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Name of Canon: Original
Canon/AU/Other Game CR: Original + Game CR; The MS Elegante
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Canon Point:
Setting:
Somewhere, in the deep regions of existence there is a cruise ship piloted by a mad man, Captain Redd. This great man has dedicated himself to ferrying refugees to the Golden Shore, the only safe hunk of reality left. See, there’s this thing. This thing called The End. It’s out there, right now, eating worlds, sending its agents to pollute planets with war and hatred and death before it devours it all. The passengers of the Elegante are the sole survivors of these horrific massacres and they are the Captain’s responsibility. They have free reign of the upper decks of the ship, they are punished if they hurt or kill other passengers, they are brought back on the event of their death.
Herz’s life before The Boat wasn’t all that important. In fact, to him, it seems more like a distant dream. After over a year on a pan-dimensional, terrifying, amazing cruise ship, it’s hard to even picturing going back to boring ol’ Kansas.
It boils down to this; back in this town called Haven, Herz grew up with his close-knit family. His father, an English teacher at a community college. His mother, a German-American deeply involved with the church. His brother, red blooded American serving his country in Iraq. These people were his life because Herz didn’t know how to connect with anyone else. His life was a sheltered one. He spent his time reading and writing and chillin with Jesus.
Then, one day, Herz was attacked. Some punks from his high school caught him on his way to school and painfully rocked his world. He was found by the police tied to a tree, half naked and sporting some serious facial damage. Four long gouges had been carefully cut across his right cheek, nose and mouth. The boys were convicted of their crime and Herz transferred schools. His scars had just finished healing when he woke up to his new home, the MS Elegante.
The rest of his life was just pretty much destined to be a mind fuck.
Herz was met with a considerably warm welcome on the Elegante, but only because he’d been there twice before. Well, not him, exactly. Just two people who were exactly like him in every way. Apparently every time a Herz Hessian went missing, it was just a month or two before a new one would take his place. Thus, Herz started out his trip with some free-be friends.
The previous Herz had taken up cooking in a restaurant called Sergei’s, so it was only natural that Herz would do the same. The atmosphere was extremely casual and working there was a quick way to get the Kansan out of his shell. Herz perhaps became a little too trusting, though. He wasn’t yet aware of all the horrors Elegante could offer, and when a con-man took a shining to his naiveté, he wasn’t prepared for the consequences.
Russ conned him straight into Camp Carnival, the bastard step child of Silent Hill and R.L. Stine’s HorrorLand, complete with rancid air, carnivorous bears and a carousel composed of horses on meat-hooks. The doors locked behind him; Herz’s only option was to go forward. Running blindly from the bears, Herz found himself in the forest beyond the carousel and eventually at the mouth of a dark cave. A woman with a torch greeted him and led him inside. When he asked who she was, she replied, “Your mother.” This confusing reunion was cut painfully short, however, when a huge fucking ball of killer spike legs fell from the ceiling and impaled Herz before tearing him to tiny shreds.
Herz awoke, naked, in his room, drenched in sweat. At first he thought it had all been a dream--he’d died for crap’s sake--but this was apparently par for the course on the good ol’ MS Failboat. Despite the horrific surroundings, despite the gruesome death, Herz needed to know what the woman had meant. He returned to Carnival, returned to her cave to find the woman in critical condition. A box, she said. In the temple. If he brought her this, she would be alright. Herz did as he was told, and while it meant quite literally swimming through shit for it, he retrieved a precious Red Box for her. It indeed healed her and together they once again walked through her cave. They talked, about who she was, about who Herz was to her. She told Herz he was made to have his scars and, well, that rightly hit a vein. Herz flipped his shit. Mom ran away. Herz walked through a creepy door and woke up in his bed, still covered in feces.
He’d die again in Carnival, but not before pissing off one of the boat’s resident psychopaths. Herz made the mistake of warning a friend off Erol and was taught a violent lesson in his kitchen never to speak about Erol on the comms again. He left the experience with a few more scars, a bit more trauma, and a serious phobia of knives. From here on in, the four long marks on his face would go from cheek to cheek.
Herz’s third death doubled as a sacrificial lamb. Captured and tortured, he--and many other passengers--served as an ingredient to some serious black magic that would eventually overtake the boat. That actually wasn’t what bothered Herz, though. Nope, it was the fact that this time, when he woke up, he had a set of pitch-black eyes. The eyes are a result of straining The System, what brings the passengers back after their frequent deaths. At this point, Herz was essentially a copy of a copy of a copy, and we all know what happens to information, you transfer it that many times.
