surrounding villages, so it had a relatively large population of students. During the noon hour, the cafeteria was full of all 300 students at the same time. Deirdre began hearing echoing voices like her father's from the night before. Except they weren't her father's words. They were her peers'. The words were jumbled together and unintelligible. It was too much and too loud.

Deirdre ended up waking up in the office. She had passed out in the cafeteria. Her father had been called to pick her up, but he didn't answer.

Damn drunk. What a terrible father.

The harsh words from the secretary startled Deirdre.
"You don't know him," she replied, knowing what the secretary said was indeed true, but also knowing that it was important to speak up for those who were absent.

"Excuse me?"


"He's not a terrible father and you shouldn't talk about people when they aren't hear to defend themselves."

The secretary stumbled on her words, unsure of what to say, looking quite scared. She finally settled on, "you should go home. Your father will see you then." Her words were cold and unsteady, and Deirdre wondered why before gathering her belongings in trekking home.

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"Run and catch, run and catch; the lamb is caught in the blackberry patch," Deirdre sang, dancing around her dimly lit room. The white light seeped in through a barred window and made everything look pale and dull, but that didn't keep Deirdre from laughing and smiling. Ever since childhood, Deirdre could make fun for herself (with the help of some invisible friends). Now an adult, imaginary friends were few and far between for Deirdre, but her imagination was still as vivid as ever. And the voices always kept her company.

Deirdre lived in a constant haze of confusion that lifted suddenly in short bursts. She knew where she had first lived, she knew she killed bother of her parents, albeit nine years apart, and she knew that she had lived at the psychiatric hospital for ten years. These are the things she talked about when the voices were silent and the haze had gone. However, this would end with the abrupt natterings of what seemed like thousands of voices. She would startle the doctors, nurses, guests, and patients when she would answer their thoughts. Deirdre revelled in the discomfort she caused people, hearing their innermost thoughts. Her victims didn't share the same enjoyment. She scared them. It had to be more than insanity.

Deirdre's song and dance was abruptly interrupted by the opening of her bedroom door and the entrance of her doctor, Gregory Adams. "Good morning, Deirdre."

She stared and said,
"it's rude to enter someone's room without knocking, even if you are having a bad morning."

"It's rude to enter someone's mind without asking, Deirdre," Dr. Adams responded indifferently.

Deirdre giggled and sat on the edge of her bed while Dr. Adams pulled up a chair. She liked Dr. Adams. He was the only doctor who didn't search for an alternate explanation as to how she was gathering information from someone else's mind, and she was rather handsome: brown hair, bright eyes, a strong jaw, and lovely muscles. If she weren't crazy, Deirdre was convinced that the two of them could live a happy life.

Once they were both seated and comfortable, Dr. Adams began: "how are you feeling this morning, Deirdre?"

Deirdre shrugged,
"quite well, I think."

"I'm told that you didn't want to eat your breakfast. Why is that?

"I'm still quite full from our feast last night," Deirdre replied, rubbing her stomach whilst grinning wide.

"You didn't eat dinner last night. That's very unhealthy, Deirdre."

Deirdre shrugged, still smiling.

"Do you remember what I told you before?"

Deirdre rolled her eyes.
"Skipping meals is unhealthy."

Dr. Adams smiled dryly, "yes, I do say that, and so do all of the other orderlies. I know that you simply refuse to eat, and I don't think nagging is going to change that. You're a stubborn girl. However, that's not what I'm talking about."

Deirdre's smile was gone and her eyes were empty.
"If I'm not crazy, then why am I here?" Her haze had lifted and she spoke honestly.

"You're hear because you can't control yourself and other people think you're crazy. You could be out there living your life as a normal person if you could stop listening in on people's thoughts."

Deirdre scoffed,
"I'm not normal. I know this because I can hear people's thoughts and everyone thinks I'm crazy. I'm safer in here."

"You're nothing but a caged animal in here. I don't know why you can't see that."

Why doesn't she get it? It's so easy to understand.

Dr. Adams looked into Deirdre's eyes.

You're not crazy.

Deirdre began to cry. She was lucid and comfortable when her mind was filled with her thoughts and only her thoughts, but as soon as her mind began receiving others', which she knew was very abnormal, the haze would return, and she would be left to her own devices.

"Come Deirdre," Dr. Adams sighed, holding out his hand for her to take, which she did, sniffling. "Let's go watch some television."

They walked hand-in-hand to the recreation room where several other patients were gathered around the television.