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Starke Sanitarium

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Location
Shanghai, China
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Starke Sanitarium loomed at the end of a a double row of tall moss-draped trees. The thick twisted trunks shadowed the long driveway in an obvious, but always disregarded, foreboding of what experiences lay beyond the austere facade of the old plantation house The drive ended in a large cul-de-sac that one could imagine being full of horsedrawn carriages and fine ladies in hoop skirts being helped out by white-suited slaves. These days, the sanitarium was no less supported by the suffering of others as it was hundreds of years ago. The mechanisms were just different and the illusions of its respectability had been changed. The original structure suffered a fire, but it was rebuilt in the early 1920s and expanded while keeping the original foundation.

Behind the plantation house, Stark Sanitarium sprawled out with more modern buildings. At least modern as per the 1950's. Paved walkways connected the former house to a patient wing and a prison wing with a recreational area in between. They were originally used to house the sexes separately, but lucrative contracts from the state for housing the criminally insane prompted the reorganization.

Residential patients typically had more freedom of mobility on the grounds and went to therapy appointments in the main house where most of the staff had their offices. The criminal ward only had access to the rec area for an hour a day, if they had any privileges at all, and doctors went to them for appointments. There was a mix of staff, including administrative, psychiatric, general nursing, medical, and guards as well as prison-trained staff in the criminal ward. Patients were typically brought to the plantation house for meetings with family or outside oversight.

The farmlands of the former plantation have been allowed to be somewhat reclaimed by nature. It provides necessary privacy as well as tax breaks for being a bird sanctuary. The night casts an entirely different mood on the grounds. The moss-covered trees seem to turn into dark bodies twisted in pain, reaching up to the heavens for mercy. The growing forest is full of sounds, not all wildlife, and fog rolls in from the swamp that's slowly encroaching. No other buildings or roads can be seen through the dense foliage, and it provokes a sense of intense isolation. On some nights, it does look like there are other inhabited buildings nearby. One can sometimes see the glow from homes and fires where the slave quarters once stood. But if one were to venture out, all they'd find is darkness and a few fence posts that haven't yet fallen from weathering.
 
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Location
Shanghai, China
Luke Marshall

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Luke is the kind of guy that it's easy to be jealous of. Rich, sporty, fairly intelligent and running his own social entrepreneurship venture capital business. His looks come from several generations of the casual eugenics of wealthy men marrying models and beauty queens. Being 'not new' money, Luke isn't flashy about his wealth, and he has the effortless confidence of someone who's had a life of security and success. Playing a variety of sports through high school and college have given him an athletic body that can make just about any clothing look good. Grey-blue eyes and short dirty-blond hair round out the look. If it weren't for his philanthropic spirit, he'd just be any other douche that gets up to do crossfit before a business meeting then jumps on a private jet to go to another business meeting and rounds out the evening with sophisticated rooftop cocktails with similar people.

Age: 23
Height: 6'
Build: Athletic
Demeanor: Confident
Orientation: Straight
Mental Illness: None
Admitted for: illegal drug/alcohol addiction, conversion therapy
Luke had a comfortable, affluent life full of advantages that he was mostly oblivious to. He did well in private schools, excelling both academically and at sports with the help tutors and trainers. He really could have ended up as any other oblivious privileged sort, except he went on a Habitat for Humanity trip because of a girl he wanted to hook up with. He needed community service for his ivy league university applications, anyways. Luke's achieved his goal, but more importantly, a seed of philanthropy was planted in his mind that grew over the next few years.

During his time at Columbia University, Luke was inspired to go into social entrepreneurship. His family money was from generations of 'business', and he'd never taken much interest in it. Business school was a family obligation, but Luke found a niche in that world that allowed him to do 'business' but have a positive impact on the types of people he'd helped during his Habitat summer. His parents weren't pleased, but his ailing grandfather, who still held most of the purse strings looked fondly on Luke's proposed life direction and unlocked his trust fund early so he could start investing in socially and environmentally-conscious start-ups.

