Percy Severin Darling

[Ethan Rom]

Name: Percy Severin Darling

Age: 35

Occupation back home: He has been through a variety of occupations, mainly those that require his physical strength. He was a trained soldier during the Gulf War, but now works as a security guard in his father's museum.

Appearance:

Nationality: British.

Residence: The Island.

Skills: He's intelligent, calm and completely focused. He is able to keep control over his emotions, keeping a cool head during stressful situations. In addition, he's a proficent and powerful fighter, a side he very rarely exhibits.

Weaknesses/bad habits: He can un-intentionally come across as cold, due to his shyness. He is also slightly awkward around people, especially children. He is also an alcoholic, although he's been sober for many years.

Frequent moods/expressions: Shy, polite and kind, he's a compassionate man with a great sense of loyalty to those he loves.

Reason for flight: He was collecting an inheritance from an old relative.

Item from wreckage: An old diary.

[Severin]

Name: Phillip Kirby

Age: 33

Occupation: Soldier for her Majesty's secret service.

Appearance:

Nationality: British.

Skills: Tough, brave, strong, smart. A man who truly loves his job.

Weaknesses/bad habits: He loves his job a little too much. He tends to leap before he looks.

Frequent moods/expressions: A bit of a smart-ass, but friendly and likeable enough. His loud, enthusiastic attitude is a sharp contrast to his quiet, closed off best friend, Percy Severin Darling.

[Severin]

Name: Sir Peter Darling

Age: 68

Occupation: I run a Museum.

Appearance:

Nationality: British.

Skills: Smart, perceptive and ruthless.

Weaknesses/bad habits: A slightly cold man with a tough skin.

Frequent moods/expressions: Charming, smarmy, knowledgeable.

[ana]

Two Bond's in one thread....makes me happy I particularly like Kirby's occupation description ~puts on Connery accent~ Stunning....

[Severin]

Wow, I didn't even notice. I just put in the secret service thing because part of Kirby's character is he's a massive James Bond fan....I didn't even realise they were both Bonds.

[ana]

Observation isn't your speciality, now is it ;D I thought you were being really clever ;D

[Severin]

FLASHBACK

Percy Severin Darling's eye snapped open to the sound of a rattling on the door of his room. He groaned. Another day.

The pristinely clean white door opened, and the nurse entered, with a small trolley of pills. "Lying in again, I see, Mr Darling."

"Late to unstrap me again, Ms Hopkins." he retorted in a bored tone.

Retaining her smile, she leaned down and unstrapped the leather belt that kept him tied to the bed. They needed, and he understood. He'd hurt one or two people through simple sleep-walking.

"Here's your pills." she said, with that pleasant, painted on smile. He downed the small white pills, and felt his body relax slightly. "Brand new day, Mr Darling. Brand new day."

END FLASHBACK

[LostLuverJemmz]

wow. Cool flashback! Once again I am interested! ;D

[pearl]

Uhuhhh ... very mysterious ... I wanna know more! Why, when, where, who?!

[Jack]

cool flashback dude

[ana]

So you've finally signed into the looney bin, huh? ;D

[Severin]

Name: Dr Leonora Torres

Appearance:


Overview: Severin's shrink in the hospital. Helpful, understanding, and professional.


FLASHBACK

"So, how have things been for you, Percy?"

Light spilled into the room through the blinds, casting bright stripes along Severin's face. He took a moment before deciding on the answer he gave every session. "Good. Things are good."

"No dreams, no nightmares....?" asked Dr Torres, crossing her legs in her seat.

He shook his head, and his hand began tapping the armrest. "No, no, I'm good."

Torres gave a pitying smile. "I think you're just telling me what I want to hear. And you're not very good at it. Percy....." she reached down and put her hand on his. "Tell me the truth. It's the only way you're going to get better."

He took his hand away from hers, and looked away again. "Maybe I don't need to, 'get better'. Maybe I'm fine, maybe the problem isn't me. Maybe it's the medication you people keep giving me."

Torres leaned back in her chair, sighing inwardly. "If you want us to help, you need to let us-"

"I don't want anything from you people. My Dad was the one who put me in here, I keep telling you, I don't need help!" he said, raising his voice steadily.

A few moments in silence passed, and finally Torres said, "The nurse said she heard you talking in your sleep-"

"It's not unusual or-" he began, talking over her, and soon they both began to raise their voices, trying to be heard, trying to be understood.

"The things you say-"

"-my own private thoughts, nothing you people-"

"-you could be dangerous, to yourself, to others-"

"-you people don't have the right, no right to-"

"Screaming!" yelled Torres suddenly, winning the battle. "You were screaming. Names and places, warnings and orders. Now we're going to discuss what's making you like this. We're going to cure you, and you're not going to be a selfish bastard and keep closed off. Do you understand?"

Severin stared at her, and then the clock went, meaning the session was over. He stood, slowly, and walked over to the door, his fingers curling around the handle. Then, he looked back for a moment. "See you tomorrow, Doctor Torres."

"Tomorrow then, Percy."

Severin nodded, and walked out the door.

END FLASHBACK

[ana]

So now we have the proof that you're crazy.

Good flashback, dude. I could totally picture that. Post traumatic stress disorder is it? Or maybe he just likes shouting at his shrink.

