000 - TLV APPLICATION (redux)
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jessihoney
AIM/IM: jessihoney18
E-mail: jess.piggin@gmail.com
Other Characters:Jack/Tyler, Prentiss and Giles Perry, Thom and Peace
Character Name: Alex DeLarge
Series: A Clockwork Orange
Age: 17
From When?: Well, as he didn't die in canon, I'm tweaking and saying after he jumped out of the window, the doctors poked around in his brain (reversing his conditioning and fixing him up) but that he died briefly on the operating tablewhich seems to be theme in my apps lol
Inmate/Warden: Inmate - despite his few redeeming qualities, he's very violent and sadistic. He lashes out for fun and profit, and doesn't care one bit for other people. His attitude and his nihilism seriously needs to be addressed.
Abilities/Powers: Normal human teenager. He's quick in a fight and good with his blade, but he's really nothing special.
Personality: Alex is basically a sadist who lives for mayhem. He can, however, act obsequious and be a right little ass-kisser; he manages to fool a number of adults throughout the story (including his parents and the prison priest) into thinking he’s just been led a little astray, that it’s all someone else’s fault and that he is really quite an innocent God-fearing boy. He is, of course, far from innocent. Alex believes himself to be above the law, above God, above everything, and he glories in nihilism. He's a near sociopath and he leads his band of fellow near sociopaths on merry adventures of a particularly unpleasant sort.
He takes drugs, drinks and is basically just the worst kind of teenager you could imagine. For seemingly no reason other than to ward off boredom and for his own entertainment, Alex loves to torture, rape, steal and destroy things randomly, just because he can. He is rational enough to know and recognise that the world would cease to function if everyone acted as he and his friends did, but because they don’t? He could care less. He’s the leader of his gang and he decides what they do (until they turn on him and get him sent straight to the state jail). When he gets challenged for his leadership, Alex fights back hard and without hesitation. He’s ruthless and vicious and entirely out for himself. He’s the king of his violent little world.
Although he’s a terrible person, he’s not just a dumb thug. Once or twice in the early parts of the book, he expresses his interest in what older members of the community have to say and as already stated, he rationally knows his way of life cannot work if everyone indulges in it. He adores classical music; he even hits a member of his gang when he disrespects a woman singing a classical song. Admittedly, the music simply riles him up for more extreme violence. This seems to be a learned association for him, the music a shorthand for the pleasure and thrills he gets from his ultraviolence. During the administering of the Ludovico technique, the moment he reacts most strongly to is when he realises that the technique will force him to endure the same involuntary sickness when he hears classical music as when he thinks of violence and rape -- at that point, he cries out "It’s a sin!" and begs them to stop the procedure.
After being subjected to the Ludovico technique, he becomes forcibly submissive. Even just thoughts of violence or misconduct make his body react with sickness and he has suicidal thoughts. Violent thoughts having been all he's lived for, this obviously causes him some trouble. When he realises what's going on, Alex -- looking out for himself again -- realises that to reduce his own suffering, he needs to act in opposing fashion to his first violent instincts. This is entirely an act of self-preservation. The technique hobbled his capacity for violence but didn't change his feelings about the pleasure and validity of it. His mind still jumps to violence and sex, but he suppresses that so as to save himself pain. This is yet another example of his self-serving attitude.
While he sees himself as hampered and crippled by the technique, he still gains some true insight into the effects of his previous unlawful behaviour. In encounters with his treacherous former-friends and men he attacked before going to jail, he gets beaten and feels the effects of being victimised himself. There is some capacity for empathy in him, though coaxing it out will be hard. The seeds of his redemption are contained within these experiences.
He has been on Barge before but as he was only here for somewhere around a month and absolutely no progress was made, he's not going to remember that. His reaction to the place will likely be to think of it as an extension of the staja. Initially, his instinct on the Barge, as he will believe that the Ludovico conditioning is still in place, will be to suck up to his warden and reject his violent thoughts outright. Once he realises that the conditioning is gone? It'll probably be free for all chaos for a while. He'll likely try to murder (or at least attack) his warden. He may try to gather a set of droogs to rampage, though how successful this will be is up for debate. He'll also be annoyed that no one speaks his language, lol.
Path to Redemption: Alex's rehabilitation will really be a matter of changing his values. The pleasure he gets from tearing the world apart needs to be addressed, as clearly that's an attitude that has to be changed before he'll be fit to graduate. He'll benefit from a warden who will stick to their guns but won't try to beat the lesson into him, as the difference between changing (i.e., not being violent and crazy) for the right reasons and just pretending to change as a self-preservation method, to save himself from pain, is a pretty important one.
