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Chevelle Vivian Moore

“I simply want to live; to cause no evil to anyone but myself.” ― Leo Tolstoy, War and Peace

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a character in “Shared Delusions”, as played by Sambea

Description

Image 「Chevelle Vivian Moore」
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"They are as real as you and I."
Full Name:xxxxxxxxx▖| Chevelle Vivian Moore.
Nicknames:xxxxxxxxx▖| "Velle"
Age:xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx▖| 17.
Gender:xxxxxxxxxxxx▖| Female.
Sexuality:xxxxxxxxx▖| Pansexual.
Ethnicity:xxxxxxxxx▖| White-Hispanic
Former Residence:xx▖| Portland, Oregon.
Current Residence:x▖| Brink Research Lab
Former Occupation:x▖| Student-Dairy Queen cashier.
Dialogue:xxxxxxxxxx▖| 808000
Thoughts:xxxxxxxxxx▖| 708090
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Hair Color: xxxx▖| Dark Brown
Eye Color:xxxxx ▖| Steel Gray
Height:xxxxxxxx ▖| 63 Inches
Weight: xxxxxxx ▖| 107lbs
Suffers From: . ▖| Anxiety
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ▖| Depression
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ▖| Obsessive–Compulsive Disorder
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ▖| Dissociative Identity Disorder


xxxxxxx■////////////////////////////////////// 「about Chevelle Vivian Moore」
Disordersxxxxxxx

Chevelle has shown to have a severe anxiety. Breathing and decision making are impaired greatly. Medical staff should be alerted when episodes escalate. Depression levels tend to differ and cannot be tracked. When depression episodes happen, she does not talk to anyone, but herself. She may eat one or two things from her plate. Our sleep monitoring shows she might have an hour or two of sleep, but is up for most of the night.

Obsessive–Compulsive Disorder is only shown when one of her personalities are present, or have taken over. Signs is the arrangement of her and the recreation room, fidgeting with pens or paper on the counters, and color coding her medicine. Dissociative Identity Disorder, Chevelle is the main personality out of three. She takes over a majority of the time. The two other personalities include Scarlet and Primrose. From brief conversations, we have determined that each have a single personality that makes them different from one another. Scarlet is quick to anger and protective. If the situation becomes to difficult for her Scarlet will take over. She is known to be violent. Primrose has a innocent complex and is the one with Obsessive–Compulsive Disorder

Dispositionxxxxxxx

Chevelle is an outgoing young lady, helping patients and staff. She can be found sometimes in the kitchen with staff cleaning up or sweeping in the recreation room. It is clear she has a mother like attitude towards everyone. It can be clearly seen that Scarlet will come out when around the more violent type patients, though hints of Chevelle tend to still be there.

Scarlet is flirtatious and adventurous. She uses her flirtation to try and get things that are forbidden. If not monitored closely she will take every opportunity to wonder off in forbidden territory. She likes attention, it fuels her. It has been noted that she is sarcastic and blunt. She does turn to violence if she feels attacked. Scarlet is protective of herself and the other personalities. There have been instances when she shows regret, though we are unsure if it is her or the other two personalities.

Primrose is childlike. Like Chevelle she is shown to be helpful and kind towards other patients and staff. She has shown to be shy with the guys and fearful with the more violent patients. She is very imaginative and humble.

Traits & Quirksxxxxxxx

Chevelle has shown an outstanding level when it comes up to math and reading. Though each personality shows strengths in other things. Scarlet is known to be good at strategy and Primrose is known to be good observing and calculating. Physically Scarlet is the strongest. Known history for Chevelle mentions sports. Though Chevelle and Primrose can run for a period of time, endurance is in favor for Scarlet.

It is noted that Primrose is scared pitch-black darkness and cannot focus. Anxiety comes to play if she is in charge. The other two have no effect of it. Though Chevelle will tap on the wall, possibly just for the sound. No other known effects show. Primrose skips everywhere, telling her not to does nothing.