But, y’know. Life goes on. Change is scary, but given enough time, that change becomes your normality. Same happened with Herz and his sexuality. You know, home grown Kansan boy, he’s totally been swallowing down his gayness for the last eighteen years of his life. Some time with the First Mate, Kage, worked him out of his shell, though. Their relationship was complicated and sexually charged. The military bred First Mate helped him sort out that pesky fear of knives by forcing him to carry one around with him for a couple of months. They ended up breaking off, though, when Herz found out Kage had fucked/was fucking the guy who screwed up his face back in paragraph nine.
Life kept rolling on. Herz made more friends, made more mistakes. His alcohol addiction was eventually replaced with a nicotine addiction. You’d be surprised what a good deterrent stabbing a friend in a drunken panic can be. Lucky for Herz, he’d just caught a ninja turtle on an off night, and while he couldn’t see how Leonardo could possibly forgive him for putting a knife through his shoulder, that’s exactly what Leo did. By this point, they were already good friends, but that night forged a much stronger bond between them. Herz helped put in and take out the stitches. Leo helped cut Herz’s hair, just in time for his one year boat anniversary.
Now, Herz doesn’t remember his life before the boat very clearly. It’s in part due to the fact his boat life has been unbelievably fantastical since the start, but also in part thanks to one of the boat’s events. While corruption leaked from the Spectacular Spectacular Theatre, the boat was temporarily changed. The books, all books suddenly came with a cost. Any information retained took the place of memories. Suddenly Herz, hiding from a big bad with his room absolute littered with the things, was reading away his childhood and early teen years before he could even realize it. What he looked like before Erol got to him. The natural color of his eyes. The first few months on the boat were gone, too. It’s kinda amazing the doof can still remember his freaking name.
But anyways, where is he currently? Well. He’s kinda sleeping around with this jerk named Tanvir. He’s somewhat parenting this little mute kid named Link. He’s still exercising every day, he’s still smoking more than he should. The other night was his best friend and brother figure’s Boat-versary. He’d just gotten done being turned back into a teenager and a girl and this guy named Zuko. Right now, life is actually a lot more awkward than he’d been used to, but he’s getting through it. Sometimes, though…Man, he just kinda wishes his problems would work themselves out. Maybe just go away entirely.
He has no idea, amirite?
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OC/AU Justification ;
If AU, How is Your Version Different From Canon, and How Will That Come Across?
If OC, Did You Run Your Character Through a Mary-Sue Litmus Test?
And What Did You Score?
Samples ;
Log Sample:
Network Sample:
[Herz is still in considerable shock when he opens the feed. His voice is usually shakey, sure, but this is bad, even for him.]
I…
I-I’m…
God, okay.
H-Hi. I’m--I-I’m--I’m nnn--
I’m n--
New. I’m n--new. I--I-I need. I c-could use some--some hh--
Help.
Please.
[He’s about to close the feed when he thinks better of it. Now his voice has a level of panic and hope.]
This--th-this is Herz. Please if--I-if---if anyone else from-f-f-from the boat can--c-can hear me, if--if you’re here…
I’m not. I-I-I’m not the--th-the only one, right?
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Character Information ;
Name:
Name of Canon: Original
Canon/AU/Other Game CR: Original + Game CR; The MS Elegante
Reference:
Canon Point:
Setting:
Somewhere, in the deep regions of existence there is a cruise ship piloted by a mad man, Captain Redd. This great man has dedicated himself to ferrying refugees to the Golden Shore, the only safe hunk of reality left. See, there’s this thing. This thing called The End. It’s out there, right now, eating worlds, sending its agents to pollute planets with war and hatred and death before it devours it all. The passengers of the Elegante are the sole survivors of these horrific massacres and they are the Captain’s responsibility. They have free reign of the upper decks of the ship, they are punished if they hurt or kill other passengers, they are brought back on the event of their death.
Herz’s life before The Boat wasn’t all that important. In fact, to him, it seems more like a distant dream. After over a year on a pan-dimensional, terrifying, amazing cruise ship, it’s hard to even picturing going back to boring ol’ Kansas.
It boils down to this; back in this town called Haven, Herz grew up with his close-knit family. His father, an English teacher at a community college. His mother, a German-American deeply involved with the church. His brother, red blooded American serving his country in Iraq. These people were his life because Herz didn’t know how to connect with anyone else. His life was a sheltered one. He spent his time reading and writing and chillin with Jesus.
