Gwenyth White

[GWENYTH"ECHO"WHITE]

SOMEBODY TOLD ME ,
Gwenyth Marie White

hello, my name is Em , but here I play Gwenyth Marie White , a SEVENTEEN year old GIRL, with a few screws loose. But you can just call me Gwen or Echo, now that we're acquainted. So you've heard of me? That's right, I'm with the Sunflowers, so don't forget. I'm here in this lovely hell hole called the Garden's since I have a few problems. What problems? Well, I'm Echopraxia and Ganser syndrome . All in all, I'm just plain crazy. I came from a lovely place called Rhode Island , I'm sure you've heard of it? Yeah, well, I know I'm cute. People say I look just like Haley Bennett, and I agree. But I only like BOYS . And no, it's a common misconception, but I wasn't born on friday the thirteenth, with the luck I have. Actually, it was May 1 . Shocking, right? No, not really. Want to here something shocking, well, I’m adopted and I don’t even remember my parent’s names . Anyways, let's continue.

SOMEBODY TOLD ME
I said heaven ain't close in a place like this.

Gwen’s mental disorders have quite a bit to do with her personality. She mimics the gestures of people around her, as well as they’re words. For example, if they say “ya know?” a lot in conversation, Gwen will start using it as she speaks to them. This is how she earned the nickname “Echo”. Ganser syndrome is usually a result of stress, and seem prevalent in jailed men, however, that didn’t stop the Devil from giving it to this girl. The illness makes her seem drowsy and inattentive, confused by simple questions and yet aware of her surroundings. If you asked her how many legs were on a horse, she might tell you ‘five’ showing that she understood and had a concept of what a horse was. But never the less, she’d be wrong. On occasions she has vivid hallucinations of a past that she does not remember, and will often include them in her nonsensical answer to questions. According to medical experts, her dissociative disease is defined “as conditions that involve disruptions or breakdowns of memory, awareness, identity and/or perception.” But Gwen seems perfectly aware of where she is now, just nothing that came before.

Gwen loves the outdoors and all things whimsical. Many treat her like a child, since she cannot seem to answer simple questions, about the numbers of things, or what she likes to eat, to her family. She is very quiet, but never still, again, like a child swinging there legs as they sit in a chair. Gwen is very friendly—she never has visitors—and feels their absence. Gwen loves to laugh and do any kind of art project. She’s a quite an artist, but some times will not know what she has drawn—even if it is obvious.

SOMEBODY TOLD ME
Seventeen tracks and I've had it with this game

Gwen grew up a happy little kid, free from problem or error. She had it through her early years invested in the arts and playing make believe. At age 6 though, things were going to change. Gwen and her parents were on their way to visit family in the Big Apple--unfortunately, they took a short cut through the Bronx. The car got in the middle of a high risk pursuit. And caught between the cops and robbers as it were. Bullets broke through the windows, killing both her parents. The car ran into the side of a building, getting hit by a few more cars.

Gwen doesn't remember a thing. Not even her name. What she remember next is being in an orphanage, and she gets flashes of the hospital and the crash, and glimmer of her life before. But she was never the same, she acted like a child, and it took the institution three years to get rid of her. The wealthy White family took her, since she was such "a pretty little thing"---and since they had almost given up hope of having their own child. They all thought getting her away and with a family would fix her problems, but they didn't go away, she seemed lost, and even when she understood you, she didn't know the simplest things. By this time she was 11, and the Whites managed to give birth to their own little girl. And Gwen was just too much hassle, but instead of sending her away, they found her doctors--none of whom could help much since her case was so rare. So they shipped her off to a mental institution. they don't mind paying the bill, they're rich enough. As long as they don't have to deal with her.

SOMEBODY TOLD ME
You had a boyfriend who looked like a girlfriend that I had

As I've said already, my name is Em. I'm a GIRL, and I can totally kick some ass in roleplaying. I mean, I have 4 total but 1.5 strong years years under my belt, but you didn't think about that, did you? I also play no one else yet . I'm here because of Yuki , and also because I love Yuki. But who doesn't? Below is my roleplay sample, which I'll keep in quotes because I'm a good little patient.

Emily could see him smiling, she could see he was weak in the knees. And that made her grin. For once in her life she had power over another person. She wasn't interested in abusing it, she didn't even think of that as an option. She was not going to break his heart purely because she could. All Emily wanted to do, was stay here with him forever, or as long as she could.

For her, Garrett was like an electrical outlet. Sitting there in the wall, waiting with potential energy for something to make him come alive. She was the plug, looking for an outlet to make her work, and together they completed the circuit and felt whole. It was a very scientific way of looking at it, but it felt like that, neither of them had any life, any spark, and vibrancy, without the other.

She blushed lightly at his words, and followed him with her eyes. "I promise to come by then," She said. More of a promise to herself than to him. She wasn't going to hinder herself, because now she was starting to understand what it felt like to be alive, and be in love, for surly this was love.

Her skin tingled light as his fingertips grazed her skin as he adjusted her shirt, and applied the stencil and peeled it off again. Emily gripped the arm of the chair, her knuckles white. It was painful of course, she had known it would be. But it was an intense feeling of heat and discomfort, but she knew when it was over, she;d have something that meant something. She would have his favorite tattoo, just the way he liked it. And if she had never come inside the tattoo parlor, she never would have met Garrett. And that thought was more painful than the needle on her skin.

Because Garrett was now everything. And maybe it was far too soon to think that, but in her world, she couldn't wait. She needed something to keep her going, to keep her from feeling alone. And this little flower on her hip would remind her of him always, the boy with bright eyes, soft lips and a gentle disposition.

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