Chevelle will try to lie, it is clear she cannot. Her eyes will look everywhere but yours. She always wears a sweater, saying it is simply too cold without one. Scarlet and Primrose will take it off. Under pressure Chevelle will go mute or one of the other personalities will take over, most of the time it is Scarlet.

Scarlet is quick to become annoyed with other patients. She can be seen wearing long shirts with no pants. Her hair is always in a high pony tail whereas the other two like it down. She has an obsession with men in the Victorian Era lumberjacks. She can be seen talking to the staff about them or talking to one of the male patients.

Preferencesxxxxxxx

Chevelle enjoys helping. She can be seen from place to place helping anyone in need. She likes to take strolls outside by the garden. From time to time staff lets her pick a flower to bring to her room. She enjoys hot tea and Italian dishes. When in her room she can be found reading, though she has yet to finish War and Peace. Her favorite colors are found to be light pink and hunter green,

Primrose loves to color, play outside, and games. She is very skilled at chess, though likes to let the other patents win from time to time. She enjoys sweets and sugary drinks. She can be heard singing in the hallway if alone with just a staff member. Staff should watch her closely outside, she tends to feed the stray animals. Her favorite colors are found to be bright pink and orange.

Scarlet enjoys her time with the male patients, though when bored she can be found either reading or day dreaming out the window. She likes to dabble in other things such as art and music. It has been known that within a few days she has learned a couple songs on the piano. She enjoys sugary drinks, but has explained that a glass of wine never hurt anyone. She enjoys most foods. Her favorite colors are found to be dark maroon and black.

Historyxxxxxxx

Chevelle Vivian Moore was born on January 23rd to a Maurice and Gina Moore. She is the youngest daughter out of two. She has lived in Chima, New Mexico until the age of five when her personalities were beginning to show. They moved up to Portland, Oregon in hopes to get help. Chevelle was doing well, one of the top three in her class, and exceedingly doing well in school. She was also into sports, mostly being softball, but took on volleyball and tennis.

All were going well for Chevelle until a couple years before coming to Brink’s when she started showing signs of anxiety and depression. It was told to us that it started out as just minor, she would not talk to anyone. Anxiety started to show not long after. She would triple check the house before leaving. She had to have video of her doing so. Both grew worse over the years and a couple months before entering Brink she tried to commit suicide.

Chevelle was brought to Brink in hope of curing her. Her family had tried everything and called us once a former staff of ours suggested that she would be taken care of.

Other Notesxxxxxxx

Family show no sign of mental illness. Scarlet is known to hide homemade weapons around her room.

So begins...

Chevelle Vivian Moore's Story

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Character Portrait: Natalie James Bexley Character Portrait: Isaac Abramovicz Character Portrait: Chevelle Vivian Moore Character Portrait: Zane Yeo Character Portrait: Elias Stigsson
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Chevelle laid in her bed watching as the clouds grew with color as the sun rose. She had been up for a couple hours waiting till she could be free from her room. The last time Scarlet snuck them out and wandered the halls till Primrose came and started crying. It turned real ugly real fast, but she guessed it was fun while it lasted. They did get to see a part of the place that they hadn't seen before. It never really bothered Chevelle when Scarlet would take the spot, but it did make her cringe from time to time. Like when they would get in trouble or when she would start flirting with Mr. Stalle. It always made her blush and Primrose couldn't stop giggling. In all honesty, Mr. Stalle was cute, it just... he was so out of their league.

She moaned thinking about all the times Scarlet had flirted with him. He just seemed so nice about it. "Someone has a crush." Thought Scarlet. She could hear Primrose giggling in the back. Chevelle's cheeks flushed a soft red. "I do not, it is just embarrassing when you just flirt with him. It is clear he is way too good for us, plus we are in a crazy house. Don't you think he might pity us more than like us? I mean...even I pity myself. I have to live with both of YOU in my head."

"Hey that's not nice, Velle! I am not a bad person." Thought Primrose. Chevelle could see her pouting in the corner.

