Mosley Barnes

[Mosley Barnes]

Name: Mosley Alexander Barnes
Age: twenty-eight
Gender: Male
Personality:

Upon first meeting Mosley, one might be inclined to label him as 'amicable.' Compared to the more aggressive residents of Nethering's, one might even call him pleasant. This isn't entirely inaccurate; he is entirely capable of being outgoing and civil, but any friendliness that manifests in him had best not be trusted. In actuality he's self-centered and apathetic to the trials and suffering of others, concerned only with saving his own skin. If acting like a upstanding, reformed prisoner helps him achieve that goal, then that's the mask he'll don. This constant act has become so ingrained in his behavior that he'll usually act social , even in situations where his internal vitriol can be shown without fear of punishment. On the rare times his mask does fall apart, it’s obvious that he’s a nasty piece of work; he sees everyone else as lower beasts compared to himself and, combined with the fact that he’s rather observant, can be savage in his attempts to take advantage of others’ insecurities and break them down.

Mosley is a master of deception; anything that comes out of his mouth should be taken with a grain of salt, as its roots may lie in his venomous imagination instead of in reality. In most situations, he disdains physical labor or fighting and, whenever possible, weasels out of those situations by using lies and generous helpings of flattery. He's well-aware that he's not physically strong and often tries to win over those who are to use as protectors and allies. He's misogynic, but it doesn't often show through his careful facade. He's needlessly vain and can come off as arrogant. Mosley is, however, quite intelligent and occasionally inventive, and devours the few books and newspapers that come his way. He has an excellent memory. His cleverness doesn't bring him any happiness; petty and vindictive, he'll hold grudges for years and act on them when it's least expected. Revenge is a dish best served cold.

Appearance:

Mosley, despite his acidic personality and the depravities that he's committed, isn't a bad-looking man. He looks young for his age; he's about 5'11 and is of average weight. He's long-limbed and has the build of a runner but the musculature of a scholar, and though he's quick enough on his feet and is an excellent climber he isn't built for physically taxing confrontations. His face is angular and clean-shaven, and his short russet hair pokes past his hair in deliberate dishevelment. The eyes behind the black-wire glasses he wears are a dark, but surprisingly bright, green. He takes care of his appearance and is almost always dressed tidily, with his hair combed back, his nails short, and his glasses free from smudges; if one didn't know better, one might think that he was a particularly devoted college student on his way to class instead of a criminal. Despite this, the evidence of his incarceration in Nethering's is easy to find: his torso is lanced with tidy scars from various procedures that he can't even name.

Desired Position: Patient
Diagnoses:

Mosley is a pathological liar. Additionally, it is believed that he has antisocial personality disorder and narcissistic personality disorder.

History:

Born in Ohio, Mosley was an illegitimate child and the product of a teenage pregnancy. His mother was sixteen and had no interest in suffering the consequences that motherhood brought: the stigma of bearing a bastard and bearing one young, having to care for a creature utterly dependent on her, losing money that could be devoted to causes that benefited her and not the leech that she'd carried for nearly nine months. When he was born, then, he was adopted by an older couple whose three adult children had already grown up and wandered away.

He learned early on in life how to manipulate those he was around to get exactly what he wanted, not that his parents proved much of a challenge; they were happy to spoil him and give into whatever whims possessed him at the time. He was a clever child who did well in school, though amongst his peers he soon earned a reputation for being a bully. He had other, more violent tendencies, but he was able to conceal these; in middle school he was prone to abusing the strays that wandered about his neighborhood hoping for scraps, and he had a brief flirtation with arson, stealing lighting fluid and matches and setting fires in the woods, away from the prying eyes of adults. Whatever fledgling pyromanic tendencies he had were soon stopped when a fire set in an alley raged out of control; he wasn't caught and the buildings that it affected suffered only superficial damage, but the resulting fear of being caught and punished for his mistake caused firestarting to lose whatever quaint attraction it had previously had. In high school, Mose behaved himself: he was never one for sports, but he was quite the scholar and often did community service. He enjoyed a certain degree of popularity and was class treasurer. He was a model teenager, according to the people who were content to look at his surface and trust that whatever thoughts ran through his head were as pure and selfless as his actions.

Multiple colleges offered him hefty scholarships, and though he had little interest in the professional world he chose to study business. Again, where appearances were concerned, he was safe: he attended class religiously, was active on campus, visited his family every few weekends, and seemed bound for financial success. It wasn't until sophomore year when his world fell apart: a fellow student accused him of rape, and once one had been brave enough to come forward, previous victims seemed to come out of the woodwork: classmates, women he'd met through the internet, even a few of his past girlfriends from high school. It was a well-publicized case, and the fact that one of his victims was the heiress to some steel company didn't help matters any. His parents were horrified by the allegations and withdrew monetary support, thus ruining his plan to buy the best lawyer available. The deception that had carried him through most of his life faltered; a lying tongue does little to offset an unstable alibi and DNA evidence. His apparent lack of remorse horrified the jury. His trial occurred with astonishing speed and sentencing followed quickly. Mosley's status quickly dropped from 'golden boy' to filth that was better locked away.

He wasn't a physically imposing person, nor did he know how to defend himself; he seemed to think that the toxic mix of lies and flattery that he wielded with vicious accuracy would be his shield. It wasn’t. Three years into a twenty-year sentence, he acquired a shank and used it to murder a fellow inmate. This time he made no attempt to conceal his crimes, confessing easily, though he refused to answer questions regarding motive. This count of first-degree murder put him on death row, a twist that Mosley hadn’t foreseen. He tried to claim insanity and whatever else his mind could conceive in an attempt to save his own life, but he found himself languishing in wait of death all the same. When his execution date rolled around, he hadn’t made his peace with his impending death. The supposedly lethal injection was administered. Instead of fading into the abyss that he imagined the ‘afterlife’ to be, he opened his eyes on a ship on its way to an island not marked on any map. At first, Mosley was greatly amused by this second chance at life. After suffering a thousand indignities in torture disguised as medical experiments, he decided that it was a hell to escape at the soonest opportunity.

Additional Comments:

He is a vegetarian. He is also intensely claustrophobic.

[Emily]

ACCEPTED! Beautiful twist in the ending of his history and how he managed to come to the island! Very unique and just lovely!
His main ward, is WARD A.