The victimisation he experienced after the Ludovico technique was administered to him will most likely be the point that really hammers it home, as through that, the seeds of learning that violence and abuse are wrong (because hey, people other than Alex have feelings, too!) can be planted. His lack of empathy needs to be worked on, and he needs to learn that other people have value and their opinions and feelings are valid.
A warden could probably use reward systems as a fairly effective technique of keeping him in check, as Alex lives for himself and he'll want to make his stay on Barge comfortable. It'll be a bandaid solution, but can be a first step. Then, they'll really just need to counsel him. And they'll need to be prepared to be attacked, because he will do that.
History: I am laaaaazy and I direct you here.
Sample Journal Entry:
[The camera flicks on and you're treated to a close up shot of a teenager wearing white clothes and a bowler hat. He taps a finger to his lips and begins slowly, haltingly:] The last true veshch your humble narrator can remember, I was intending to snuff it. Those grahzny bratchnies, that sodding writer veck and his foul malenky droogs, they like played that music to make me do it. [He starts to hum something as an illustration of what he means, but blanches and stops abruptly after two notes. He shakes his head and continues:] I jumped from that okno on my oddy knocky with the shoom of the stracky orchestra in my ears and the feeling of wanting to be sick all through my brooko...
[The story picks up here, getting more lively. His hand gestures at his face as he speaks of the women in masks; unconscious theatrical movements, and he speaks faster than before.] But after that, bratties, I think I dreamed. These doctor vecks standing over my gulliver and all around my plott stood these devotchkas with these like masks covering their rots and their zoobies. And I could slooshy like chumbled golosses that made no sense, and there was this like von of vinegar and soap. Then I was feeling very fagged and fashed by that time and there were these like pains in my gulliver and my keeshka and my rot tasted of the red. After that it got very dark as if it were the nochy, O my little brothers and then I dreamed no more.
[There's a long pause here, half-suspenseful, half-thoughtful. He continues more slowly, a slightly sly, suspicious tone in his voice.] If I had expected to wake at all, I would have thought I’d wake to a vredded plott and a bolshy great headache, in the old hospital, but I'm feeling right as right, my brothers. And all my lovely old things are here. Perhaps I did snuff it after all... [He taps a finger to his lips and glances down, narrowing his eyes.] But where then are Bog and all his holy angels and saints? He’d want to viddy my descent to Hell with his own two glazzballs, of that I am sure.
Sample RP: Alex was examining his room with some curiosity. It certainly looked like his bedroom, oh yes indeed it did. It was the same bed, the same dirty murals on the walls, why, the very same stereo and speaker system. "Welly welly well," he muttered to himself as he looked around. His mum and dad had said this stuff was gone. Clearly, the old mater and pater had not been entirely honest with poor little Alex.
He set about checking more thoroughly and through this, he discovered that his money and his other ill-gotten gains, the reward of many a night's beautiful ultraviolence (a thought which made him cringe in instinctive pain almost before he had thought it), were gone. All his pretty clothes were in his cupboards, but his britva and his other weapons were missing. Something was very rotten about this whole situation.
It was starting to gnaw at him now, the question he had been trying his very hardest not to think about. It had brushed his thoughts while he had been searching and it came back now like an overly insistent dog, slavering and howling and humping his leg. How had he gotten here? He remembered jumping out of the window in the writer’s house, trying to kill himself while the music played. It hadn't been a dream and he was never one for hallucination. But he didn’t hurt. He didn’t feel any different than he had before his stay in the staja, and he couldn’t hear any movement outside.
Briskly, he pulled on his boots, straightened his clothes and tapped his hat straighter on his head. His pocket felt empty without the razor but there was nothing he could do about that at this moment. It was probably for the best that he didn't have it, indeed, for if he had, he surely would have considered a bit of the old ultraviolence. He felt ready to lash out at the world and that would simply not do for poor little Alex's head. He put the thought of his britva aside and opened the door, stepping lightly forth into... a hallway?
"What is this we have here, then?"
Special Notes: Edited/tweaked this verrrry old app quite quickly (and badly), and there may still be things that need to be expanded or whatever, so feel free to ask. Life has been kicking my butt and I wanted to get it in, so I barely touched the personality. Lol so I'm going to work on that regardless of if you other mods ask me for it or not. :V
ALSO, as I did before, I'm bringing him in with his conditioning removed, but he'll be unaware of that. He'll think it's still in place for a while.
