Thoreau was born into a loving, wealthy household. His father was the younger son of a very rich family, and while that meant they didn't have the money Thoreau's uncle had inherited, Rodolphus Lestrange was fond of his younger brother and they had nearly unlimited access to the family money if they wanted it. Thoreau's parents were happy in their marriage, and Thoreau was popular with his friends. He did well in school and had an active, busy social life.

He didn't start feeling pressured by any of it until he got older. Then, it all started to feel like work. He had to be nice and smile a lot. He had to get good grades and make his parents proud. Thoreau started taking pills to keep up with his school work when he was fourteen, and then at fifteen decided he'd rather take pills for fun than for his parent's benefit. Thoreau was rich and good looking and popular and bored.

The rich part made it easy to get his hands on drugs, which made him popular with a whole new crowd of people. Thoreau stayed out late partying. He lost interest in school completely and started flunking his classes. His parents sat down and talked to him and eventually put him in a fancy private school that was supposed to straighten him out, but actually just made him worse. He drank a lot, did drugs a lot worse than the pills he'd been taking, and fell in love with a girl who was in love with his money and the things it could buy her. When she left him after four months, Thoreau started to spiral even further out of control. He had no idea who he was or what he was doing anymore.

Thoreau started to hurt himself when he felt bad. He'd take whatever he could get his hands on -- smoke it or snort it or inject it or swallow it -- and then cut if he had something sharp, or bang his wrists if he didn't, maybe get someone else to hurt him, either through sex or by antagonising someone into beating him. Feeling good didn't really feel good anymore either. When he was up, he was manic -- he went on shopping sprees and laughed and made friends and flirted in bars and his head would spin so fast he felt like being sick the whole time. He'd try taking downers, but they didn't help balance him out; they just made the feelings worse.

Thoreau went back and forth for a while. His parents tried to get him to see someone, but he was seventeen by that point and too old for them to force him to a doctor. It was a faild suicide attempt that finally got him to admit to anyone that he needed help. He was cutting one night and going a little bit deeper was so easy and it felt so right at the time. It made him giddy watching himself bleed, and he'd reached for the bottle of mystery pills on his bedside table and hadn't been able to get the bottle open. His father had found him in bed, sheets red, with the pill bottle in his hand, and after a short recovery period in the hospital, Thoreau was sent to Sacred Springs Mental Facility.

• Friendly
• Open
• Promiscuous
• Loving
• Dependent
• Loyal
• Hopeless Romantic
• Insecure
• Intelligent
• Trusting