"Rude much? I am a great person to be around. Hell, I am even the life of the party!" Thought Scarlet, laughing. Chevelle rolled her eyes, tossing and turning in her bed. They had finally gotten a full night's worth of rest. Scarlet finally let her take their medicine. It usually started to take effect once they was finished their bedtime routine. Once their head hit the pillow they were out.

Chevelle stopped moving once she heard the key to their room turn and unlock the door. "Time to get dressed." She said as she got up and stretched.

"Please don't put that sweater today. We always get hot with it on and if we take it off then we have to take care of it. The last time I forgot it you about freaked." Primrose begged.

"Look, once it is your turn you can ask one of the staff to bring you to the room so you can put it up. It is simple. I get cold, what am I suppose to do? Freeze?" Chevelle slide her pale pink sweater on. Primrose and Scarlet sighed together. Chevelle shook her head, checking herself in the mirror and making sure everything looked perfect before heading out the door.

She ran her fingertips along the wall as she walked. The feel of the bumps under her fingers made them go numb and tickle. She smiled at the feeling. The smell of coffee had made its way down the hall, Chevelle would never drink it when it was made, but she did like the smell.

It didn't take her long to get to the common area and there were people already there. She smiled at those who looked up at her and continued her way to the food. She got herself some orange juice and a breakfast bar before going sit by the window. The rays were warm and she took enjoyed every moment of it. A few seconds of sunbathing and Chevelle began to slowly eat. Something was better than nothing. She had a feeling that tests were going to be done and Scarlet would be the one to come out. She always came out when tests were done or when things became a little to difficult for her or Primrose, but she also felt that because Scarlet always came out at these times the test would never stop.

Chevelle shook the thoughts away and watched the world outside live on like she was never there.

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The air is thick with the scent of coffee. Caffeine - yesterday’s drug of choice. Natalie needed her caffeine fix. Nat sips and analyzes, her favorite activity by far. First enters Isaac, he meets her eyes for only a moment before stealing off to a far corner to eat his food. Elias is next, he waves to her before shuffling himself across the room to get food. Finally enters Chevelle, she finds her way to the window seat. She sipped her coffee quietly, and hummed happily at the warm flavor that washed over her tongue.

Sunlight flashed through the window, glancing off her icy blue eyes. Memories flooded her, washing her away from reality. Natalie felt the panic begin like a cluster of spark plugs in her abdomen. Tension grew in her face and limbs, her mind replaying the last attack. Her breathing became more rapid, more shallow. Nat knew tensing against the shaking of her limbs is useless but she does it instinctively, trying to suppress for a few more moments what she knows she cannot. She needs to drink in the silence, to counteract the fear that threatens to engulf her.

In these moments before her personal hurricane, she understood the drug addict, the alcoholic... anything to stop the primal surge to flee. Her eyes glued to the mug on the counter next to her white knuckles.
It wasn't beautiful or elegant, it wasn't expensive, it had no sentimental value, and yet for a moment she reached out to touch the mug as if it was her most valuable item. She anchored herself to reality with the feel of the warm ceramic against her palms. The coffee lapped over the dark edge of the cup as her hands shook around it. Everyone in the room became nothing more than a distant roar. Her thoughts accelerated and she gripped the counter.

“This is not then. Be a Gryffindor Natalie” She whispered to herself.

“This is not then” She said quietly and yet with more force.

Her breathing slowed as she focused on the world around her. The darkness that had edged at her vision started to recede. The silence caressed her skin like a cool summer breeze, smoothing her soul, taking away her jagged edges. Reality slowly started washing in. She glanced around and hoped no one had seen her break, after all, she had to protect her reputation.

“Anxiety is overestimating the problem and underestimating my ability to deal with it.” She muttered as she poured more coffee.

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Character Portrait: Natalie James Bexley Character Portrait: Raven Anderson Character Portrait: Isaac Abramovicz Character Portrait: Chevelle Vivian Moore Character Portrait: Zane Yeo Character Portrait: Elias Stigsson Character Portrait: Andrew Smith
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「Zane Yeo」 and 「Elias Stigsson」
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Elias was just finishing his cereal when the door opened. Zane walked in without a thought, footsteps loud in the relative quiet of the room. Fresh from the shower, he was dressed in a black shirt and light blue jeans with a small white towel draped around his shoulders, hair a mess of damp black strands that clumped together and smelled of the clean disinfectant soap that the facilities normally carried.

