Adam Agnes Rosenburg
❝I told you specifically to not come here...Do you realize what you could have done?!❞____
I am the descendant of Beast from Beauty and the Beast_
❝I told you specifically to not come here...Do you realize what you could have done?!❞____
I am the descendant of Beast from Beauty and the Beast_
✧_________sʜᴏω ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟ ʏᴏᴜ_________✧
ᴀᴅᴅʀᴇss ᴍᴇ ᴀs
_____→ Adam
ᴍʏ ᴄᴀɴᴅʟᴇs sʜᴏω
_____→ Twenty-five
ᴄʟᴇᴀʀʟʏ, ɪ ᴀᴍ
_____→ Male
ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ sᴋɪᴘ ᴀ ʙᴇᴀᴛ,
_____→ Female bodied people and male bodied people
ʏᴏᴜ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴋɴᴏω ᴛʜɪs ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴇ
_____→ Suffers from bi-polar disorder and Intermittent Explosive Disorder
✧_________ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ_________✧
ɪ ᴛᴇɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴄᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴍᴀɴɴᴇʀ
_____→ On the surface, I am a fairly calculating individual. I do everything with an air of confidence and superiority that I don’t necessarily always feel. I am the type of person that needs to know exactly where I stand and don’t do well with vague ideas or concepts. Not above using manipulation to get what I want, when I set my mind to something it’s usually achieved. Despite the fact that I tends to come across as aloof, I am in possession of quite the temper.
I am one of the least friendly people you could ever think to encounter. While it may take a bit to get my blood boiling, when he starts to steam it’s a good idea to steer clear. I become somewhat notorious for my rages, prompting my peers to try and guess my mood before approaching my with anything. The problem with me is that the assumption that I am uncaring is fairly widespread but also quite untrue. When I care about something or someone, I care incredibly deeply.
ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ᴀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ...
_____→ My parents are wealthy French diplomats and gave me whatever I wanted, but were rarely around to pay me any attention. I spent the majority of my childhood alone with the servants. My parents reminded me of my identity and how I would carry on the family pride. Unfortunately I wasn't always well me. I was female bodied at birth, growing up as a princess who was well taken care of. It wasn't till I reached the age of seven and demanded that I be a he. My parents were shocked and tried to get me to stop thinking of that nonsense and live a life as their daughter. As a result of that rejection to my wishes, I became incredibly selfish and cruel. I am used to getting what I want and having life be easy for me, and if for some reason I don’t get me way or I find something challenging, I lose my temper. Because of the neglect my parents showed me in my younger years I think of myself unlovable, and figures if this is true then I might as well act that way. Growing up was hard for young me, my servants did all they could to provide for me. Seeing my anger rise and become progressively violent they knew I needed help. The head servant Luis kindly offered his aid to calm me as the young master, yes me servants treated the daughter of the diplomats as a prince as I wished when my parents weren't around. They thought it would bring me master solace. I rejected the servants help and disappeared into my room one night, secluding myself there until my father appeared. Seeing his child in such distress he decided to move the family out to the states. I didn't take to kindly to the move, my servants followed me everywhere I went, but at a distance so I could feel less controlled.
My father was soon deployed back to France because his job needed him back. My mother remained with me as much as she could until my father asked her to fly back as well. I begged to join her, but my father only got one ticket for his wife. I was left behind with the servants to be taken care of. This event brought back I anger and had me vent it out with destroying the interior of the house pretty much. I remained in my home, only going outside to tend to the rose garden once a day. My faithful servant Luis made sure I was eating and staying healthy. The servants knew this loneliness was bad so they got me to go to school and do my best to learn more of the English language. I was very resistant to losing my home tongue but I was assured I wouldn't.
