Tighe, Cadeyrn

‘On this night the heart and ideals melt into the darkness’

Full Name: Cadeyrn Tighe
Nationality: Irish
D.O.B.: 11/20
Age: 32
Gender: Male
Height: 6’ 4”
Weight: 250lbs.
Hair Color: Red
Eye Color: Blue
Blood Type: B
Hometown: Chicago, Illinois
Character Description:



Personality: Driven, dedicated, but also stubborn and reckless.  Has little to no self preservation instincts.  Tends to enjoy being challenged, can be blunt or careless with his words.  Manipulative and good at pretending to be something he’s not to get what he wants.
Role: Psychiatrist
Other comments:
Graduated with a PhD in Psychology from UC Berkeley

RP Example:

When Cadeyrn had applied to this particular asylum he had been pleasantly surprised.  After all few mental institutions had the means to offer their psychologists a true means to delve into the psyche of its occupants, most simply focusing on bandaging mental trauma and illness instead of actually experimenting with it.  Upon first being accepted, he had been told to push, to break, to experiment to his heart’s content, and, really, how could he be much happier with a job with such few limiting factors and so much potential?  Well, perhaps the lull between the visits of patients being shortened considerably would be a start, soon followed by the replacement of the carpet in his office with tile; it was far too difficult to get blood out of carpet after all.

With a soft, exasperated sigh he leaned forward over his desk, absently drumming his pen on the mahogany to the steady tick of the wall clock.  Honestly, Cadeyrn loathed the periods between patients as each unfulfilling second that passed caused tension and agitation to coil in him.  While paperwork was necessary, it didn’t really give his mind the outlet it needed, not the way that working with one of his patients did.  He needed constant mental stimulation, craved the challenge of drawing out each of the occupants of the Asylum’s dirty little secrets, of breaking them back down and remaking them.  It had been a while since he’d had a true challenge in fact.

He rolled his head, peering at his desk clock, his words coming out as a disappointed sigh. “Ten more minutes.”

Back to the paperwork it was then, scribbling down inane notes that nobody would ever read.  Most of the tedious little things that they did were more pomp and circumstance for when inspections came, making them look good and proper for the rich and powerful.  Despite that Cadeyrn forced pen to paper, looking horribly unamused with it all, and filled out the necessary information and flowery notes praising improvement when there had been none.  Upon completing the form and setting it neatly aside there was a knock at the door, a sound that made his lips curl in a knife-like smile, and his eyes to widen a little in excitement.  Finally another patient to occupy his idle mind, something that made him lick his lips in anticipation.

“Come in.” he called, softly, his excitement causing a bit of Irish accent to leak into his words. “Please.”

Accepted, welcome to the Hill of Acropolis. Enjoy your stay.