The Asylum was a large complex that had been built near Sacremento, California, and looked like a cross between a hospital, a psych ward, and a nursing home. Sterile rooms, dull hallways, but at the same time, a few odd nick-nacks that made the place feel a little more like a home than most hospitals. And that's because, for many creatures, that's what it was. This was where the misfits of the galaxy were sent, those too hopeless to live on their own. Andalite
vecols, poor souls of various species who had been trapped in horrifying mid-morphs, Yeerks and Taxxons who for whatever reason couldn't gain the morphing technology, and even the odd mentally-unstable Leeran. The misfits of the universe gathered here simply because there was nowhere else for them to go.
Living within these walls was a young female Andalite who seemed, at first glance, to be perfectly healthy. Her name was Torashan-Kuirkell-Shralin, but most of the other patients here had simply shortened her name to Tora. She didn't look like there was anything wrong with her, but she was still considered a
vecol by her people. You see, she had a mental condition that, while uncommon, was not unheard-of among Andalites. Most Andalites have some psychic sensitivity, which allowed them to percieve and send thought-speak. But Torashan had a version of schizophrenia that intensified and perverted this psychic ability, leading her to recieve any and all thoughts that came her way, not as spoken words, but as vivid hallucinations. She could not distinguish the thoughts of those around her from reality.
She had been shunned from society, like most
vecols on her home world. But for her, that was not enough. Andalites projected their thoughts too harshly for her fragile mind, their words like a painful cacophony of images to her warped perception. So she was moved to earth, to live among humans, where their thoughts were just the slightest bit gentler.
Still, she'd had no idea how to take care of herself. She wandered around in the countryside for a while, lost and confused, never knowing what was real and what wasn't, or where she was, or what she should be doing. So she was eventually put in the Asylum, the one place where she might actually find some semblance of belonging. Or at least, where she wouldn't hurt herself or anyone else.
At the moment, Tora was in a huge grassy courtyard surrounded by the brick walls of the Asylum building. Everyone in the Asylum was here, the Andalites running on the grass while everyone else sat at picnic tables with trays of whatever their species ate. It was lunch hour. And Tora hated it. The Asylum's wardens always herded everyone together to eat, and while the social time was good for most of the patients, it was all Tora could do to withstand it for the hour that it was required. She stood off in a corner, away from the crowd, holding her head in her hands and rocking back and forth, as she ticked off the seconds and minutes until she could go back to her room where she could be alone again.
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((Welcome to the Asylum.
Anyone is free to join! You can play a warden or a patient, of any species you like, or perhaps even a canon character if you so desire, so long as there's a reason for whoever you play to be on earth and in the Asylum. You can post your character descriptions in paragraph form as I have done, or in a list format, just be sure to include a) Your character's name b) their species and c) what they're doing in the Asylum))
Rules:
1. No godmodding, powerplaying, or Mary Sues
2. If playing a canon character, please stay accurate
3. Try to write well, and preferably more than a sentence per post, but I'm not a huge stickler for grammar
4. This last rule is probably the most important, so listen carefully . . . have fun!
