âThe night is the hardest time to be alive and 4am knows all my secrets.â
Gender: Female
Age: Twenty-Four
Nicknames:
Occupation: Painter, art student
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Nationality: American
Years Spent at St. Dymphna's: Two
Mental Disorder(s): Audrey has very intensive insomnia which results in her delusions, bordering eating disorder, and anxiety.
Room Number: TBD
Height: 5â4
Weight: 106
Build: Slender, fails to keep her curves
Hair Color: Charcoal black
Eye Color: Deep brown
Scars?: A collection of light short scars trace her inner thigh from self harm, along with a couple of burn marks on her wrists from cigarettes.
Written Appearance Description: This young lady could have been a picture in a magazine. She was born beautiful but has grown into a pitiful creature. Her strong jaw line contrasts perfectly with her large dark eyes. The depth of her brown irises often times disturbs those who look too long. Bags surround her eyes making them look even more consuming. This darkness is shocking compared to her pearly pale skin. Despite her lips, which curl in a delightful blush colored line, she looks sickly and strange.
Clothing Preference: Audrey prefers to lounge in loose clothes, mostly the clothing that the hospital provides, but also loves to dress herself up for a special occasion.
Skills: Audrey was always a skilled artist, ever since she could pick up a pencil. She is particularly talented in drawing and painting, and even went to school for a short while to pursue it. Though she is always tired she manages to be able to function fairly well, she has both good and bad days. Her background attributes for her wonderful social skills. Despite her introverted personality and piss off attitude she is very good with her tongue.
Quirks: Audrey always has paint on her. Her hair is always a mess, it doesnât matter the products you put in it. She loves to sing and hum and is often caught off guard when doing so. The girl doesnât know how to swim, and is extremely fearful of water because of it
Likes: Painting and expressing herself. Sketching. People who are willing to model for her. Nudity. Classical music. Dressy events. Being barefoot. Sleep
Dislikes: Medication. The system. Her family. Nightmares. Water. Adults who have no sense of adventure
Fears: Water and drowning. Suffocating to death. Never leaving St. Dymphnaâs. Dying alone. Night terrors
Written Personality Description: Miss McFallen was always a diamond. The kind of girl that ruined men just for fun. She was confident, bright and a deadly combination of class and education. Audrey could have done anything she wanted, but fell off the deep end when she went to school for art. After a series of exposure and terror she is now resigned into a very introverted, childish woman. She seeks not to impress others but to gain confidence back in herself. She is conscious of every word spoken to her and will trail into fits about her outward appearance, thinking that she is not beautiful enough. Without sleep she is often times a deluted version of herself, sluggish and grouchy. But beyond the beast that does not sleep there is a beauty that finds life in everything she sees. After all, she is an artist.
Love Interests: Jasper Bligh. She admires the way he has forgotten.
Brief History: Audrey was born to goodly parents, an irishman and a beauty from Spain, both immigrants to America. They lived in California in a shabby house under the bridge. They were poor, but not disgustingly so. They were still able to provide for only child, and thatâs all that mattered to them. Their daughter was spirited one, always getting into trouble as a tot and staying out till midnight when she was teenager. Their rules and regulations were not strict, they wanted her to be happy, that was all.
Her mild childhood held no horrors of obscurities. She was promising artist, and had already sold a couple of painting on the street corner. After high school is when she became obsessed with her work, and obsessed with one man. She was going to school out of state on a full ride scholarship. Everything was perfect, in a way that was almost surreal, until she met Danny Brown. He was one of the assistant professors and willing nude models for her painting class, and Audrey swore that she was in love with him. These feelings did not go unnoticed though. After only a couple of weeks Danny began to pursue her. He was her perfect man, handsome, intelligent, skillful, talented, and funny. There was nothing more she wanted. Their love burst into passion as they continued to see each other, and soon Audrey was all consumed by him. They were more than a simple couple dating, they were a complex arrangement of lust, gentleness and understanding. She was his muse, and he was hers.
Months later he proposed to her and she hastily accepted. She was only nineteen, but she felt there was no better time to marry the man she loved. Tragedy tore apart the picture perfect world that Audrey had created though. Just the day before their wedding, Danny was out that night to buy his bowtie, which he has stubbornly forgotten about. With his new tie in tact and crossing the street he was hit by a car and dragged. He was dragged for an entire city block by this reckless driver and was dead before anyone even found him.
The news shattered Audreyâs heart, and thoughts of never becoming a bride fluttered in her head for months. The grieving was intense, and it was then that she devoted all her energy into her work. She became obsessed with it, in a way that was unappealing to the public, and she spent countless days without even speaking. Most thought it was all part of the process of losing Danny, but things only escalated. Night terrors woke her many times a night, and her dreams became more and more disturbing. Only a couple days into her wild evening fits she tried not to sleep, for the dreams frightened her so much. And after that it was all history. The lack of sleep and over analysed thoughts brought on a morphed perspective of herself and those around her. Her parents sent her to St. Dymphnaâs soon after they discovered her self harm.