I was bullied continuously for not understanding the language and being the quiet one in the corner all the time. Suffering from such torment I let that reside within me until it exploded. I got into fights several times and was left bruised and bloodied after each time. My servants were stressed and so they removed me from school. I was a handful and they needed to get me to find an outlet or they would lose me completely. Time passed and I aged to where I was my own person, dealing with many struggles I got my wishes to be the man I always wanted to be. Seeing a therapist, taking hormones and getting reconstructive surgery all in a span of time to where I was finally complete with myself and hopeful.
In my past I had lived my life selfishly, in turn I had developed two serious disorders as I grew up. The lack of my parents caring for me left my mind to go to different places at once due to neglect. My bi-polar disorder started at the age of twelve. This was a condition in which people go back and forth between periods of a very good or irritable mood and depression. The “mood swings” between anger and sadness can be very quick and dangerous. Then one thing led to another and I grew more and more angry as time went on. I bottle my emotions sometimes to a point where they can explode over the smallest of things. My intermittent explosive disorder followed soon after my bi-polar was diagnosed and left my servants worrying for my safety. I.E.D. is a behavioral disorder characterized by extreme expressions of anger, often to the point of uncontrollable rage, that are disproportionate to the situation at hand. Impulsive aggression is unpremeditated, and is defined by a disproportionate reaction to any provocation, real or perceived. I has dealt with these two complicated and very violent disorders that has made me intimidating to my peers yet still approachable.
Underneath my extremely harsh exterior is actually a very caring young man, though hardly anyone has ever encountered this side of my. I don't let people get that close to find that part of me either, they have to be pretty special to get through my defenses. I have done everything to keep my past hidden, especially my transition from my birth female body to my now perfect(in my eyes) male body. Saying I was just a farm boy growing up, living a boring life and working at a boring job. I am doing my best to try to act as normal as ever. My temper still gets to me but I have slowly gotten better at calming myself so I could work at a safe environment.
✧_________ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟs_________✧
ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ғᴇᴇʟ sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ
_____→ N/A
ᴀʟᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ, ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ϙᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇʀ
_____→ N/A
ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴏᴅɪᴇs ʟɪsᴛ
_____→ Power, Being in control of myself and others
ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜʀɴ ʟɪsᴛ
_____→ Being pushed around, Loud noises, Being bullied, People being nosey
ᴛʜɪɴɢs ɪɴ ᴍʏ ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇs
_____→ Loneliness, Losing control
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Matthew "Marz" Hattigon
❝Why is the raven like a writing desk?❞____
I am the descendant of Mad Hatter from Alice in Wonderland_
❝Why is the raven like a writing desk?❞____
I am the descendant of Mad Hatter from Alice in Wonderland_
✧_________sʜᴏω ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟ ʏᴏᴜ_________✧
ᴀᴅᴅʀᴇss ᴍᴇ ᴀs
_____→ Marz
ᴍʏ ᴄᴀɴᴅʟᴇs sʜᴏω
_____→ Twenty-three
ᴄʟᴇᴀʀʟʏ, ɪ ᴀᴍ
_____→ Male
ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ sᴋɪᴘ ᴀ ʙᴇᴀᴛ,
_____→ Males
ʏᴏᴜ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴋɴᴏω ᴛʜɪs ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴍᴇ
_____→ He has dissociative identity disorder
✧_________ɢᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟ_________✧
ɪ ᴛᴇɴᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴄᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴍᴀɴɴᴇʀ
_____→ Never once has he forgotten his past, he is haunted by his losses, and he's really good at hiding his emotions as well as fake a smile here and there. He is often very playful and jolly. But at any given moment, from any small thing he could turn extremely angry and distressed. He often speaks in ways that don't make sense, which is why the people have deemed him as crazy. He also suffers from a condition in which a person displays multiple distinct identities or personalities, also known as alter egos or alters, each with its own pattern of perceiving and interacting with the environment. This is called dissociative identity disorder. It only happens a few times a day if he gets in deep conversations with people. Luckily some people can pull him back into reality, he hasn't told anyone of his disorder, but people have noticed he is different.
ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ᴀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ...
