Haydn Atticus Hartnett
twenty-two year old male Patient
appearance
6'0" ⋅ 164 lbs. ⋅ Fair Skin ⋅ Blue Eyes ⋅ Black Hair
No Tattoos ⋅ Eight Piercings
Such a pleasant boy...that’s always been the first thought to the unknowing who stumble by. Haydn Hartnett seems to have the impression of the child every mother has dreamed of; he's bright, intellectual, incredibly clean, you’d really expect him to be well on his way through college in guessing his age. Surely the young Hartnett has got some bright and shining ambitions? Truthfully, Haydn Hartnett is crazier than a crowd of mid-twenties women stumbling across a Gucci sale at twenty dollars a bag, including the probability that he may attempt bite your ear off, if it'll get him someplace amongst his delusions of grandeur. Yes, while he might seem like the average, everyday heart-throb in appearance, there’s clearly something not clicking right in that pretty little head of his. Looks can be so terribly deceptive.
In all general aspects of the word, Haydn Hartnett doesn't look as if he's insane. The craziest ones never really do, and at a lofty six feet even, Haydn is rather average for his age and ethnicity, and something of an intimidating character for anyone to want believe to be insane. His build is rather athletic, cleanly so and in his opinion not particularly disproportionate. Lean, toned muscle shows off a bit of his history of when he was in slightly brighter health—before the accident, at least, as Haydn’s career choice was rather professional. He’s a slightly lanky build, but solid, and damn suited to take a few punches if it really rolls down to it; though Haydn was never really a boy for physical violence, one of the many disorders he’s seemed to unraveled in the past three years would make you surprised he’s never been in a ‘voluntary’ fight, not once in his life. Kicking the ass of someone who’s really pissed him off though, lately, well… those are just formalities.
Everyone will agree that the young man’s bright baby blues take the cake of most catching feature, not that the rest of Haydn's face does without compliment. A strong jaw sets the line for what could only be a pinch of magic tossed into his genetic pool, with a sinfully smooth complexion almost everyone is dying to get complimented by plump, smooth pink lips and a straight nose. Chiseled, yes, that’s the best way to describe him, Haydn’s the best piece of sculpted art by some higher power. Arching over those vibrant crystalline eyes, adorned in light brown lashes, are thick brows of the masculine sort, shaped every now and then to keep them from being too wild. But, for the most part, like any other guy, Haydn fails to pay too much attention to them. A head of silky black has a modified style, one he’s kept since the car accident he was in nearly three years ago, and Haydn fancies his hair a bit on the long side. He's a fashion statement waiting to happen on a slightly more contemporary note than others; he’s well funded in the institution, often caught in designer wear, and even the latest style seems to be so pleasantly ‘retro’ to the would be time traveler. Liking his multiples of two's Haydn brandishes two gauged ears, a set of snake bite piercings along his rosy bottom lip, and a set of hip piercings. If he had another belly button or tongue you can be sure it'd be pierced, but for now, he's comfortable with one naval ring and one tongue. The single most thing that stands out upon Haydn would be the right side of his back at mid-shoulder blade down to about his waist, the skin is badly marred by a burn scar, something he’s slightly self-conscious of but can surely be fixed once he gets back to 2050. The skin is smooth, but the scar still visible.
personality
Placid ⋅ Emotionally Stunted ⋅ Curious ⋅ Dogmatic ⋅ Tenacious Headstrong ⋅ Deviant ⋅ Bizarrely Romantic ⋅ Complicated Obsessive in many walks of life
If you were to speak to Haydn, well, right away you wouldn't know he was insane. Not until Haydn decides your time has come, if he so happens to have a pack of matches or a lighter, and sets you on fire. Yes, a lot of his disorder leans heavily on pyromania, and as far as Haydn is concerned it's the right thing to do; this world is a hazard to the one he supposedly left, and destroying it so that humanity can start anew is the only answer. Unless you want a bipolar pyromaniac on your hands, it's really best not to argue with him, but if you can manage to catch Haydn outside of his delusional ramblings about reforming the Earth, you'll find him to be, well... odd.
There might have been a time when hadn’t could be considered average. Normal, if you would, though he generally entertained a slight ego, buried beneath a tentative sweetheart’s façade. All of that has fizzled out into caution, and a determination to get better… he’s been in EVE for four years and as far as he’s concerned that’s a bit too long, especially with how often patients may come and go. Once a helpful young man, Haydn has issues it seems talking easily to anyone, and once so eager to help, to share or sympathize with someone who’s obviously worse off than he is he generally has the same reaction no matter what the situation. Oh, his kitten just died who he’s so attached to? That’s cool. You got shot and now you’re afraid of leaving your room? Must be tough. It’s hard to pick through Haydn’s attention, but that’s not to say he’s not usually docile or… slightly decent conversation if you catch him on a good day. It’s tough to get through, but not completely impossible; that’s all he needs are abandonment issues to add on to the rest of his problems. The come-and-go company he does entertain, the usual crowd he’ll sit with if he’s not dozing in his room, burying his face in a book or causing some indescribably calculated chaos, happen to know the mellow youngster to smile every now and again. He tries to keep his hands to himself these days, once ever so entertained with the idea of bear hugs and pecks on the cheek, for more reasons than one; he seems to get over attached, or corrupted by the delusions that everyone he knows at present will die a terrible death in the future, and so he’s almost shameless in how an unheeded doorway for promiscuity steals the moment. Sometimes, Haydn just can’t help himself, and those days are usually when he’s just not feeling the Zoloft.
