[Don't Rest Your Head] Tell Me it's Okay

My Name is ... Darrin Green
And I am ... out of control

What's been keeping me awake?
Pain. I have replaced drugs and alcohol with extreme body modifications and against my doctor's wishes have found myself in a position where they keep me awake with discomfort and bone grinding agony. I felt I needed this to remind me of my past and to drive me toward a future where I am in control of myself.

What's on the surface?
Parent's cross the street with their children when I am seen walking on the same side of the walkway. I avoid airports... not because I dislike flying but because it takes me hours to get through security. I have 216 piercings - loops, chains, rods, spikes and the like. I have three screws in my bald head and twenty-two tattoos. I am what mothers point to when warning their children what they want to avoid. "How could he ever get a job?" they say. I wear little over my lithe form but when I do it's baggy and usually black. I have a collection of t-shirts with anti-drug slogans that I have gathered at meetings and on ebay over the years.

What lies beneath?
Under a powerful and hardened exterior lies a scared little boy. One of stubborn determination but scared, none-the-less. I betrayed the ones I loved once in a drug induced haze. That was not the first time but it was the proverbial straw. Now I fear that the same drive that led down a users life, that feeling of sleeping through life and not experiencing it, will take hold of my heart once again. So instead of uphoria I embrace a life of pain.

What is your path?
Fiercely independant, I seek to control my destiny and pray I can find redemption for the sins against my family and friends.

What just happened to you?
I have heard ceaking and snapping coming from my closet now for several nights. It was always just as the pain killers wore off and one spike or rod got pushed the wrong way. Lying here trying to think of other things I heard them again. I went to the closet door and opened it. I rubbed my eyes in disbelief. There was a room the size of a small gymnasium. The ceiling was in darkness and hundreds of orange and red cords descended from the black, held taught by the weight of twenty or thirty bodies. Each body was curled up or slumped over, dangling some five or six feet in the air. As I wandered about I could hear the zip of a line and saw that one of the bodies lowered inches above the laquered floor right in front of my open closet door. In fluid motion it unfolded itself and gently touched down. It slammed the door shut and looked over it's shoulder at me. It's eyes were stapled open wide and hooks kept it's mouth in a permanent maddeningly wide smile...

Discipline 3

Responses 3 fight

Talents
Exhaustion Talent
Bring on the Pain - Adrenaline and focus allows me relief from the constant stress my body is under. Fighting brings on that adrenaline and thus I find myself facing challenges with my fists. I use my modifications in gruesome ways when someone pushes me.

Madness Talent
I'm Not Me - Darrin can make copies of himself. During moments when he is feeling the most out of control another version splits from him taking on perspectives based on the situation that caused him to spawn. These copies are identical in nearly every way save the Madness Talent. There are minor psychological differences and are born from his control issues. If need be Darrin can touch one of his duplicates and absord him taking in it's knowledge and expeirences as if they were his own. Otherwise there is just another Darrin Green wandering the streets doing Lord-knows-what.