User LJ:
jessihoneyAIM/IM: jessihoney18
E-mail: jess.piggin@gmail.com
Other Characters:
Character Name: Alex DeLarge
Series: A Clockwork Orange
Age: 17
From When?: Well, as he didn't die in canon, I'm tweaking and saying after he jumped out of the window, the doctors poked around in his brain (reversing his conditioning and fixing him up) but that he died briefly on the operating table
Inmate/Warden: Inmate - despite his few redeeming qualities, he's very violent and sadistic. He lashes out for fun and profit, and doesn't care one bit for other people. His attitude and his nihilism seriously needs to be addressed.
Abilities/Powers: Normal human teenager. He's quick in a fight and good with his blade, but he's really nothing special.
Personality: Alex is basically a sadist who lives for mayhem. He can, however, act obsequious and be a right little ass-kisser; he manages to fool a number of adults throughout the story (including his parents and the prison priest) into thinking he’s just been led a little astray, that it’s all someone else’s fault and that he is really quite an innocent God-fearing boy. He is, of course, far from innocent. Alex believes himself to be above the law, above God, above everything, and he glories in nihilism. He's a near sociopath and he leads his band of fellow near sociopaths on merry adventures of a particularly unpleasant sort.
He takes drugs, drinks and is basically just the worst kind of teenager you could imagine. For seemingly no reason other than to ward off boredom and for his own entertainment, Alex loves to torture, rape, steal and destroy things randomly, just because he can. He is rational enough to know and recognise that the world would cease to function if everyone acted as he and his friends did, but because they don’t? He could care less. He’s the leader of his gang and he decides what they do (until they turn on him and get him sent straight to the state jail). When he gets challenged for his leadership, Alex fights back hard and without hesitation. He’s ruthless and vicious and entirely out for himself. He’s the king of his violent little world.
Although he’s a terrible person, he’s not just a dumb thug. Once or twice in the early parts of the book, he expresses his interest in what older members of the community have to say and as already stated, he rationally knows his way of life cannot work if everyone indulges in it. He adores classical music; he even hits a member of his gang when he disrespects a woman singing a classical song. Admittedly, the music simply riles him up for more extreme violence. This seems to be a learned association for him, the music a shorthand for the pleasure and thrills he gets from his ultraviolence. During the administering of the Ludovico technique, the moment he reacts most strongly to is when he realises that the technique will force him to endure the same involuntary sickness when he hears classical music as when he thinks of violence and rape -- at that point, he cries out "It’s a sin!" and begs them to stop the procedure.
After being subjected to the Ludovico technique, he becomes forcibly submissive. Even just thoughts of violence or misconduct make his body react with sickness and he has suicidal thoughts. Violent thoughts having been all he's lived for, this obviously causes him some trouble. When he realises what's going on, Alex -- looking out for himself again -- realises that to reduce his own suffering, he needs to act in opposing fashion to his first violent instincts. This is entirely an act of self-preservation. The technique hobbled his capacity for violence but didn't change his feelings about the pleasure and validity of it. His mind still jumps to violence and sex, but he suppresses that so as to save himself pain. This is yet another example of his self-serving attitude.
While he sees himself as hampered and crippled by the technique, he still gains some true insight into the effects of his previous unlawful behaviour. In encounters with his treacherous former-friends and men he attacked before going to jail, he gets beaten and feels the effects of being victimised himself. There is some capacity for empathy in him, though coaxing it out will be hard. The seeds of his redemption are contained within these experiences.
He has been on Barge before but as he was only here for somewhere around a month and absolutely no progress was made, he's not going to remember that. His reaction to the place will likely be to think of it as an extension of the staja. Initially, his instinct on the Barge, as he will believe that the Ludovico conditioning is still in place, will be to suck up to his warden and reject his violent thoughts outright. Once he realises that the conditioning is gone? It'll probably be free for all chaos for a while. He'll likely try to murder (or at least attack) his warden. He may try to gather a set of droogs to rampage, though how successful this will be is up for debate. He'll also be annoyed that no one speaks his language, lol.
Path to Redemption: Alex's rehabilitation will really be a matter of changing his values. The pleasure he gets from tearing the world apart needs to be addressed, as clearly that's an attitude that has to be changed before he'll be fit to graduate. He'll benefit from a warden who will stick to their guns but won't try to beat the lesson into him, as the difference between changing (i.e., not being violent and crazy) for the right reasons and just pretending to change as a self-preservation method, to save himself from pain, is a pretty important one.
