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Name: Donald Darko (Donnie)

Gender: Male

Forms: Human

Age: 28

Height: 6'3"

Eye Color: Sky Blue

Hair Color: Black

Tattoos: None

Description (Human): Two ice blue eyes follow in your direction as you feel the weight of them set on you. Your gaze traces their way to him. A human male stands in the center of the crowded room. He wears faded jeans and a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up under a dark blue hoodie. The look on his face is both menacing yet sane. A large smirk stretches its way across his face, almost startling you. He pulls his hood up and turns to leave before looking back at you then disappears into the crowd.

Donnie grew up in a small town in Virginia. When he was young his behavior started to portray a different person. Scared that their son was slowly slipping away, his parents took him to a psychiatrist. They later found out that Donnie had Paranoid Schizophrenia. Every week he would visit his doctor, and take his medication. However, after taking them he often hallucinated, taking on a new 'friend' called Frank. It wasn't until fate caught up to him and a very beautiful Ezmerelda White invited him to dinner. She befriended him despite of his issues and he returned the friendship. It wasn't long until Donnie realized how much she meant to him and from then on was devoted to her. But as the sun rises, it does set as well. A pleading Donnie begged her to leave him. Leave him before she would witness what he feared the most; his madness overtaking him. She granted his wishes, and they agreed to break it off. But who knew that without Ezzy there, he quickly succumbed to the darkness which eventually took control of his mind.

The darkness was in fact the entity known as "Braedan". Braedan made sure Donnie was kept in check. But if it wasn't for the brave Ezzy, Donnie certaintly would be dead right now. However, though she fought Braedan and won, the dark entity came back and completely overtook Donnie. Nobody knows how or when, or even why, but Braedan left just as quickly as he came.

Donnie woke up to the bright lights of Cedar Hill, a mental ward where he stayed for two months. When he got back to his home, he was a very changed man. Under the care of Dr. Thurman, Donnie has become the poster child his parents always wanted. He only has medicated-induced thoughts and no memory of his past. The journal he once possessed was taken by Thurman while he was in the "coma". He has no recollection of even owning one. The only bit of evidence of his former self is his sketch book, which was discovered by him.

One night, after sitting in front of his sketchbook for hours, Donnie decided to get up and go to Dr. Thurman. He didn't even realize it was past his time for his medication...
He drove up to her office, car hidden underneath the cloak of midnight. The windows were dark, as he tried the front door. Nothing. He shook it with all his fury, thinking of the doctor's smiling face, telling him that crazy things happen to people all the time and that if he just took two pills, it will be okay for him...
Then it happened...
Rage, pure and raw surged through his veins as if his body was hungry for it all along. He picked up the closest rock and threw it through the window, glass shattering into a million specks of moonlight onto the pavement.. The next bit happened as if in slow motion. He stomped in, knowing exactly what to do... Two hands grabbing the fire poker from the opposite side of the room. He went to the desk, glaring at the lock. A flash of memory soared past him: Donnie walked into the office, a bright smile on his face as usual. "Dr. Th-" "DONNIE!" She quickly put something in her desk and slammed it. "I thought you weren't due for another hour?" She asked, as he could smell her medicinal odor. It burned his nose. "B-But it's Friday, Dr. Thurman...We start at 10:30..." He would say, looking highly confused and at this point curious. Dr. Thurman shook her head, smiling, "oh how silly of me." "What was that?" "What was what, Donnie?" He hesitated, though pointed at the desk like a child. Her demeanour changed quickly, though he towered over her, she still looked a hundred feet bigger to him. "Now you listen Donald...Don't go poking your nose into different affairs other than your own. It won't help you..." "But-" "NO DONNIE! Do you hear me?" Her voice was like a sniveling teacher, who hated children. "You must focus on what's important." He nodded, mechanically so.. "And what is important, Donald?" Icy blues faded a bit, his voice robotic.. "To learn the untaught and to control what is learned..."
An animalistic yell boiled out of him before he began hacking away at the desk, chips and shards flying everywhere until... *POP* ...The drawer hung loosely like a creature who lost it's will to defend. And there it was... A tattered journal. This? This is what she has kept from me?! But all thoughts were extinguished when he read the inside... "The Collective Thoughts Of Donnie Darko." He touched the writing, it was done by his hand. He felt his breath quicken and heart racing. Then sirens somewhere were calling out, growing louder... The car... He thought, jumping over the desk when papers that were binded fell out from the journal. He read the Title:
"VCSD Department of Psychiatry
The Diagnosis And Treatment Of Patient # 0118

He quickly gathered it up and bolted out of the door. Within seconds he was speeding down the freeway. His mind was on fire, knowing now that this is was anger was. This is what hate truly feels like. He didn't know where he was going. He only knew that it was away from that office. Away from that bitch, Dr. Thurman. And away from everyone and everything that were just there as a lie.

It has been nearly ten years since he had found himself away from the chaos in his sleepy hometown in Virginia. He has loved, lost, died, and lived. He came here as a boy and after nearly a decade has grown into a man. Though he still sees the ominous being with a skeleton face and gnarled ears, he has a better understanding of it. Donnie's heart has loved one woman fiercely during this time and it would be impossible to describe his past without her. Time, it seemed, had weathered away on them and it has left Donnie exhausted. He will always have a place for her, but something inside him was telling him that it was time to let it all go...