He has these bad days more often than not lately, loses his temper, and can occasionally fall into depressive spells that seem to last a week or two at the most. It isn’t something he can help and it damn well doesn’t make getting along with the other patients of EVE any easier. Generally, Haydn takes his first impressions strongly to heart; he either likes you, or doesn’t, and once he’s made that decision it’s a bit hard to change it. Toward the poor, unfortunate souls who seem to get on Haydn’s bad side the snide, cocky, stubborn son of a bitch he most definitely can be seems to shine it’s brightest. Aggression, as previously mentioned, isn’t a common practice for Haydn… he’s more likely to roll his eyes and wave you off, shrug his shoulders; honestly it’s hard to get him riled. But he’s far from stupid; Haydn’s elaborate schemes might occasionally really make his delusional ideas that he’s from the future unnervingly probable. Getting back at someone is more often than not painful, if not life threatening, so it’s really a good idea not to piss him off too much. He's overly driven by emotion when it breaks through the recent barrier he’s created, and this may make him often irrational and spontaneous, he'll act before thinking if someone he holds dear is in danger or need, and he's especially susceptible to emotional injury. Haydn can be jealous. He can be possessive. And he isn’t afraid to eliminate anyone who’s drifting around in the pretty picture of relationships he has who doesn’t belong there and it’s this that makes him such a recluse these days.
Plagued by the laws of attraction, Haydn can often find his petty crushes and close friendships taking turns for the worst; an annoyingly insatiable sexual appetite that even he insists can’t possibly belongs to him brings an assortment of love/hate guilt. To sum Haydn up, though? He’s a fairy tale-wreck of an insane white knight, plain and simple.
history
[under con.]
basic info
⋅ Any of those really wonky folk who walk around grinning and talking to themselves, or pulling their hair out, or screaming at nothing... freaks him out. ⋅ Being told what to do, how to do it, or where to go. Authority figures find Haydn a bit... difficult. ⋅ He's got a few screws loose. He usually doesn't run around sharing it but if you're lucky enough to hear Haydn's from the future, best not to pick fun at him about it. ⋅ Grass makes him itch. ⋅ Haydn has a hard time remembering things. Even more, he doesn't remember a damn thing about his past, not even his own father. ⋅ He hates drugs. He hates the way they make them, and some days it's easier pulling teeth than getting him to take his medication. ⋅ Other than that being told no, old people, sedatives, super loud music, cold coffee, and running out of cigarettes get on his nerves too. ⋅ Dooms Day; a date he refuses to reveal because of the pandemonium it may cause. Or the disbelief, he doesn't have time for that. ⋅ Raping someone. Yes, it's a very real fear, and yes, he's come quite close in the darker past. ⋅ Mental institution horror stories... twisted staff members doing wonky experiments on their patients and all that. | ⋅ Narrating Things [His life, what someone near him is doing, etc] at Random ⋅ The future's gift to redemption; fire. He gets fidgety when he's in the presence of a burning flame. Cigarettes are pretty cool too. ⋅ The thought of changing the future. And the thought of leaving EVE. He thinks a lot. ⋅ He's a fan of windy days and the beach. Both of them combined and you've got one super happy psycho. ⋅ Girls and boys and sex... what can he say, helping the future population that's going to be nearly nothing if he doesn't save the world seems like a good idea. Or well, that's his cover story at least, he's just got a few screws loose upstairs. ⋅ Reading, that's pretty rad. The future doesn't have paper you know, and who gets a chance to pick up some ancient literature? ⋅ Sleeping is also pretty rad. ⋅ And so are Strawberry Poptarts. ⋅ He flirts... a lot. Seriously, half the time he might not even realize he's doing it. ⋅ Cigarettes calm the nerves. Not really but his lungs like to think so. ⋅ If he trails off and stares at the sky for a few moments chances are he's started daydreaming mid-conversation... again. ⋅ He pulls, tugs, nibbles, licks, tongues and hooks strange things onto his piercings. Well, it could be worse... he could walk around with his hand down his pants. ⋅ |
Haydn has been residing here at EVE Institution for four years, five this December. He's suffering post-traumatic amnesia after a car accident, though it's still unclear whether or not it's a permanent effect (it's been ruled accordingly but, there are heavy doubts and speculation). Pending this detail, it's unclear whether or not Haydn will ever be permitted to leave the Institution.  This is Oliver. He's a cherished hand made gift from Nikolas Avery, a boy Haydn was quite close with in the past, and possibly the only plush toy he's ever gotten his hands on without any intention of sacrificing him to the Nightmare God's Inferno(see PYROMANIA). Oliver resides in Haydn's room, but is ritualistically wrapped in a velvet blanket and tucked into a shoebox bed hidden beneath Haydn's own bed when he isn't present in case someone decides they want to steal off with him. | Orange Ward - Yellow Ward In the last year the patient has maintained a moderate temperament with occasional manic spells, but generally easy to manage. Has shown increasing interest in medication, yet a decreased interest in healthy social interaction. Exhibits exceptional inability to respect personal boundaries; should not be left alone in the company of fellow patients. Under no circumstances is the patient to be given matches, a lighter, or any other free access to flame. Cigarette breaks and trips outdoors should be closely monitored. Zoloft ⋅ 100mg Clozaril ⋅ 25mg Xanax ⋅ 1mg Ambien ⋅ 5mg as needed. |
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| Date applied | 6 Sep 2009, 7:12am |
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