"Morning," he said to everyone. Reaching out to the fruit bowl, he grabbed an apple, masticating on it with great relish. The run from earlier had left a gaping hole in Zane's stomach that he needed to fill with food, and fruit served as a good way to replenish his energy - simple sugars and filling to boot. He leant against the counter besides Natalie, one elbow resting carelessly against the edge. "Wha'sh sup?" he asked through a mouthful of apple.

Elias smiled from where he sat, lips forming a gentle curve as he held onto the bowl. "What?" He asked teasingly. "Sorry Zane, can't hear what you're saying."

"Mmgh." Zane swallowed the huge lump of masticated apple, shooting a dirty look at Elias. "You know what I mean," he said, scowling, but his tone wasn't heated and there was a thoughtful tilt to his scowl. "And I'm definitely going to win today's round of blackjack - you might have won yesterday's round, but that doesn't mean you'll be winning today."

"Haha, sure!" Elias laughed easily from where he sat, hand slipping into the pocket where his deck of cards were. Yesterday's game had been pretty fun - people had joined in for over an hour, at least before lights out anyways. He grinned at Zane, eyes carefully looking at his shoulder. "I'm ready any day - anyone else want in? It'll have to take place later, though - after the medication."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." Zane shrugged and turned away, snagging a banana this time. "So, what's up? And who here thinks they're gonna get us started on new medications again this time?"

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The appearance of Elias wasn't much of an intrusion on Isaac's little bubble. He was one of the people who accepted that Isaac probably didn't want to be involved in much of the socialising. Isaac raised his head enough to catch sight of the wave sent his way. He begrudgingly waved back, managing to force a small smile. He wasn't trying to seem impolite, especially when he liked the company of Elias if he was in the mood to talk or interested in a game of cards.

Isaac didn't dislike anyone who turned up at Brink particularly. He had a mild dislike for some staff members, but the resentment he had buried for them hadn't really surfaced in many months. He liked Natalie as well, he decided as he crunched on his apple. She was logical and didn't let much get in the way of that and if he needed to borrow a book, she probably had it.

He finally gave up on his apple, standing up to toss the core in the bin. He tucked his sketchbook under his arm. He threw the core away before heading towards the counter. He opened his sketchbook to the next empty page, printing the date neatly at the top.

'Breakfast: Breakfast Bar and Apple. Nat already present. Made coffee. Chevelle came in shortly after me, had a breakfast bar and OJ. Elias prompt, got cereal.'

His running commentary was interrupted by the opening of the door. Zane strode in, his footsteps echoing around Isaac's head. He groaned and looked up, his peace shattered. He was still manic judging by the slight reddening of his cheeks, he had been for the past couple of days. Isaac had gathered that he had been running to and from the facility. He had noted the fact in his sketchbook a few times in the past days.

Grabbing an apple he gave them all a customary welcome before biting into it with relish. Isaac noted the observation down before starting to doodle. He liked to balance out the writing with drawings, usually quick sketches of the other patients but sometimes his family and more often his snake. He swirled his pencil around the breakfast data creating a familiar eyebrow he labelled deftly as "NATALIE". He knew everyone around's facial features better than he new his own reflection most days. It was grounding knowing that there were other people just meters away from him that were actually real and there.

He was drawn out of his little world by an offer from Elias. "I'm ready any day - anyone else want in? It'll have to take place later, though - after the medication."

He frowned, trying to link it to a sentence before hand he'd only half caught. Zane had suggested Blackjack, that'll be it. "I'm in for blackjack" he muttered, breaking his silence "I could do with a good game" he finished. He shut his sketchbook with a snap, lodging his pencil back in the spine. He was going to push himself to actually talk to people today.

"So, what's up? And who here thinks they're gonna get us started on new medications again this time?"

