Full name: Coraline Elizabeth Tegan Flynn
Nicknames: Cora, please.
Age: I was rebuilt at the age of twenty.
Birthdate: I think it's the seventeenth of.... mar... no, seventeenth of May...
Race: I'm a Cyborg, and this... this is my "regular form." My mechanics are all on the inside, luckily. I didn't need any restoring on the outside.
Sexuality: I'm attracted to males. I think.
Why were you placed into the Asylum? I don't sleep. Insomnia, they call it. But, it's not my fault. It's this blasted ticking in my mind. Tick. Tick. Tick. Yes, that. Do you hear it? It's horrible, don't you think? Apparently, they had to take out some of my brain when they were trying to fix me, and now, I'm left with this ticking. Tick. Tick. Tick. Constant, never stopping, always going, round and round and round, and ticking. Do you know how frustrating it is? Never being able to shut yourself down because all you can hear is a ticking in your mind. I haven't slept in nearly sixty years. Tick. Tick.
What do you think about being in the Asylum? I don't mind it. It's quite nice, having all of the different races of the Netherworld together in one place, to meet, and greet. Well, I suppose. If you like meeting people. And understand the joys of meeting people. I like to keep to myself, to be fair. I don't get.... the friendliness of others. It's strange, and foreign. No Cyborg is like this.
What race do you think could have caused you to become ill? Well, it could have been any of them. It could have been me. Well, it wasn't. I'm sure it wasn't the Cyborgs. We don't have the ability to feel, let alone feel so much resentment to the rest of the races to think up a plot like this. It was one of the smarter races, definitely. Elves? Maybe. Vampires? Minotaurs?
What power do you have left? I have, in one word, invulnerability. I can't be harmed. My skin is impenetrable, and so is my mind. I suppose that helps, being in such a hostile, yet friendly environment. Nothing can get through me. If you try and hurt me, you will probably just... bounce right off of me. Well, my skin isn't bouncy but you get what I mean right? Sometimes, my skin can be torn by certain weapons, such as an extremely sharp sword or a bullet of sorts, but all that requires is a patch up in the workshop, as it doesn't penetrate my metallic endoskeleton.
What do you miss most about being in your true form? I don't really miss much of my home, and my people. The Cyborgs are... unfriendly, uncaring, solitary. We don't socialize with each other, we mope. It's not a fun place to live, if you can call being rebuilt as a machine living, that is. I wish I had died. The Ghosts and the Zombies seem much nicer people.
Likes: At least five people!
Dislikes: The same...
Fears: Everyone's scared of something.
Personality: I don't need much, seeing as a lot has been explained about your character in the previous sections. A paragraph, please.
History: One-Two paragraphs please. Try and give us an insight into your character's childhood, their home, their growing illness.
Other: Is there anything else that doesn't fit into the other categories?