IAN BURTON
"when everything gets lonely I can be my own best friend."



you've got this new head filled up with smoke ``

name: Adam.
age: fifteen.
contact: uhm, PM, please. I'll give you my aim if you want it but every time I post my aim on an application I get bombarded with people I don't know.
how'd you find us?: red carpet and rebellion.

i've got my veins all tangled close ``

full name: Ian Landis Burton is the one he was born with... but there's also James Parker, Aaron Reeves, and Derek Palmer. It's sort of hard to tell which one you're talking to when you're talking to him.
nicknames: Ian doesn't really care what you call him.
age: sixteen.
group: patient.
reason for being at the asylum: Dissociative Identity Disorder. Multiple Personalities, pretty much. He has four of them at the moment.

i just wanna break you down so badly ``

eye & hair color: Brown, Brown. Boring brown.
height & weight: Five-foot-four, 134lbs.
body type: He's a short-cake scrawnster.
skin tone: he's pale most of the time, but he tans well.
distinguishing features: His eyes, without a doubt. After knowing him for a bit, you can tell who it is you're talking to just by looking at his eyes- They're brown, yes, but they're such a magnificent brown. Ian's gaze wanders, James is really grinny and high pitched, Aaron just plain glares at you, and Derek's eyes are always to the ground.
play by: Conor Oberst.

well i trip over everything you say ``

likes:
sushi
movies
computer games
playing instruments- he knows how to play the violin, piano and guitar.
Music, obviously.
Eternal Sunshine of The Spotless Mind. Ian's Favourite movie.
Apple Products.
Nutella.
Rain.
nighttime, the moon.
swingsets. what a kid.
hugs. giving them and getting them.
sunny days.
Folding clothes.
dislikes:
stereotypes, labels. You know. 'emo' or 'prep'
country music. He just... ugh.
bad quality pictures.
pictures in general, actually. Only if they're of him. James is the narcissist, not Ian.
People asking him his name. He just gets all anxious and all.
Horror movies. He's a scare-dy cat, what can he do?
Comedy movies. They just suck.
Fall out boy, Panic at the disco. Ew.
The cold.
television.
strengths:
He's been playing three instruments since he was six.
A lot stronger, physically, than you'd give him credit for.
He's one of those cute, lovable kids. Unless, you know, he's someone else.
He looks like he's cry if you poked him, yes, but he's actually got a really high pain tolerance.
doesn't mind doing chores.
the loyal type.
weaknesses:
way too trusting and/or clingy for his own good.
He's shy. It's hard for him to initially talk to people. After a while, though, He's fine.
He's.. the weepie type.
He speaks in a way that people find hard to understand. Not that he uses huge vocabulary or anything, he just makes up his own words if he doesn't know how else to describe something.
fears: Embarrassment, as odd as it sounds.. He's absolutely terrified of being laughed at, embarrassed.
goals: get a plan. He has no idea what he wants to do with his 'life,' but as long as he's in here there isn't much to plan out.
best memory: Once he preformed at a piano concert and his parents came to it. It doesn't seem like that big of a deal but to Ian, it was.

- I just did the personality for Ian. If you want me to I can fill this part out for all the rest of his personalities, too...

scissor shaped across the bed, you are red, violent red ``

parents: Angelina Burton (Winston) and Charles Burton II
siblings: Charlie Burton III, 22. The only person that ever really visits Ian.
other: none, really.
overall history:

The Burton's have always been a rich family, it felt. Politicians, Lawyers, CEOs, Realtors... Everyone churned out of that family had fallen right onto the path of success. Take Charles Burton the Second. By the time he was out of high school he had been accepted into three top-notch colleges, and his hopes were set on a degree in law- went to the best, most expensive one he possibly could. During his sophomore college year, He met Angeline Winston, the small, pretty brunette junior that sat alone on the bench outside of his history of law class. Charles was a sort of shy, awkward young man, but walked up to the beauty nonetheless and started talking to her- Surprise! She spoke back, agreed to meet him for lunch. Things went on, and as soon as she heard of his inheritance, it was pretty much a marriage. Sure, Charles wanted to believe that she really had fallen in love with him. Right.

two years later, they were married and Angelina had a child in her tummy. Charles hoped it was his, but had his doubts... So the moment he found out it was a boy it was Charles the third. Because if it had his family's name, it had to be his, right? When Charlie was born, Angeline resumed her college habits (going out every night, partying, drinking...) and Charles started trying to enforce rules upon the older woman. He was the one bringing in the salary. She was going to live by his rules. When he told her this, she laughed- And he got mad. How else was he going to make her understand that he meant business? He hit her.

It was one of those moments that instantly change everything. They were still Married, still slept in the same bed on the rare occasion that they were both home, but... It ended Charles' concern for what she was doing those long hours away. It ended Any sort of regard Angelina had for her husband. In short, it was in that instant that they'd stopped even remotely loving each other. When Angelina was pregnant again, It was certain that it wasn't Charles', but he let it slide. He loved both of his children equally- both not much. It was one of those households with the plastic over the couches, You can't go in the living room under any circumstances... You know. A rich house. While Charles was away on work and Angelina was out doing god knows what, Their maid watched over Ian and Charlie. While Charles was back and Angelina was still out, All The boys had to do was make sure they stayed out of Charles' way and they'd be fine, they wouldn't have to deal with the aggressive man. and his glares or shoves.

But by the time Ian was eight, His mum was spending most of her time in the apartment she'd rented on the other side of the city, And his dad had started drinking, started getting more violent. He started out hitting both of the boys equally, whenever either of them did something wrong, but eventually Charlie just got too big- He was already much taller than their father by the time he was thirteen, and the man was almost six foot. Of course, Ian didn't get the macho gene- the boy was always much smaller than the rest of the kids his age, a much easier target than his brother, who didn't even bother to try and help him, make the man stop. And so he continued.

It was every day, almost, that he was getting beat- he wouldn't have to do anything more than walk in front of the television while dear old dad was watching football to earn a few sharp kicks in the back. Ian could handle that- it was when the man was actually angry that was hard to cope. Curled into a ball to stifle the blows, Ian found that if he just found an isolated part of his mind and concentrated on fitting his entire consciousness in there, it wasn't all that bad. He'd be able to zone out the pain, come to only when needed.

It's hard to pinpoint exactly when Ian stopped being Ian all the time, slipped into the personality of Aaron Reeves, his first 'other self.' If Ian ever hit his father back, it was because he wasn't Ian at all, he was Aaron. If he got into trouble, did something bold and brave, it was Aaron. Slowly, as time went by, he started collecting more and more personalities to fit whatever situation he was in- By the time his brother turned eighteen and turned his dad in for child abuse, took custody of Ian, There were four teenagers living in the small boy's body. It took Charlie about a year to become concerned with his brother's massive mood swings, took him to a therapist. He's talking to himself, he's not the same. The woman listened, nodded, wrote some things down on her clipboard. He's psychotic. Gave him a prescription to keep away the hallucinations and that was that. Three days later, Charlie found his brother lying on the bathroom floor after taking the entire bottle, swearing his name was Aaron, that he didn't know who Charlie was or Ian was and to get the fuck off of him, he was fine, just a little dizzy and in pain.

He was at the hospital for two weeks, where he was taken to therapy pretty much every day, where the therapists diagnosed him with dissociative identity disorder. The best thing is to send him somewhere they can give him help all day, they told his brother. So he sent him here.

i'll make damn sure that you can't ever leave ``

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sample rp:

*whistle* done.

Eh. You're a good role player, I can tell, and you have a good grasp of your character. Just don't make me regret accepting you without finishing the personality. xD

accepted