Now, a year after graduation, Luke is toeing the line of a real career. He has plenty of fun and travel, but finds fulfillment in his noble form of venture capitalism. Though, he does spend more time 'networking' and 'hanging' with enthusiastic founders than keeping any kind of regular office hours. He's proud of a few companies he's helped get off the ground in the areas of poverty alleviation and utilizing ocean plastics.

Unbeknownst to Luke, his grandfather has informed his father that he's leaving the bulk of his assets to Luke, skipping a generation. Despite the best treatments money can buy, his elderly body is succumbing to cancer, and the thought that Luke will use the money he made predatorily to make the world a better place is a comforting thought in his final days. Luke's parents were not in agreement. They thought if the inheritance had to skip a generation, it should have gone to Luke's older brother, Steven, who was of a like mind of his parents in terms of prioritizing profits and family over any lower considerations. They decided to get Luke out of the way. Not dead, just out of the way.

Fate smiled on them one weekend. Luke took the news of his grandfather falling into a coma hard, but it was his best friend's birthday the next day. He decided to wait and not ruin his friend's party night, and attended anyways. He figured some drinking was a welcome distraction. His best friend, being gay, ended their club crawl at a gay club where Luke, in a drunken stupor, took a few too many 'candies' and ended up getting his stomach pumped.

Luke's parents seized upon this opportunity to start the process of having Luke declared legally incompetent so they could control his soon-coming inheritance. After intense badgering, he eventually sighed and agreed to a stint in rehab. He knew he didn't have a serious problem, but he hadn't handled his grief well, and rehab was practically fashionable among his peers. His family chose a well-known facility for disposing of one's embarrassing relations. Formally, they arranged for Luke to be treated for addiction and conversion therapy. Though, their instructions to the administrator were that they didn't want Luke back unless he was docile. With thick sunglasses and a lingering hangover, Luke boarded the company jet to head off to what he thought would be a couple weeks on a nice country estate talking about his feelings and promising not to drink too much, again.



Travis Wright


Travis looks like he'd better suited for a football uniform than hospital scrubs, but he's happy with the choice he made. No sane person would want a physical confrontation with him, though he exudes positivity and caring rather than intimidation. His dark handsome face is usually smiling, which earned him nicknames in school. When on duty, he keeps his tightly braded hair in a tight knot inside a hair net. The reminder of fast food jobs in high school was a compromise he was willing to make as nursing and orderly staff weren't allowed long hair. While he's not techincally closeted, he happily considers himself 'straight-acting' as it just makes life in the South easier, both with extended family and at work.

Age: 25
Height: 6'5"
Build: Muscular
Demeanor: Caring
Orientation: Gay
Position: Psychiatric Nurse
Spoiler: Character History
Travis Wright was a local boy and did all the local boy things, like sneak out of school to go to swimming holes, play football, and take care of older relatives. It was probably his great aunt's early onset dementia that prompted him towards an interest in mental healthcare. After earning a football scholarship out of state, Travis did the surprising thing of not trying to get into pro ball, instead quickly changing his major to pre-med and going up through nursing school. The slim chances of getting drafted and the stress of being closeted in the NFL made the entire proposition seem unrealistic. Also, deep in his heart, he didn't want to spend a lifetime away from home.

Travis' family had been in the area for a long time. Theirs was a tragic, muddled history that kept Starke Plantation fresh in their minds. As the story went, an ancestor or more had been sold off from the plantation, luckily before some tragic fire that ended up exposing some really horrific things. Details on these things were always fuzzy, but all his older relatives swore it was true. Even out of sight, it was a shadow that still loomed over their family.

After bouncing around a couple nursing jobs at local clinics, Travis landed the type of psych nurse position he really wanted. Starke Sanitarium was an especially attractive proposition, as he felt that helping people there could be some sort of karmic balance, and even perhaps take off the sting of thinking about the place. With his education and strong body that could take an occasional punch or hold someone back from harming themselves, Travis was confident he could affect some positivity in the lives of the sanitarium's new residents.



Dr. James Murphy

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James Murphy considers himself average in most ways, and he hates it. His hair is short for manageability and his office is meticulously organized, as he strives for efficiency in most areas of his life. His light brown eyes seem to view almost everything around him in an analytical way, and it's easy to feel like he's studying you as an academic rather than viewing you as an equal. James is of average height and on the slimmer side, but fit, preferring to run rather than more brutish fitness activities. His lips are thin and almost always tight, like he's perpetually displeased with something. Overall, no one could mistake him for a happy person, and his constant need to control everything around him confirms this.

