"Burn, my cute bunny, burn!"
"My full name is Ryan Joseph Nicolas... Not that special but...whatever..."
Nicknames:
"People often call me 'young prince' or 'your highness'. I don't care either way... It makes no difference to me"
Age: "I'm pretty young... really. In this horrid humanoid form, I look like I'm 20? I don't know, it's confusing with these creatures. My real age is 153... A little young for a gnome, I suppose..."
Birthdate:
"Does it really matter which day I was born on? Really? Like... seriously? Thought so, too... Tsk"
Race:
"I'm a gnome... Don't give me that look! Not all gnomes are stupid, like to watch your garden, dancing and being all friendly! Okay, maybe the friendly part is true but I'm nothing like the rest of my kin! I suppose that's why I'm here though... This is my true form... Much more beautiful than this one, I might add. When I find the one that puts me in this damn hospital, I'm gonna gut them. Starting with their stomach, I will use my knife to twist their inside out and then stab their livers. I don't want them to die too soon, it will ruin my fun. I will cut them open and watch as their precious life force run dry...and then I will-"
Sexuality:
"Why did you stop me, you stupid thing!? Another question? What are you doing? Question time with the gnome prince? Sorry but I'm not going to answer that! Don't give me that look! It will only make me want to gouge your eyes out! What now? Alright, alright... I don't know, okay?! Ever since I have that illness, note the obvious sarcasm in my voice, I haven't been let out of sight by my parents. Meeting with the other heirs are only strictly professional. I'm not into incest. That's all I know...But really, I don't care about genders. If someone can love me despite my quirks, I can love them, too."
"You know what... I really have no idea why I'm here. I mean, obviously, my parents tell me the reasons why they think I need to be sent into this hell hole but I still don't understand. I can control my urges as they call it, perfectly fine! They said I had this...illness called Homicidal Ideation and it was too strong I began acting on it! But everything was fine before my parents decide to meddle with my life! I mean, really, I feel completely in control of myself and my actions. And things weren't too bad before. You want to ask what it was? Weeeellll, about a few years ago... too long, I don't remember and have never bothered to, I start to get these... feelings. At first, it was just a really strong urge to hurt someone or something. However, those urges were so strong they left me shaking in confusion. Slowly, the urges, they get stronger. I have to write my fantasies in a diary (and no! It's not a girly thing to do!) in order to control myself. It still wasn't enough and I had to move to collecting knives and other sharp objects and then... Ehem, about maybe half a year ago, I started killing. I haven't killed any of kind yet! All I have killed are animals! Just animals. It wasn't as if I tortured someone! And really, killing things makes me feel sane again! That is, until my brother and his retarded huge mouth ruined my life! I was fine! But noooo, they still sent me here anyway! Damn them!"
What do you think about being in the Asylum?
"Are you stupid or what? Really? Don't you use your brain to do anything more than asking stupid questions? Of course I hate it here! I don't have this illness. Why the heck should I be here? And besides, I have to stay with all kinds of creatures! I haven't even been allowed to set foot outside my castle let alone meeting new races for a long time now! I don't know how to deal with this... and I heard my sisters said they would force me to drink medicines! I told them, I told everybody that I don't have any illnesses!"
What race do you think could have caused you to become ill?
"Are you testing my patience, human? I don't have any illnesses so how the heck can a person... Hell, any races affect me? And will you stop telling me like I'm an insane gnome!! I told you, I feel completely fine. Stop staring at me, I will not kill you where stand right now... though now that I think of it... the option is rather tempting... Hmm... I wonder what color your blood is... dark red? bright red? I hate not knowing something, perhaps you should come near here so we can work that out..."
What power do you have left?
"Hmm? Power? Oh, you mean ability... well, I can still talk to animals, if that's what you're wondering about. My parents said I should feel thankful for it. As if I would! It's their faults I'm in here in the first place. If it were not because of them, I would still out here, enjoying my live... Anyway, back to the question, well, I can understand them and communicate with the cute little things... It isn't too bad when I could kill something but since I arrived to this asylum thing, I haven't been able to satisfy my... urges. My control is slipping and fast... I'm too afraid to talk to animals and even the others now. I don't know if I can control myself when I have my fantasies... Go back to knives collecting and writing diary... I suppose"
What do you miss most about being in your true form?
"Basically... everything. I hate this form. It's stuffy, it's ugly, it's vile... Look at this, my healing ability is shot to hell! A scratch will need days to heal fully. I'm too big to hide anywhere... And I can't even get closed enough to the animals to talk to them! They look at my big form and BAM, they run like they are chased by hell hounds. I need to find a way to approach them... My urge is getting stronger. I wonder if I can find anyone willing to be my newest victim. Knowing my luck, probably not... Tch, what a drag!"
Likes:
- â Planning revenge: "I like planning revenge on people... I write these plans inside a diary that I keep with myself all the time... I have learnt my lesson since the last time I accidentally left it in my room... The maids came and saw it. Needless to say, the result wasn't pretty... I didn't know my Mother could scream that loud or my Father could glare that hard. I was wrong apparently..."
