Major Robert J.

Ogilvie
Description: Six feet tall, large hands and feet, slightly greying hair and
moustache, both always well groomed through military habit. Steady brown eyes
somewhat stern of countenance. Stout frame, obviously used to physical exertion
and the hard life of an officer. Physically fit and active although he has become
more sedentary since pursuing historical study. Always dresses smartly and in
accordance to his station in life.
Personality and Attitudes: You have taken your Army training, values and
morals with you into civilian life. The Chester Regiment and the Army were a natural
choice for you: discipline is the cornerstone to a well-balanced individual and social
structure. Despite being from a well to do family, you never the less believe that
every man should stand on his own two feet and make his own way. You have no
time for slackers. Due to an injury taken in Burma, you retired early. You had a
distinguished career and were well liked by your men and other officers. For some
reason you have drifted out of contact with them which is unlike you.
You believe it is important to keep you mind and spirit as fit as your body and
have thrown yourself in to your studies with the same energy you immersed in the
Army
You believe all men are created equal but some need to be guided, controlled
even, until they are wise enough to govern their own affairs. There is a natural order
to things in which the strong protect and guide the weak. You believe women should
be treated as social equals but there are some limits: a lady should be a lady above
all else and should not undertake some things such as fighting or politics.
A year in the Asylum: You have little recollection of events which lead you to be
committed to Oakengates. Indeed you remember little from more than a year ago.
It seems some madness drove you to the arms of Doctor William Peterson, and you
have been at his mercy ever since. Periods of doubt and loathing are interspaced
with periods of longing for freedom and to prove you are no longer mad. You are
aware the Doctor has been treating you badly, in a less civilized country it would be
described as torture. You have come to loath the Doctor. At the back of your mind is
the suspicion that you did indeed lose control of your senses and you initial
imprisonment in the Asylum was indeed for your own good and for the good of
those around you. But now, you are not so sure. Memories are lost. If only you could
think back to the time before the treatments started. If there was a way to give the
Doctor a taste of his own medicine you would jump at the chance.
Mental Illness and Madness: You remember little or nothing of the events which
lead you to Oakengates. Try as you might nothing comes to mind. Vague feelings
and impressions of having an active life are drowned in the more recent memories
of pain and misery at the hands of the Doctor. You are scarred with a deep mental
illness brought on by the treatment of the Doctor. You have an overwhelming

compulsion to keep your hands and nails clean at all times and at all costs. You
have an obvious tic as a side effect of this illness. When you are stressed you blink
a lot usually with both eyes. You are confused and frustrated but you will not give
up trying to remember. You are comforted by a small dull coin of little value.
Handling it soothes you.
Harry Postins: Harry is close to you in age and shares many similarities. You know
in your bones you can trust him and have done so in the past, perhaps even with
your life or at least your darkest secrets. Harry more so than any of the others
shares your hatred for the Doctor.
Granville Harrington: Granville is full of youthful energy for which you envy him.
Although you wish he would learn some patience. He is not very fond of you
although you do not know why. You are both cordial to each other but something is
lurking there.
Stanley Boyd: You find Stanley charming and are not fooled by his quiet nature, he
is a man of action when needs arise. Sometimes you feel a certain distance
between you as if you come from such different worlds there could be little
understanding between you. You have both passed through some shared ordeals of
some kind and have both emerged the stronger.
Rebecca Beasley: Her beauty is apt to disarm a lesser man than you, those you
cannot see past those stunning eyes fail to observe the well-honed intellect and
iron will that lies beneath. You realize she has a lot of new-fangled ideas about the
role of women in the world but you find her a comforting companion none the less.
You sense a bond between you born of learning.