The victimisation he experienced after the Ludovico technique was administered to him will most likely be the point that really hammers it home, as through that, the seeds of learning that violence and abuse are wrong (because hey, people other than Alex have feelings, too!) can be planted. His lack of empathy needs to be worked on, and he needs to learn that other people have value and their opinions and feelings are valid.
A warden could probably use reward systems as a fairly effective technique of keeping him in check, as Alex lives for himself and he'll want to make his stay on Barge comfortable. It'll be a bandaid solution, but can be a first step. Then, they'll really just need to counsel him. And they'll need to be prepared to be attacked, because he will do that.
History: I am laaaaazy and I direct you here.
Sample Journal Entry:
[The camera flicks on and you're treated to a close up shot of a teenager wearing white clothes and a bowler hat. He taps a finger to his lips and begins slowly, haltingly:] The last true veshch your humble narrator can remember, I was intending to snuff it. Those grahzny bratchnies, that sodding writer veck and his foul malenky droogs, they like played that music to make me do it. [He starts to hum something as an illustration of what he means, but blanches and stops abruptly after two notes. He shakes his head and continues:] I jumped from that okno on my oddy knocky with the shoom of the stracky orchestra in my ears and the feeling of wanting to be sick all through my brooko...
[The story picks up here, getting more lively. His hand gestures at his face as he speaks of the women in masks; unconscious theatrical movements, and he speaks faster than before.] But after that, bratties, I think I dreamed. These doctor vecks standing over my gulliver and all around my plott stood these devotchkas with these like masks covering their rots and their zoobies. And I could slooshy like chumbled golosses that made no sense, and there was this like von of vinegar and soap. Then I was feeling very fagged and fashed by that time and there were these like pains in my gulliver and my keeshka and my rot tasted of the red. After that it got very dark as if it were the nochy, O my little brothers and then I dreamed no more.
[There's a long pause here, half-suspenseful, half-thoughtful. He continues more slowly, a slightly sly, suspicious tone in his voice.] If I had expected to wake at all, I would have thought I’d wake to a vredded plott and a bolshy great headache, in the old hospital, but I'm feeling right as right, my brothers. And all my lovely old things are here. Perhaps I did snuff it after all... [He taps a finger to his lips and glances down, narrowing his eyes.] But where then are Bog and all his holy angels and saints? He’d want to viddy my descent to Hell with his own two glazzballs, of that I am sure.
Sample RP: Alex was examining his room with some curiosity. It certainly looked like his bedroom, oh yes indeed it did. It was the same bed, the same dirty murals on the walls, why, the very same stereo and speaker system. "Welly welly well," he muttered to himself as he looked around. His mum and dad had said this stuff was gone. Clearly, the old mater and pater had not been entirely honest with poor little Alex.
He set about checking more thoroughly and through this, he discovered that his money and his other ill-gotten gains, the reward of many a night's beautiful ultraviolence (a thought which made him cringe in instinctive pain almost before he had thought it), were gone. All his pretty clothes were in his cupboards, but his britva and his other weapons were missing. Something was very rotten about this whole situation.
It was starting to gnaw at him now, the question he had been trying his very hardest not to think about. It had brushed his thoughts while he had been searching and it came back now like an overly insistent dog, slavering and howling and humping his leg. How had he gotten here? He remembered jumping out of the window in the writer’s house, trying to kill himself while the music played. It hadn't been a dream and he was never one for hallucination. But he didn’t hurt. He didn’t feel any different than he had before his stay in the staja, and he couldn’t hear any movement outside.
Briskly, he pulled on his boots, straightened his clothes and tapped his hat straighter on his head. His pocket felt empty without the razor but there was nothing he could do about that at this moment. It was probably for the best that he didn't have it, indeed, for if he had, he surely would have considered a bit of the old ultraviolence. He felt ready to lash out at the world and that would simply not do for poor little Alex's head. He put the thought of his britva aside and opened the door, stepping lightly forth into... a hallway?
"What is this we have here, then?"
Special Notes: Edited/tweaked this verrrry old app quite quickly (and badly), and there may still be things that need to be expanded or whatever, so feel free to ask. Life has been kicking my butt and I wanted to get it in, so I barely touched the personality. Lol so I'm going to work on that regardless of if you other mods ask me for it or not. :V
ALSO, as I did before, I'm bringing him in with his conditioning removed, but he'll be unaware of that. He'll think it's still in place for a while.
