Jesper B. Kutcher

-----Patient Admittance and Evaluations Form 1A-----

Name: Jesper Berkus Kutcher
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Hometown: Gothenburg, Sweden

'Tell me about yourself."
Psychopathic and Manipulative
Jesper has an extreme lack of empathy. His emotions run deep, and never truly show. The facial expressions that he presents are what you would call 'stolen' from others. He uses his lack of emotions to manipulate others to gain success in his motives. Jesper is a very persuasive talker, his voice monotone gives him a hypnotic advantage over others. To add to this, he is also telepathic.

Social and Competitive
Although most Psychopathic people are antisocial, Jesper tries desperately to hide the fact that he is in fact challenged mentally by the disorder. He is fully aware of his condition, but does not wish for others to see this in him. Although he can not fully explain why he does not wish others to find out about it, he leads his life socially. Jesper is prideful, and loves to win. He is very competitive and will cheat, steal, lie , befriend, or anything else he can to get his way.


"What are some of your strengths?"
Uncaring and Uninterested
A person of average mental status is burdened by empathy and regret. Some thing of this as a good thing, but Jesper begs to differ. To him, it is a benefit. If you cannot feel the burdens, then the lighter the weight is on your back. He believes that if there is nothing to care about, then no one has any leverage against him.

"Interesting... in light of that, can you share some of your weaknesses?"
Excluded and Disabled
Jesper realizes that having the mental disorder, Psychopathy, leaves him at a disadvantage when it comes to understanding others. A part of him wishes he could understand the emotions of other people, but his dominant half refuses to let him act on the thought. Jesper tends to get confused in conversations on temporal and sentimental things.

"Tell me something... if I gave you a mirror, what would you see?"

"Do you, or have you ever, been on an exercise regimen?"
Jesper is very quick on his feet. He has extremely good stamina and is a hard person to catch.

"I see... and how about your mental capabilities... what can you tell me about those?"
Telepathy

• Can read emotions - Although Jesper has a hard time feeling emotions, he has never had a hard time reading other's emotions. In fact, he is very good at detecting flickers of fear and can smell out a lie in most cases. He has spent some time in libraries researching on the muscles in the face associated with all sorts of emotions, along with common involuntary body movements assiciated with feelings. (i.e - crinkles form on the sides of the eyes with a real smile or laugh, it is close to impossible to fake a smile and form crinkles. The muscle movement is involuntary.)
  
• Persuasive - Jesper's voice is monotone and can sometimes be hypnotic. This gives him the upper hand in persuading other people. Although it does not work one hundred percent of the time, his ability to convince others is impressive.
  

"Is there anything personal to you that you hold on to and take care of?"
Jesper has nothing of sentimental or temporal matter. The only thing he will keep with him is the clothes on his back. Anything else he considers to be dead weight.

"How about people? Anyone important in your life?"
Only one person has every seemed to get to Jesper, his little sister Astrid. There was a strong bond between the two of them, and ever since she was murdered, Jesper is able to talk to her in his dreams. In complete denial of his sister's passing, Jesper pretends that the dream world is in fact reality and the world in front of him is but an illusion of Hell itself.

"What can you tell me about your past?"
Born Jesper Berkus Kutcher in a small hospital in Gothenburg, Sweden, he was a boy like any other. Like most in his region, Jesper has blonde hair and blue eyes just like his mother and father. Jesper's grew up as any normal child would. He learned to grip objects, walk, repeat words, then understand then. But something changed in Jesper when he turned five years old. He began to act differently. He would not longer smile, laugh, cry, or get angry. His parents were worried so they took him to see a doctor. Later, Jesper was diagnosed with the mental disorder of Psychopathy. He was unable to feel emotions, and though he understood them, he would no longer be the playful child he was when he was young.

Jesper's mother and father were disappointed. They decided to have another child. Jesper felt betrayed and abandoned, but when his sister Astrid Renee was born, he changed. Only when he was around Astrid would his emotions finally spark. The two of them bonded quickly, and Jesper loved her very much.

Only two years later, Jesper and Astrid were abducted by a family who were unable to have children. The man was a drunk, but the woman cared for Jesper and Astrid maternally. Astrid was too young to understand, and Jesper felt at home with the new people. He trusted them because he had lost his bond with his biological mother and father after Astrid was born.

One night, the man came home drunk and started to do inappropriate things to Astrid. Jesper tried hard to fight the man and keep him away, but was beaten by the man. It was then that Jesper learned of his psychic abilities. He could read minds. Not only could he read them, but he could unhinge them as well. Make them relive their worst memories. He used this power against the man, but he went berserk and started to choke Astrid. Jesper was helpless, he did not know what else to do.

Astrid died of suffocation. By that time the police were at the house, the woman had called them. The man was arrested, and Jesper was sent back home with his real parents, but he was never the same. He lost all of his emotions again, but interestingly, he could still see his sister in his dreams. Every night he saw her and talked to her. Every night was different. Jesper became confused with what was real and what was a dream. He completely denied the fact that his sister was murdered, and chose to live the life in his dreams. He was lost in himself.

When Jesper turned 18 he decided to go and search for the man who had killed his sister. He found out that he had recently gotten released from jail. He found the man, and killed him. Jesper was later arrested, and news got out about his psychic abilities. He was sent to the Belkane Institution for the Criminally Insane and still remains a patient there.

Notes
None.