Harry Postins
Physical Appearance: Short, slight, lithe frame, fit and active manner. Greying
hair and black moustache. A kind face quick to smile. Can be easily overlooked in a
ground.
Personality: You are a self-made man, having reached the top of your profession
by sheer hard work and grit. Engineering comes naturally to you, the laws and
principles are easily understood by your logical mind. Your pragmatic nature means
you are apt to question as much as you accept. You have long been an advocate of
the science of evolution. You see science as offering a steady, logical progression for
mankind. You are a confirmed bachelor believing that the time and energy spent in
the pursuit of science and engineering could not be diluted by attentions of a
woman or family.
Your view of society is that it is generally wisely governed and the laws of the
land are there for a reason. You can however, sympathize with those who would
protest against the more unjust laws and fully accept civil unrest is the price any
democracy must pay for its continued health.
You are a natural introvert but have worked long and hard to cultivate many
social contacts and friendships. Recently you have let these slip and have become
more detached with them, although you are not sure how this happened,
A year in the Asylum: You have little recollection of events which lead you to be
committed to Oakengates. Indeed you remember little from more than a year ago.
It seems some madness drove you to the arms of Doctor William Peterson, and you
have been at his mercy ever since. Periods of doubt and loathing are interspaced
with periods of longing for freedom and to prove you are no longer mad. You are
aware the Doctor has been treating you badly, in a less civilized country it would be
described as torture. You have come to loath the Doctor. At the back of your mind is
the suspicion that you did indeed lose control of your senses and you initial
imprisonment in the Asylum was indeed for your own good and for the good of
those around you. But now, you are not so sure. Memories are lost. If only you could
think back to the time before the treatments started. If there was a way to give the
Doctor a taste of his own medicine you would jump at the chance.
Mental Illness and Madness: You remember little or nothing of the events which
lead you to Oakengates. Try as you might nothing comes to mind. Vague feelings
and impressions of having an active life are drowned in the more recent memories
of pain and misery at the hands of the Doctor. You are scarred with a deep mental
illness brought on by the treatment of the Doctor. You get drowsy and tired
whenever you are stressed or worried. You have an obvious tic as a side effect of
this illness. When you are stressed you hug yourself for reassurance. You are
confused and frustrated but you will not give up trying to remember. You are
comforted by a shiny brass button. Handling it soothes you.

Granville Harrington
Description: Tall, stocky frame, and strong facial features. Well groomed and
conscious of appearance. An expressive face, hard to hide feelings and thoughts.
Personality: You have an overwhelming curiosity. Your intellect and passion have
pushed you throughout your life. You found the world of business remarkably easy
and took over your fathers business at an early age, leaving you time to pursue
your hobby of art and painting. You are naturally confident, having a charm which
allows you to move in all social circles with ease. You are a passionate believer in
the Empire and the rights of the British in leading the world in social and political
matters. Forward thinking, you never the less believe that individual rights and
responsibilities should first serve the needs of the country of your birth. You are
used to getting what you want and have made a few enemies in the art world.
However you take this light hearted joviality.
Some have described you as singled minded, especially in your pursuit of things you
are passionate about. You prefer to think of yourself as dedicated and energetic,
knowing that you will not give up once you have set your sights on something.
The world is a wide and wonderful place, full of things to be discovered. You see
yourself retiring from business early and pursuing your passion for collecting.
Recently you have been so absorbed in other things that you have let the business
slip slightly, as well as loosing track of fellow collectors, which is unlike you.
A year in the Asylum: You have little recollection of events which lead you to be
committed to Oakengates. Indeed you remember little from more than a year ago.
It seems some madness drove you to the arms of Doctor William Peterson, and you
have been at his mercy ever since. Periods of doubt and loathing are interspaced
with periods of longing for freedom and to prove you are no longer mad. You are
aware the Doctor has been treating you badly, in a less civilized country it would be
described as torture. You have come to loath the Doctor. At the back of your mind is
the suspicion that you did indeed lose control of your senses and you initial
imprisonment in the Asylum was indeed for your own good and for the good of
those around you. But now, you are not so sure. Memories are lost. If only you could
think back to the time before the treatments started. If there was a way to give the
Doctor a taste of his own medicine you would jump at the chance.
Mental Illness and Madness: You remember little or nothing of the events which
lead you to Oakengates. Try as you might nothing comes to mind. Vague feelings
and impressions of having an active life are drowned in the more recent memories
of pain and misery at the hands of the Doctor. You are scarred with a deep mental
illness brought on by the treatment of the Doctor. You are not able to trust the
judgment of yourself or other at times of great stress. You have an obvious tic as a
side effect of this illness. When you are stressed you smile uncontrollably. You are

confused and frustrated but you will not give up trying to remember. You are
comforted by a small toy soldier of little value. Handling it soothes you.