Age: 32
Height: 5'11"
Build: Lithe
Demeanor: Aloof
Orientation: Gay
Position: Pharma-Psychiatrist
James grew up in a strict Irish-Catholic household which taught him that guilt and reward were the primary motivators of human thought and behavior. It also instilled him with an inferiority complex and constant fear of rejection as he grew to realize he was gay. This divide that formed between himself and his family also separated him from most everyone else. The young James kept to his books and academics.

Unfortunately, James gravitated towards bullying the lowest-hanging fruit to boost his own morale and sense of control over his world. While the jocks and popular kids would make sure he regretted waking up each day, he'd more subtly pass on the torment to the few kids who were even quieter or more vulnerable himself, including the special needs students. Once James's scholastic dedication paid off with a hefty scholarship to university, he matured his bullying into public criticisms of other students in class. Then, the world opened up to him once he began lab studies with volunteers. All of James's trials were as malicious as he could make them, and he focused on behavior modification.

James relished the control he could have over others, and psychopharmaceuticals seemed like they were invented solely for his use. He even employed their use on his family during his once-a-year visits at Christmas to keep things calm. While James was out to his parents, to their ire, his personality was such that he couldn't sustain any relationships long enough to bring them home. Still, mood stabilizers, relaxants, and coercive drugs in the holiday cooking kept his family docile and out of church while he was there.

By now, most of the relationships James enjoys are subject of his chemical influence. He isn't even above spiking the office water. Free-thinking, free-willed people cause him anxiety, which he treats himself for. He's absolutely incapable of any form of healthy relationship. Luckily for him, there was a sudden opening at Starke Sanitarium, which has a reputation in the industry for being a bit behind the times philosophically while being open to innovative methodology. James views the position as an opportunity to advance and refine his techniques of chemical-based manipulation in a closed system, where it doesn't really matter if his patients ever improve.
 
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Location
Shanghai, China
Nursing Staff

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Barbara Dougherty (Cult Member)

Age: 48
Height: 5'9"
Build: Average
Demeanor: Strict
Orientation: Heterosexual
Position: Director of Nursing

Barbara is a no-nonsense head nurse with almost 30 years experience. She's also a upper level member of the cult, and her family has been for generations. She's a traditionalist, and despite her frequent irritation with the complicated machinations of the male hierarchy, she pragmatically gets done what needs to get done. She vents all her stress with wild and aggressive abandon during cult gatherings. Work hard, play brutally.


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Beau Pruett (Cult Member)

Age: 41
Height: 6'1"
Build: Sturdy
Demeanor: Kissass/Old Bitter Queen
Orientation: Gay
Position: Barbara's lap dog, desperate for advancement in cult

Possible Plot Points:
Would really like a go at Travis. Crosses the line with flirting in public.



Christina Perez

Age: 36
Height: 5'7"
Build: Stong
Demeanor: Caring, Hard-working
Orientation: Heterosexual
Position: Mid-level Nurse

Possible Plot Points:
Is or could grow suspicious of patient abuse. Perhaps report it.


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Jaxon Delford

Age: 20
Height: 6'1"
Build: Scrawny
Demeanor: Lazy, Mean, Dejected
Orientation: Anything he can get
Position: Janitor

Jaxon skipped finishing high school and went right into a janitorial job. He still thinks he's smarter than everyone else, despite all evidence to the contrary. Bill has become his hero, even though Bill bullies him incessantly. Jaxon isn't the kind of material that the cult is looking for, but he fits in perfectly with the local white supremacy group.

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Dr. Sowell

Age: 62
Height: 5'11"
Build: Stocky, Aging
Demeanor: Old-Fashioned, Slimy Charm
Orientation: Creeper
Position: Medical Director

Dr. Stowell is another from a family who's been with the cult since the beginning, but he didn't take a position at the Sanitarium until about 30 years ago when his private practice came under too much scrutiny. He's known for unnecessarily thorough medical exams and never shies away from elective treatments on his patients. For insurance, blackmail, and as a hobby, he has a collection of all the many fetuses he's removed from female patients over the years along with DNA results of the fathers as many are on the sanitarium staff.