-Karen N. Adler,
Ph.D Parapsychology, Belkane

Role Play Sample
We live our lives day by day, never knowing what lies ahead. We wish for education, prosperity, success, and a family. However, not everything lives up to our expectations, and, certainly, nothing is ever guaranteed. I for one, understand this concept. Everything you have can be taken from you at any moment. It could be stolen at the point of a gun, through a decision you or someone else makes, an accident; the list goes on and on. How did I lose everything? It was taken from me...

The sun warmed my back; the wind brushed against my cheeks as the swing caressed me. The pit of my stomach tickled as it lowered me, almost like I would soon land into a fluffy white cloud miles below me. I would then rise, and lower again. The repeated process took my breath away. I kept telling myself I would surely be able to fly one day if I kept practicing on the play ground. Now that I look back, it was a foolish dream; a child's dream. I was turning more and more into Icarus, soon to have my wings melted by the scorching sun. Of course, at the time I didn't know. All I thought about was the wind flowing with me as I soared through the clouds. I felt infallible. Nothing could ever touch me! I was a super hero, a powerful king ruling over his people. Or so I thought. Little did I know, that my dream of flying was being taken away from me inch by inch, second by second. I was sick. But there is always a time, when the truth can just knock you out cold before you even get a chance to take it in.

I was seven years old, still a child, but old enough to rebel against the hugs, hand holding, and kisses goodbye. Most kids of that age would be chewing their arms to get away. I didn't care though. I loved my mother. I loved her to death. She had always been there for me. I knew nothing about my father. In fact, as far as I knew, my father didn't even exist. She was all I had, yet I was still content.

It was a normal checkup at the doctor's office. A normal day, a normal checkup. I walked in, the smell of cleaning supplies filled my nostrils. Being shy, I stayed close to my mother. Her gentle hand holding on tightly to mine, my hand holding tightly onto hers. We walked to the from desk. I couldn't see over the counter, but if I could I would have seen her filling out the normal paper work she did every time we went somewhere. The lady behind the sliding glass door looked straight at me, her brown eyes and mouth both curving into a smile. She reached over and pooled a sucker out of a glass jar. "Here you go," she said handing me the candy. I smiled back at her, my two missing teeth glaring back at her goofily. I unwrapped the paper and stuck the sweet sucker into my mouth, moving it around in cirlces with my tongue. When my mom had finished the paperwork, we went to sit down in the waiting room. I plopped down right next to her and leaned my head onto her shoulder; her soft hand ruffled through my brown hair. I smiled. Content.

I was awoken by the calling of a familiar name. My name. "Jesper Kutcher," a young nurse called out. She was thin. Too thin. Her cheeks glew with blush and her eyes were a golden brown. I remember because I thought to myself: "Could she be an angel?" I got up from my seat, my mother not far behind me, and followed the nurse into a patient room. It was cold in the office. Chill bumps covered my skin. It made me think that I would be turning into Crab or Goyle from the magical books that I read back then. I would touch them in wonder, shivering under my own skin. "Is there anything special you want to tell Dr. Richard?" she asked, her voice soft and filled with concern. I shook my head. My mother wrapped her arms around me, and we waited for our family doctor to come in.

It seemed like forever until we heard a knock at the door. We both straightened ourselves as a tall, elderly man with a brown clipboard help up to his nose so he could read the small scribbles. He looked at us and grinned, closing to door behind him to give us some privacy. "Hello again Finn, and you as well Mrs. Kutcher!" he said, his eyes glistening, full of wisdom and experience. He pointed to the examination table, gesturing for me to climb aboard so he could start the checkup. I did just that, hanging my feet off of the edge.

Dr. Richard was a very nice man. He seemed to care for us a lot, and we considered him as part of the family. Being friends with my grandmother, we got to see him at dinner parties and the likes. He had a sense of humor, and his smile was warm and sincere. The man was always telling us jokes, and did his best to make me laugh when I came to his office sick. Yes. He was a good man. But something was different about him this time. He looked frail, very skinny and ill. On his head was a beanie hat, one of the ones I would have worn in the winter time to keep the top of my head warm and protect my ears from the cold breezes. I looked at him confused, a dumb-founded look sat blankly on my face. "Hey, Mr. Richard," I started, "Is your head cold or something? I mean...why are you wearing that cap?" The doctor's face looked shocked, but not at all mad. He sighed and turned his gaze toward my mother. I looked over to her also, almost expecting her to speak. She sighed, her face was sad for some reason, and I had no idea why. She got up from her seat and walked over to me, placing her hand on my shoulder.

Mr. Richard spoke before my mother could, "So! It's check-up time, am I correct?" he asked, completely ignoring my question. I felt it best to leave the matter behind me, and instead nodded to answer his question.My mother sat back down on the extra chair in the room. He looked at the clipboard once again before setting it down. He took out a device with a small tube like extension and stuck it in my ear, and then looked up my nose, and down my throat. It always ticked, and it felt awkward having someone look up your nose. I have always wanted to look up one myself, though, just out of curiosity. I giggled at the thought. He hung the device back on the wall and took out a pin-like object with a light, flashing it back and forth across my eyes. He then put the flashlight pin back on the wall.

He put latex gloves on and put both arms around my neck, feeling around them for who-knows-what. His hands stopped on my lower neck. I was looking around the room, nervously. His face looked concerned.


He turned to my mother, "Has Jesper had a sore throat or a cold recently?" he asked, still feeling around my neck, rubbing his fingers around in tiny cirlces. My mother shook her head, "Not that I know of; is there something wrong?" she asked. Mr. Richard stood back, taking his gloves off and going over to his clipboard, looking at it once more. "He has a swolen lymph node on the right side of his neck."

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An enjoyable read.
We look forward to the play.