Stanley Boyd
Personality: Quiet studious, introvert, you enjoy the company of yourself and of
books and the past. Your natural curiosity drew you to the world of history,
archeology and antiques. This allowed you the solitude you like to work and study.
You see society as a thing which needs feeding and nurturing, and tradition and
custom will do this. You respect those who make and administer the laws, and trust
the judgment to those in power. You largely see yourself as being outside of society
in general. The deeper mysteries of Egypt drew you at an early age. The Egyptian
culture seemed so ordered, so dedicated, so well ministered.
You are well travel and have gone on many, many, trips to Egypt. These excursions
have been a necessity for what you do and you have put as much time and energy
into it as you would have any translation or study of art. You have learned a lot can
be picked up from quiet observation. There are those who more extrovert than you
who want to be the center of attention, and you are more than willing to let them.
You feel slightly detached from many social and political issues which stir others.
You feel any disruption to the status quo can only harm your work and study. You
have recently noticed a drop in both business and social contacts which leads you to
wonder to what degree you helped it along. This is not like you.
A year in the Asylum: You have little recollection of events which lead you to be
committed to Oakengates. Indeed you remember little from more than a year ago.
It seems some madness drove you to the arms of Doctor William Peterson, and you
have been at his mercy ever since. Periods of doubt and loathing are interspaced
with periods of longing for freedom and to prove you are no longer mad. You are
aware the Doctor has been treating you badly, in a less civilized country it would be
described as torture. You have come to loath the Doctor. At the back of your mind is
the suspicion that you did indeed lose control of your senses and you initial
imprisonment in the Asylum was indeed for your own good and for the good of
those around you. But now, you are not so sure. Memories are lost. If only you could
think back to the time before the treatments started. If there was a way to give the
Doctor a taste of his own medicine you would jump at the chance.
Mental Illness and Madness: You remember little or nothing of the events which
lead you to Oakengates. Try as you might nothing comes to mind. Vague feelings
and impressions of having an active life are drowned in the more recent memories
of pain and misery at the hands of the Doctor. You are scarred with a deep mental
illness brought on by the treatment of the Doctor. You become paranoid when under
stress: you become convinced that all events conspire against you personally and
are orchestrated by a malevolent force that hates only you. You have an obvious tic
as a side effect of this illness. When you are stressed you stay still and sway back
and forth. You are confused and frustrated but you will not give up trying to
remember. You are comforted by a small matchbox with a spider inside. Handling it
soothes you.

Rebecca Beasley
Personality: You are fiercely independent; you have learned persistence can
usually get what you want. Your quick mind soaked up all the information your
private tutors supplied. You value the power of the mind and are suspicious of
overly emotive people. Science has shown you the beauty of the Universe, both in
its form and function, you need no other distraction. This is not to say you are not a
social creature, you have had many suitors and enjoy the company of like minds.
Your compassionate nature is reflected in the duties you perform as a nurse, mainly
volunteer work for the Army. You feel a strong sense of duty and can understand the
need to serve your country. Society cannot stand on the logic of science alone;
armies are needed to stand against the bullies and despots in the world, and to help
lead the less civilized toward a more utopian future. You care little for societys
perceptions and restrictions it would place upon your chosen fields of research. You
have always felt you were a scientist first, a humanitarian second, and a woman
third. You dislike being distracted when you have a problem to solve, and can be
engrossed to the point where you neglect, the more trivial drives such as eating and
drinking.
You cannot remember the last time you were out in society doing volunteer work or
the last time you went to a social engagement. This is not like you.
A year in the Asylum: You have little recollection of events which lead you to be
committed to Oakengates. Indeed you remember little from more than a year ago.
It seems some madness drove you to the arms of Doctor William Peterson, and you
have been at his mercy ever since. Periods of doubt and loathing are interspaced
with periods of longing for freedom and to prove you are no longer mad. You are
aware the Doctor has been treating you badly, in a less civilized country it would be
described as torture. You have come to loath the Doctor. At the back of your mind is
the suspicion that you did indeed lose control of your senses and you initial
imprisonment in the Asylum was indeed for your own good and for the good of
those around you. But now, you are not so sure. Memories are lost. If only you could
think back to the time before the treatments started. If there was a way to give the
Doctor a taste of his own medicine you would jump at the chance.
Mental Illness and Madness: You remember little or nothing of the events which
lead you to Oakengates. Try as you might nothing comes to mind. Vague feelings
and impressions of having an active life are drowned in the more recent memories
of pain and misery at the hands of the Doctor. You are scarred with a deep mental
illness brought on by the treatment of the Doctor. You have and become delusional
and believe germs are alive and sentient and they actively chose their hosts. They
seem to seek you out in particular. You have an obvious tic as a side effect of this
illness. When you are stressed you get an intolerable itch on your eyes and throat
you simply have to scratch. You are confused and frustrated but you will not give

up trying to remember. You are comforted by a small strip of cloth. Handling it

soothes you.