â Cooked animal flesh: "Sheesh... I don't know what's with my parents and eating animals! I mean, it's not like the other races don't eat them. I find the taste good, really... the moment my parents found out about it though... They scolded me for a whole day. The whole kingdom thought I was into cannibalism or something. I mean, really? Making a fuss over nothing..."
â Knives collecting/ Sharp objects: "It's one of my favorite hobby. It's kinda relaxing, actually... Before I started killing the animals, I had collected knives to control my urge... Many people are disturbed by my collection. That's fine, too. I like seeing their faces when I show them all sort of knives"
â Freedom: "Yeah, I like freedom. You have a problem with it? No? Listen here, I love my freedom. My love for freedom is on par with my love for dealing pain... which means it's very, very high. I cannot tolerate being captured, restricted or anything of the sort. That's why I despise this hospital thing. Honestly, if my parents want to get rid of me, they should have chosen a less obvious solution. When I get out of here, I swear I will get my revenge"
â Dealing pain: "I like hurting people when I have those urges. You have to be there to understand. When you have the urges, it's unbearable... like an itch you have to scratch and when you hurt someone, oh god, the feeling... it's like drug! The strongest kind. It leaves me shaking because of the adrenaline and a feeling of complete bliss"
- â Restrictions/Rules: "Like I said before, I love freedom... which means I hate its counterpart - restrictions. I don't like rules and restrictions though I don't break them willingly. I know they are there for a reason. Unfortunately, I break rules more than I ever bother to count. Can you believe that eating animal flesh is a sin? Me, too..."
â Vegetables: "Ever since I tasted the first cooked meat. Vegetables have tasted like sandpaper for me. It's horrid compared to the heavenly taste I have the fortune of having. It's like when you taste a candy and people force you to go back to eating lemons. It's just impossible"
â Current situation: "I hate this current situation. I feel powerless. I feel like I'm abandoned by my own family. And damnit! I don't even have any diseases, madness, whatever these urges are called! I don't have anything! It's a phase! A PHASE! It'll come to pass on its own"
â Being in pain: "I like dealing pain... not having them, dumbass! Humans... stupid as one another... I don't know why you can function, really. The reasons always escape me. Well, the thing is... I dislike being in pain. If I have to place myself... I will be a self-proclaim 'Sadistic', sorry but 'masochistic' will never be my thing"
â Family: "Well, I don't hate them... if that's what you're thinking. It's more of a... personal dislike. My siblings are all retarded gnomes with huge mouths. My parents thought they knew everything about me and when they didn't, they panicked like headless chickens. A shame, really. But no, to be completely honest, I don't hate them. It's too much of a strong word"
- â Being insane: "I am not INSANE! I never was, never is, never will be. I'm a perfectly normal and functional gnome! I don't need a doctor with medicine! I need my diary and my knives back! Give it back to me! You are mad... All of you"
â Losing powers: "I fear losing my powers. I hate being powerless... It makes me... weak, pathetic. It makes me human. I don't like it. Therefore, it's absolutely torturous losing nearly all that makes me a gnome prince by my own parents at that. How I hate my life!"
â Being forgotten: "I don't want to be forgotten. It's a growing fear ever since I was sent here. I'm afraid that my family will forget about me. They want to get rid of my by sending me here after all. It will be easy to forget a troubled child and move on"
Personality:
"Well, are we really doing a 'question time with the obviously-not-mad gnome' or something? This is getting ridiculous. So, I'm not mad. What else could you possibly want to know, human? Well, before that happens, I used to be fairly normal... stereotype, I call it. Happy, cheerful, loving... boring as fuck. My family praises me for my kindness... can't you believe it? And I fell for it like a fool, too. That is... before I got a real eye-opener. Anyway, back to the time when I was still stupid. I never broke a rule, too afraid of the punishments to even step a toe on the line. I help the animals like any good gnomes would. I still avoid cats like plague but still, I suppose I was so bad everyone thought I would become the new king or something. Even my siblings were jelous of the people's respect for me.
After what happened, I changed. Now, I love killing, eating animal flesh. It feels right, you know. It makes me feel different from my kind. I'm sadistic now, people say. I don't love the nature anymore. I have become evil. People call me demon behind my back. It's a very grave insult, just so you know. They told me I'm a disgrace to the throne and that I should just leave or something. No matter, I don't care about them. I can't kill my kind... yet. Given time, I can. I have written my plans in my notebook after all. It will be easy. All I need to do is to put some poisons in the river..."
History:
Things change, I suppose. For the better, too. I start hearing a voice in my head. It's in my voice. It tells me to do things. Kill, maim, torture, do evil things. I was such a cry baby then... I tried to fight with my own instincts. After a while, I gave up.
Other: Is there anything else that doesn't fit into the other categories?