Story Breakdown
DISCLAIMER
-I DO NOT own American Horror Story: Asylum, it's characters, or it's storyline. American Horror Story: Asylum, it's characters, and it's storyline belong to Brad Fulchuk and Ryan Murphy, and FX.
-I DO NOT own any of the music featured in my fanfictions. The lyrics/music belongs to their respected artists.
OWNERSHIP CLAIM
-I DO own Veronica "Ronnie" Stone, her story, and her concept.
-I DO own the cover images to my fanfictions; be them edits or drawings. Be respectful to my art and edits, and DO NOT steal them.
STORY INFORMATION
-Ronnie will be in a very odd situation; she is from 2016, only to find herself in 1964. It may be cliche, and unnatural, but I'm hoping at least one person, aside from me, likes it.
-Bold-italic phrases will indicate Ronnie's thoughts or the thoughts of others while in their point of view. Italic phrases will indicate a sound being made. Underlined phrases will indicate the title of a movie, TV show, etc. When you see "..." it means that the point-of-view has shifted.
-All of the music featured in this story will be credited up top in the author's notes. The song representing the story is "Left Behind" from DAGames, a fan-made song for the horror game Five Nights at Freddy's: Sister Location.
CHARACTER INFORMATION
Name: Veronica "Ronnie" Stone
I prefer to be called "Ronnie". Why? Because a, Veronica will attract unwanted attention from a phantom of my past, and b, my tomboyish fashion help unwarranted attention from the opposite gender.
Age: 25
Hair: Deep Mahogany; Pixie Cut.
Eyes: Crystal Blue
Gender: Female
Family...
1: Bianca Lupei - Mother, Deceased; Alex Lupei - Father
Did you know that sometimes memories stay etched into your memory, even if you were an toddler? Well, when I was three years old, I watched my father murder my mother. Why? Because she was getting old. How a beautiful woman at the age of thirty-two be considered old is beyond me. It was a mystery until I was about seven. Every day from my fourth birthday, father would beat me. Why would someone beat a four year old? I'd cry or scream at him to stop his other abuse, the kind of a inappropriate manner. You can bet your asses that my past with him affects me, even to today. When I was eight, we were watching gypsies perform at the fair, and, when father lead me away to do what he wished, I was saved by the ring leader. He grabbed me and whisked me away.
2: Andre Dalca and Cosmina Dalca - Foster Parents; Eliza Bensley - Sister-Figure
When Andre and Cosmina took me in, I finally saw what family was. However, because of the years of abuse, every time they would express physical affection, or even touch me, I'd flinch and start screaming. It took me years, and though I still struggle with my PTSD, I am able to deal with physical contact, albeit vaguely. We would be on the run constantly because the clan of gypsies would encounter issues from the authorities, no doubt because of father. When I turned nineteen, I knew it was time to leave. All of their lives had been put in danger time and time again, and it was my fault, regardless of how Andre and Cosmina would debate it. With their combined efforts, I was able to leave to America. It was hard making it there, the "Land of the Free" because I wasn't a legal citizen. I would tell fortunes, something gypsies were accustomed to, and when I wasn't doing that, I would sing or dance in the streets where I didn't need a permit and it was legal. After some time, I was hired at a place called "Cabana Mystica", which specialized in magic paraphernalia and fortune-telling. I gained a very good friend, almost like a sister, named Eliza Bensley, who is a very passionate person about magic and miracles, but is also a lesbian with a passion for equal rights. On my 25th birthday, we both received news that the manager of the store was retiring and left the popular business in our hands. However, as my citizenship was just approved, I couldn't be the owner, so I continued to work there as a simple employee.
Personality: Maternal/motherly, gentle, kind, slightly OCD-ish, awkward around strangers, anxious around abusive personalities, and a stickler for rules.
Distinguishing Marks or Features: I have scars on my wrists from my father, when he'd handcuff me to a chair or the bed, for either his sexual gratification, or to punish me. I also have internal scarring from when he'd sexually abuse me; not that they can be seen, they can only be talked about or learned about.
Miscellaneous: I adore history; yes, some of our world has seen evil pasts, but, let's face it, the evil allows the good to shine. I also love the horror genre; I play video games - via console and computer - and watch movies. Because of these two loves, among my many others - including psychology - I took a chance to go on vacation, exploring asylums with historical tour groups. All the stories and rumors of hauntings were intriguing, but the histories are what captured my attention; yeah, some were sick and twisted, but that's life sucks more often than not.