_____→I had a good life, with two parents and a younger sister I loved dearly. Growing up in the old country of New Zealand, home of the sheep over populating the people. I enjoyed the land there. Very green, very pretty. My sister and I were inseparable. She was my world and I was the big brother so I would protect her with my life and saved her from any bullies. I was named something else back then, my birth name was Matthew Nicolas Hattigon. I changed it once he got older. But that's a different story. I went through a trauma i never thought would happen to me, an unfortunate event appeared in my life that has always burdened me ever since. My parents and younger sister died in a fire when I was only nine years old. The day was just like any other day, happy. Well for me at least. I was in the woods playing hide and go seek with my seven year old sister. Finding each other I then led her home so we could have supper. My parents greeted us and were happy to see we came home safe. Once night appeared I was sleeping until the smell of smoke woke me. I woke my sibling up and rushed her to safety once I saw the kitchen in flames. My mother called for us and my father. She was stuck in the living room. I protected my sister, calming her as she cried for our mother. Her father appeared through the flames and did my best to fight off the fire with a cloth. There was no avail and the flames grew, smoking out the room, my father backed off and ran through the wall of flames to save our mother. I sat in the corner watching everything happen at once, holding my sister close to me so she could breathe in my shirt versus the smoke. I yelled for my mother and father to come back, standing i held my sisters hand and moved to the open room connecting the house from the kitchen and the living room. My sister ran ahead of me and toward our parents she saw huddled together trying to figure out a way out. I was only a few feet away from my family until the beams from the ceiling fell in my way. Backing up I screamed for my father, he was near the only exit, by that time the fire had spread over to the rooms and blocking my parents and sister in a corner with no window to break. I was by the door, I tried to climb over the beams but my father yelled at me not to. Looking up I saw more of the broken beams just waiting to break. I defied my father and tried again, burning my chest instantly. With an out cry I fell backwards and cried feeling the burn on my chest. Panicking I reached out to my family, his baby sister was screaming his name. Fire fighters finally arrived. I was scooped up by a fire fighter and taken out of the building. My parents told them to go, the house was coming down. The fire spread to the room I was just in. One fire fighter asked to get the younger child, my father did his best to help pick up the beam to allow my sister to get through, she was burned in many places from crawling on the hot wood. I was being checked for my burns and lungs full of smoke. The fire fighter finally reached the young girl and grabbed her before the beam collapsed. He looked her over, she was unconscious. I saw her leave the building and called her name, she didn't hear me. The medical staff there were checking her breathing and pulse. I was watching from afar. The lack of oxygen to her lungs killed her. She couldn't make it through the heat and smoke. I screamed and cried, in a fuss kicking one of the nurses and ran to the building on fire. A fire fighter grabbed me and held me back as the few fire fighters ran out yelling it was coming down. I cried for my mother and father, but they could not be heard.
I was alone for a while, growing up into an interesting man, full of wonder and questions. I have never forgotten my family, yet I do have black outs if something triggers me to lose it, making me go back to the day I couldn't save my family. Especially in my panic moments. In my panic moments I turn into a rash man with with a rage. My voice heightens and speaks in a gruff scottish tone.
I have a hobby of making hats on my spare time or tinkering with clocks.
As the manager of the tea shop I do enjoy my job, keeps me close to my love for tea and calm people. Keeping myself in peace.
✧_________ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟs_________✧
ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ғᴇᴇʟ sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ
_____→ N/A
ᴀʟᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ, ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ϙᴜɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇʀ
_____→ N/A
ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴏᴅɪᴇs ʟɪsᴛ
_____→ Tea, Jokes, Goofing off, Making people smile, more tea, cigarettes sometimes, music
ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴜʀɴ ʟɪsᴛ
_____→ Fighting, being ignored, losing his things, the voices in his head, broken glass, emotions, his past, losing control and falling into the darkness of his mind
ᴛʜɪɴɢs ɪɴ ᴍʏ ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇs
_____→ Losing himself completely into the limbo he has created and losing friends
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