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Director's Personal Assistant

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Amador Gonzalez

Age: 64
Height: 5'10"
Build: Stong, Aging
Demeanor: Quiet, Hard-working
Orientation: Heterosexual
Position: Groundskeeper

Quiet and ever-present, Amador has been working at Starke Sanitarium longer than any other employee. He's not a member of the cult, but he's seen enough to figure some things out for himself. Amador also knows where the bodies are buried. Because he buried most of them. His talent for keeping his mouth shut has gotten him almost to retirement with his body, and a portion of his soul in tact.
 
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Location
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Patients

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Age: 40?
Height: 5'7"
Build: Thin
Demeanor: About to Snap
Orientation: Heterosexual, but hardly matters
Mental Illness: PTSD, Delusional, Hoarder
Admitted for: unable to take care of self, possible infanticide

Mary Lawton is a frazzled looking patient who barely socializes beyond telling others about her dolls. She was admitted by the state after sanitation workers has to clean out her house after it was identified as the source of a rat infestation in her neighborhood. To their horror, they found an infant's skeleton, long buried in one of the densely packed rooms of her rotting house. Mary was always a recluse, and there were no records of a birth. She's yet to say anything coherent about who the child was, or if it was hers. There was no incentive to bring criminal charges, and as long as she was locked up, the DA was satisfied. It was easy enough for Starke Sanitarium to chip away at what littler remained of her humanity, and there's barely enough left of the woman's soul to feed her pain the thing below, and her body is high on the list to go next. As long as she has her dolls, she's calm, for the most part. But any major disruption from staff or other patients turns her into a nearly-rabid shrieking animal.


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Will Haywood

Age: 29
Height: 5'11
Build: Average
Demeanor: Jittery
Orientation: hardly matters
Mental Illness: Paranoid Schizophrenia
Admitted for: parking a van full of fertilizer outside the local public access tv station

Notes: May know a lot about what's going on at the sanitarium, but no one believes him.


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Earl Montgomery

Age: 56
Height: 5'10
Build: Hefty
Demeanor: Sleazy
Orientation: Leans Heterosexual
Mental Illness: Sexual Impulse Control
Admitted for: multiple charges of groping, public indecency, and assault
 
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Location
PA, USA
Dr. Sebastian Desmarais


Take away Sebastian's one, pale eye - which he is partially blind in, thanks to an 'accident' that occurred between he and his younger brother when they were both in their teens - and he would certainly be considered quite attractive; however, most find it hard to look beyond the milky, silver-grey orb that seems to always be watching, even when it is quite clearly not. A Southern gentlemen through and through - specifically in dress, but rarely in disposition - he is hardly ever seen in anything less than one of his many, hand-tailored, three-piece suits, even when off duty. Another item he is seldom seen without is his ornate cane, which he has been known to brandish like a weapon, from time to time.

Age: 43
Height: 6'0"
Build: Athletic
Demeanor: Deceptively Mercurial
Orientation: Bisexual
Position: Facility Director, Psychologist

Coming from one of those long-lived, hyper-traditional households of the South, whose roots run very deep - as in, dating back to pre-Civil War times - it should come as no surprise that Sebastian's familial ties would at one time or another become ensnared by the rotting tendrils of the nefarious Starke's from Savannah. Not one to typically kiss and tell - unless such a story could serve him well - the unscrupulous director has no problem with secretly embracing and discreetly nurturing such an unsavory legacy. Why else would he agree to become the head of the very sanitarium that the Starke's not only founded, hundreds of years ago, but proceeded to use as their private little playground of ever-evolving delinquency and utter debauchery?

Assuming his role over a decade ago, Sebastian wasted no time in disposing of those who saw the institute as a declining abomination. Systematically replacing such naysayers with those whom he could trust to do his bidding without question, the director also took this opportunity to resurrect the institute's cult, which had been lying dormant for far too many years. Once a thriving, underground organization that managed to entice some of the wealthiest locals, with the promise of an invite to one of their many masked, Bacchanalian-style orgies, Sebastian and his minions have not only successfully reignited the cult's former flame, but they have unknowingly awakened the very beast it once paid homage to.