"Knowing how everyone seems settled this morning, i reckon we'll all be on new ones... everything is too quiet" Isaac shrugged, tucking the sketchbook back under his arm "well either that or Stalle has abandoned all efforts to fix us up" He added with a slight apprehensive look towards to door as if even the name of the director would summon him.

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「Natalie James Bexley」
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Natalie watched the banter between the two men in front of her with some amusement. She loved watching people, especially people like herself. She found peoples actions and the thought process behind their actions intriguing. She plastered an amiable smile on her face. The corners of her lips fought to fall down and the reveal her true self. But she couldn't let that happen, not after realizing that this is what everybody wanted - a woman who would always be happy and playful, not someone who still carried the ghost of her past and didn't even know how to smile for real. She had figured out how to act playful, and had been carrying out the 'happy girl' role pretty well so far.

"I'm ready any day - anyone else want in? It'll have to take place later, though - after the medication." Elias said. Black Jack. Her first thought was, of course, no…but she knew she needed to spend more time with people, or so that’s what she had been told repeatedly by the doctors here.

"I'm in for blackjack I could do with a good game"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. So, what's up? And who here thinks they're gonna get us started on new medications again this time?" Zane said.

“Black Jack sounds fun, I mean, if you think you have what it takes to play with the big dogs?” Natalie said as she smiled playfully at the boys over the rim of her cup.

“Knowing how everyone seems settled this morning, I reckon we'll all be on new ones... everything is too quiet, well either that or Stalle has abandoned all efforts to fix us up" Isaac said. Natalie laughed, sweet and soft, like the sound of tinkling bells. This surprised even herself and she looked away with some embarrassment.

“One can only hope.” She said wryly as she poured the small remainder of her coffee down the drain and washed her cup.

"I doubt we are lucky enough to be free of Stalle that easily." She joked as she placed the cup back in its rightful location before turning to face the group.

"In the mean time, how is everyone?" Natalie asked earnestly. Though the group wasn't particularly close, she felt almost obligated to keep an eye on each of them. It was a peculiar feeling she had yet to master. Nat let her eyes drift around the group, person to person, sensing their response to her question, while she waited patiently for anyone to answer.

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Natalie laughed. The sound was out of place in the usually quiet surroundings. It was a welcome laugh though, it didn't get on his nerves really. “One can only hope.” Natalie joked. God if only. He did like Stalle as a person, he just didn't like the often accompanying meds and therapy sessions or staff members who treated them like guinea pigs. Sure, they were taking possibly unsafe medication, but they were still mostly human.

Isaac returned to his spot on the chair, opening his book to start another pair of eyes. Elias's this time, his eyes were slightly scrunched in the way that they did when he smiled. He didn't have a photographic memory but eyes always stood out to him. "The windows to the soul" His dad always said when he had found another date online. They all had such honest eyes to his father. Isaac winced. Looks were deceiving, he above all knew that, and eyes can be easily tricked. The thought made his stomach churn. He stilled his pencil for a moment, shaking off the sick feeling creeping up his throat.

He scolded himself internally. He was drawing eyes, like always, not creating a running commentary on his life. He returned to his drawing. Maybe it was just a little brain hiccup, that happened some times, he had hoped that it would be a steady day today.

"In the mean time, how is everyone?" Natalie was trying to make conversation he noted internally, trying to word out and appropriate response. He needed to learn to talk to people properly, none of this hiding himself away and only letting one of the doctors talk to him.

"Could be better, but then again couldn't we all?" He muttered softly to himself. He almost made himself laugh. He decided he should probably note his attempts at interacting with the people around him. It was probably a bit too obsessive to note though, he'd mention it at his next evaluation though if they asked about his interaction. It probably wouldn't help his case to become an outpatient if he gave an exact time and date. Maybe if Stalle or someone just saw him trying to talk.

He placed his pencil down gently and closed his eyes. As soon as the medication was handed out maybe he would avoid blackjack and retreat to his room like an injured animal. Socialising took it out of him. He'd be better reading or... no, he had to do it. He'd been told quite explicitly to talk to the others.