[Severin]

Thanks. I was thinking of having a certain Kelvin Joe Inman about in one of his flashbacks...

[ana]

Ooo... I like the way your brain works.

[Severin]

Severin entered the main rec room, where the patients where going about their normal business. He'd been talking with Leonora, and things had been going well. He'd opened up more, and Severin....did not like to open up.

He took a seat at a table, and laid down a page. He carefully sharpened his pencil, and began to draw.

Drawing was never something he'd been remotely interested in before, but he'd become more attracted to it during his time. He had discovered a hidden talent, and now, he loved to draw. Just spending hours on a single subjects, be it a person, or something else. He'd drawn many things, and one particular drawing had made him popular for a short time inside the hospital.

There had been a puppy. A stray that Mr Stewart (as he insisted on being called) had found. Mr Stewart was going to have it given into the pound, but it soon became a popular guest inside the hospital, taking a shine to a girl named Gina. She was completely mute, by choice, never speaking of her traumatic experience. She would play with it for hours. It had been so rare to see her smile, and see her laugh. She would never speak, but it bought her such immense happiness...it was encouraging to see.

But good things never last long. The law of life, it was. One day the puppy accidentally drowned itself in the pond when it went outside. No one had been watching it.

Gina then refused to eat. Or drink. Or laugh. Or smile. She was going to be written off as completely catatonic.

Severin then drew a picture of the puppy, or rather, the puppy and Gina together. It had taken a week, with lots of imperfect copies, and when she saw it, she had simply smiled. And she began eating again. It was now framed in her room, and he had become popular for a short while with the staff and patients. Now, there were many portraits framed on the walls of patients and doctors alike.

And right now, he was drawing Leonora.

"We need to start understanding our enemy, Sev." said a familiar British voice. Phillip Kirby. Severin allowed a grin to play upon his face, and he folded the page away as Kirby sat down in the seat across from him.

"Our enemy, Phillip? Who's our enemy?" he asked. Kirby had the most expressive eyes Severin could remember seeing. They were moving constantly, darting, twitching, focusing, bright little fires on his unwashed young face. Kirby was convinced he was a spy for his majesty's secret services.

One day, he'd taken his fantasy slightly too far. Convinced his co-workers at the nursery school where he worked were feeding mind-altering drugs to the young children. They were apparently making them 'sick'.

He had walked in with an AK-47 and opened fire on those he thought had been, 'infected' Hence the reason he was sent here. But the gun had been full of blanks, and after extensive experiments, Kirby was deemed to be completely harmless.

"Our enemy is the doctors, obviously, Sev. Look, look, they give us our medication so we become...zombies, sorta."

"Then why do you take yours?"

"Because they grind them down and put them into food if I don't. Like giving a dog a pill." he started to work himself up. "But we ain't dogs, I'm gonna be a zombie and feed on the flesh of the living my by OWN FREE WILL!"

Everyone's attention turned to him for a moment, and when they realized it was only Kirby, they turned back to whatever they were doing. Kirby was Sev's friend, perhaps for no other reason then in those early days, Kirby was insistent. He had been ranting to everyone in the room, who had ignored him, pretended to be asleep.....and then finally Severin felt pity for him. He had spoken up. Said, 'I'll play battleships with you, Phil.'

Kirby calmed down. "What's new, Sev?"

"I've just been talking to Dr Torres. We're...doing OK." he explained.

"OK. That's good, you know, you have to co-operate to work the inside and stuff..." he said quietly. Then, more loudly, "You gonna fuck her?"

Severin almost collapsed out of his chair.

"What?"

"Are you fucking-"

"No! No! Keep your voice down!"

"Oh, I thought you loved the brunettes, not the redheads."

"Kirby, I am not fucking anyone."

They both looked up, seeing the nurse's stony face. "Good to see some intelligent chat. Now take your pills." she said, setting two bottles down. Severin sighed.

"Ms, I want my shirt back." protested Kirby.

"Your shirt is in the wash, Phillip." replied the nurse, rolling her eyes.

"But...but this shirt...in the night, it chokes me and I have to wrestle it-"

"Yes, we found the remains of your pillow."

Kirby suddenly screamed, pulling and ripping at his shirt and stood, tearing the fabric away. Soon, Phillip Kirby was shirtless, and the nurse was running for another shirt.

"I lied about the shirt, I just hate the pattern." explained Kirby, and Severin laughed as his friend set up the Connect-4 set.

[Gwen Havers]

Hmm, gratuitously shirtless Daniel Craig? I like it, I like it!

Made me laugh, made me cry, made me wonder what the heck is going on. In true Jaybrams style.

[Severin]

Name: Mr Stewart

Age: 60

Occupation: A doctor.

Appearance:

Nationality: British.

Skills: Intelligent, sensible, logical.

Weaknesses/bad habits: Socially inept, and slightly delusional.

Frequent moods/expressions: Pompous, unkind and a prat.

[Severin]

And thank you very much, Kristi-cakes.

[Hollywood Heidi]

Lmao, that last flashback made me crack up! And yay, Rowan Atkinson a.k.a. Mr. Bean! I love that guy.

Sev has a very interesting past. I wonder if he still has problems with this sleep walking and when he'll run out of pills on the island... that is if he even found them.