William Blair


Built thick all over, with the exception of his hair, William - better known as Bill by his coworkers - is not someone you would want to provoke, even on one of his best, seemingly good-humored days. Typically dressed in scrubs that look like they've been slept in - because they probably have - Bill is that guy who has a ring full of keys clattering against the side of his thick thigh, which nearly rivals the sizable chip that he carries on his burly shoulders. Content to grunt his orders, like the Neanderthal that he is, the man does have it in him to raise his voice, but trust me when I say, you'd much rather keep him in mumble-mode, because once he starts shouting, he rarely stops until someone is crying or bleeding, or, well, both.

Age: 43
Height: 6'3"
Build: Muscular/Husky
Demeanor: Domineering Bully
Orientation: Pansexual
Position: Nurse Assistant, Overseer of Orderlies

The Blair men have been a fixture at the Starke Sanitarium practically since its inception. There are rumors that it was one of Bill's ancestors who helped erect the very cornerstone that still stands today, even after most of the institute went up in smoke decades ago. Not known for their ambition, most of the men willingly assumed secondary positions, taking on the far more menial roles that nobody else wanted to do, instead of every gunning for something with a bit more clout or a lot more prestige. Not that they didn't manage to garner themselves a good deal of power over those around them, it’s just that such control came - and continues to come - by force, with a swift, steel-toed kick or a well-placed, bone-crushing blow.

Juggling his mundane job with the recently added responsibility of having to look after his senile mother - whom he's tempted to admit, just so he doesn't have to drive out to her dilapidated house in the sticks - Bill takes great pride and pleasure in working his side-job like a whore in heat. Getting the idea from a far more business-savvy inmate, he secretly books sessions - which he records - between attractive patients and desperate individuals - that he's either met online or in the local bar - who are willing to pay handsomely for a quick, sex-soaked fix. Not one to pass up an opportunity to get his own rocks off, he's been known to take potential 'applicants' out back, just to make sure they've got the 'right stuff.' And how does he thank them for their services? Usually with a potent cocktail that blurs the lines between reality and whatever the hell it was that happened to them the night before.


Henri Dubois


Gifted with a head of luxurious, curly black hair and eyes the color of sun-kissed sage, Henri's natural beauty extends to his athletic form that can often be viewed in full, generous genitals and all, seeing that he detests the constraints of clothes. Even when forced to don a hospital gown, he somehow finds a way to fashion it into something akin to a toga or, better yet, a cheeky loincloth. Able to speak fluent English, he is more often heard singing in Italian or having a full on conversation with himself in French. Thankfully, he has a soothing voice that most find rather appealing, that is, until he starts to uncontrollably wail as if being eaten alive, from the inside out, by some unseen force.

Age: 21
Height: 5'7"
Build: Athletic
Demeanor: Erratic
Orientation: Polysexual
Mental Illness: Depression, Savant Syndrome, Schizophrenia
Admitted For: Attempted Suicide (He has deep scars on both wrists and rope burn around his neck), Murder (He arrived covered in another person's blood)

Truth be told, not much is known about Henri since he not only showed up very recently, but he did so naked and alone. Actually, that’s not entirely true, seeing that he was covered in someone else’s blood and he was having a rip roaring conversation with one of the many voices in his head. So, not entirely naked, nor alone. Deciding it best to simply admit him, instead of drawing the attention of the local authorities, Sebastian placed the erotically alluring man under the singular care of Dr. Murphy.


Facility Staff


Father Daniel Thorne

Age: 35
Height: 6'1"
Build: Athletic
Demeanor: Pious
Orientation: Closeted Homosexual
Position: Facility Chaplin

Father Thorne is a man of the cloth, therefore, expect to see him in his traditional priestly garb at all hours of the day and night. Does his jacket occasionally come off? Yes, it does, and sometimes, just sometimes, he will even roll up his sleeves to reveal the toned skin of his surprisingly muscular forearms. Does this flash of fit flesh tend to raise an eyebrow or two? Again, the answer would be a resounding yes, and not just from those of the opposite sex, but of the same, mostly because the parish that he hails from has had more than its fair share of salacious scandals.



Lexington (Cult Member)

Age: 31
Height: 6'9"
Build: Slender
Demeanor: Perpetually Dour
Orientation: Asexual
Position: Director's Assistant

Nicknamed the Son of Slender - as in, The Slender Man - everything about Lexington is long, lean, and drawn out. From the way he speaks - in a slow and methodical manner - to the way he walks - in graceful strides that manage to cover yards, instead of just feet, with a single step - the ghostly albino is certainly a unique personality to behold. Ultra-sensitive to sunlight, he is rarely seen outdoors during the day, but if he does venture out, it's usually beneath a double-wide umbrella, which typically draws additional attention to an already unusual sight.



Zaphy Ismail (Cult Member)

Age: 27
Height: 5'9"
Build: Muscular
Demeanor: Sociable
Orientation: Pansexual
Position: Orderly



Maya Washington (Cult Member)

Age: 27
Height: 5'3"
Build: Petite
Demeanor: Deceptively Coy
Orientation: Heterosexual
Position: Purchasing Specialist


Patients


Parker & Porter Abernathy

Age: 19/19
Height: 5'3"/5'3"
Build: Lean/Lean
Demeanor: Temperamental, When Parker is Manic, Porter is Depressive
Orientation: Heterosexual/Homosexual
Mental Illness: Kleptomania, Pyromania, Voyeurism
Admitted For: Attempted Familicide



Aaron Becker

Age: 24
Height: 5'10"
Build: Muscular/Built
Demeanor: Narcissistic
Orientation: Openly Gay
Mental Illness: Sexual Compulsion
(Will be) Admitted For: Conversion Therapy

Built like a Greek godling, it is abundantly clear that Aaron spends much of his free time in the gym, you know, when he's not out partying, pampering himself at the spa or purchasing the latest this or the newest that from some upscale boutique. Born into wealth, he has literally never worked a day in his life, and for whatever reason, his parents could care less if he ever learns the concept of responsibility. Is he aware that he lives a charmed life? You better believe it! But why mess with an absurdly good thing if it isn't even remotely broken?



Murdoch Fry

Age: 29
Height: 6'0"
Build: Muscular/Built
Demeanor: Devious
Orientation: Bisexual
Mental Illness: Delusional Disorder, Sadistic Personality Disorder: Tyrannical Sadism
Admitted For: Identity Theft, Kidnapping, Torture
 
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The Starkes had a reputation as an unusually cruel family. The dark energies were building under the land even centuries ago. Eventually, this influence culminated in a bloody revolt. Both sides were supernaturally charged into worst they could possibly be that night. The plantation was forever stained by blood and angry spirits. Redmond Starke was the last owner of his namesake. He, his wife, and two of their four children were killed that night along with many free workers and slaves. Redmond's oldest legitimate son, Davis, was on his way to beating his father's reputation, and he met a particularly gruesome fate when he was caught by himself. The Starke line ended that night. Or did it?


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Nora Starke
A black-clad woman is sometimes seen looking out of the windows towards the old slave shacks. She fades before anyone has seen her face, but the suspicion is that it's Redmond's wife Nora, watching the mob come to kill her family.

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Charlotte Starke

The body of the 11yo youngest daughter of the Starkes was never found. Her apparition is seen more than it's heard. One can occasionally hear a girl's laughter on the first floor of the administration building and Dr. Sowell's office. Even more rarely, she's seen in the clinic which was her bedroom. Sowell even claims to have spoken with her.

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The Dark Girl
The most frequently-seen specter is that of a dark, faceless girl. She most often is going up and down the stairs, like a solid shadow, trapped running errands for the Starke family for eternity.

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Jasper (Starke)

The second son of Redmond Starke had a particular hatred for his cruel half-brother Davis. He died in the revolt, denied the satisfaction of returning his brother's cruelty. He wanders the property and buildings, often seeming to watch those moving about at night from the treeline, waiting for his chance to pounce on Davis.
 

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Location
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Spirits of the Day


The Lonely Lothario / André Le Beau

Simply put, Mister Le Beau is a lecherous, lost soul. Doomed to linger among the massive, moss-covered oaks that line the front drive, André appears to be impatiently waiting for that special someone to arrive, only to be left hanging with his burning loins and, it seems, wanton ways for all eternity.



Amputation Annie / Nurse Annabelle Billhook

One of the most unsettling apparitions to haunt the hallways of the sanitarium, Amputation Annie - as she is often referred to - is a blood-splattered, sickle-wielding psychopath, hellbent on adding to her collection of severed limbs. Once a nurturing nurse named Annabelle, she was forced to endure a series of unspeakable horrors as the man she both loved and worked beside - the brilliant Dr. Charles Billhook - revealed himself to be an unstable genius who secretly dabbled in the unspeakable science of reanimation. So in love with the man - but also convinced that she could save him, if given enough time - she was unable to easily distance herself from him, even after the shocking revelation was made. Initially willing to assist him in procuring the parts needed to create his unsightly, cobbled-together cadavers that he would hopefully infuse with life, Annabelle soon found herself making more than a few organ donations of her own as the love of her life stole both her eyes and, ironically so, her heart. Left for dead on the operating room floor, after being brutally assaulted, both physically and spiritually, Annabelle would find herself chosen by The One to serve as an agent of unearthly chaos. Eternally enlisted in disfiguring those who would dare to wrong another, you will more than likely hear the hem of her blood-encrusted gown, scraping along the floor, long before you'll feel the jagged edge of her ornate reaping-knife tearing through skin and bone as she helps herself to yet another pound or two of fresh meat.



The Maestro & His Muses

Rarely seen himself, the sorrowful, violin solo of the long-dead musician is what most claim to know of this particular specter. Usually occurring just moments before sunrise, the haunting melody does manage to segue into a far more spirited, final act just as the sun crests over the horizon. It is rumored that on the first day of each new season, four maidens, dressed in diaphanous gowns of varying shades, have been seen dancing, hand-in-hand, on the edge of the estate's formal gardens, as if celebrating the arrival of each phase.



The Bashful Bridegroom / Nathaniel Rothschild

Typically seen pacing the length of the gallery, located just outside of the chapel, on the first floor of the admin house, this dashing, well-dressed apparition appears to be giving himself quite the animated pep talk, as if he's trying to convince himself to do something he knows he's going to regret for the rest of his life. Believed to be the late Nathaniel Rothschild, the water closet located at the end of the hall would be the very location where the apprehensive young man would slit both of his wrists just moments before he was expected to tie the knot. It is said that on sunny, Sunday mornings, a strong, metallic scent - like that which aged blood produces - can be smelled inside the typically tidy space.


Spirits of the Night


The Oracle of Onslow Island

While there are those who actually believe The Oracle is a living, breathing being - mostly because they want to be able to substantiate not just what they've seen, but, more importantly, what they've heard - the humanoid-shaped creature of the nocturnal swap is indeed an entity from beyond the veil. Known to speak in tongues as she performs her nightly rituals, The Oracle easily shifts to whatever native language is needed to share her alarmingly prophetic predictions. Usually found on the edge of the estate, within an old, abandoned fishing hut, on the surface, she does indeed give off the impression that she's just some eccentric, wild woman of the woods, but, again, her talents typically betray such a simple guise.




The North Field Negros / Cato, Hercules, Dago, Easom, Cuffee & Rente

Former slaves of the estate when it was a thriving plantation, they regretfully all perished during the revolt. Doomed to live out the rest of eternity, toiling away in the fields, mostly in the dark of night - yet, behaving as if it were just any other sunny afternoon - these men have been known to taunt and tease not only the spirits of former Starke's - in particular, Davis and Jasper - but any of the patients who wander too close to the fields that still thrive, just beyond the facility's northern-facing fences.



Hush / Dr. Anthony Absher

Briefly encountered, on several occasions, during one of the cult's cloaked soirées, the silent figure nicknamed Hush is believed to be the former Dr. Absher returning from the pit to warn others not to make the same dreadful series of missteps that resulted in his own untimely demise.
 
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