Then, one day, Herz was attacked. Some punks from his high school caught him on his way to school and painfully rocked his world. He was found by the police tied to a tree, half naked and sporting some serious facial damage. Four long gouges had been carefully cut across his right cheek, nose and mouth. The boys were convicted of their crime and Herz transferred schools. His scars had just finished healing when he woke up to his new home, the MS Elegante.
The rest of his life was just pretty much destined to be a mind fuck.
Herz was met with a considerably warm welcome on the Elegante, but only because he’d been there twice before. Well, not him, exactly. Just two people who were exactly like him in every way. Apparently every time a Herz Hessian went missing, it was just a month or two before a new one would take his place. Thus, Herz started out his trip with some free-be friends.
The previous Herz had taken up cooking in a restaurant called Sergei’s, so it was only natural that Herz would do the same. The atmosphere was extremely casual and working there was a quick way to get the Kansan out of his shell. Herz perhaps became a little too trusting, though. He wasn’t yet aware of all the horrors Elegante could offer, and when a con-man took a shining to his naiveté, he wasn’t prepared for the consequences.
Russ conned him straight into Camp Carnival, the bastard step child of Silent Hill and R.L. Stine’s HorrorLand, complete with rancid air, carnivorous bears and a carousel composed of horses on meat-hooks. The doors locked behind him; Herz’s only option was to go forward. Running blindly from the bears, Herz found himself in the forest beyond the carousel and eventually at the mouth of a dark cave. A woman with a torch greeted him and led him inside. When he asked who she was, she replied, “Your mother.” This confusing reunion was cut painfully short, however, when a huge fucking ball of killer spike legs fell from the ceiling and impaled Herz before tearing him to tiny shreds.
Herz awoke, naked, in his room, drenched in sweat. At first he thought it had all been a dream--he’d died for crap’s sake--but this was apparently par for the course on the good ol’ MS Failboat. Despite the horrific surroundings, despite the gruesome death, Herz needed to know what the woman had meant. He returned to Carnival, returned to her cave to find the woman in critical condition. A box, she said. In the temple. If he brought her this, she would be alright. Herz did as he was told, and while it meant quite literally swimming through shit for it, he retrieved a precious Red Box for her. It indeed healed her and together they once again walked through her cave. They talked, about who she was, about who Herz was to her. She told Herz he was made to have his scars and, well, that rightly hit a vein. Herz flipped his shit. Mom ran away. Herz walked through a creepy door and woke up in his bed, still covered in feces.
He’d die again in Carnival, but not before pissing off one of the boat’s resident psychopaths. Herz made the mistake of warning a friend off Erol and was taught a violent lesson in his kitchen never to speak about Erol on the comms again. He left the experience with a few more scars, a bit more trauma, and a serious phobia of knives. From here on in, the four long marks on his face would go from cheek to cheek.
Herz’s third death doubled as a sacrificial lamb. Captured and tortured, he--and many other passengers--served as an ingredient to some serious black magic that would eventually overtake the boat. That actually wasn’t what bothered Herz, though. Nope, it was the fact that this time, when he woke up, he had a set of pitch-black eyes. The eyes are a result of straining The System, what brings the passengers back after their frequent deaths. At this point, Herz was essentially a copy of a copy of a copy, and we all know what happens to information, you transfer it that many times.
But, y’know. Life goes on. Change is scary, but given enough time, that change becomes your normality. Same happened with Herz and his sexuality. You know, home grown Kansan boy, he’s totally been swallowing down his gayness for the last eighteen years of his life. Some time with the First Mate, Kage, worked him out of his shell, though. Their relationship was complicated and sexually charged. The military bred First Mate helped him sort out that pesky fear of knives by forcing him to carry one around with him for a couple of months. They ended up breaking off, though, when Herz found out Kage had fucked/was fucking the guy who screwed up his face back in paragraph nine.
Life kept rolling on. Herz made more friends, made more mistakes. His alcohol addiction was eventually replaced with a nicotine addiction. You’d be surprised what a good deterrent stabbing a friend in a drunken panic can be. Lucky for Herz, he’d just caught a ninja turtle on an off night, and while he couldn’t see how Leonardo could possibly forgive him for putting a knife through his shoulder, that’s exactly what Leo did. By this point, they were already good friends, but that night forged a much stronger bond between them. Herz helped put in and take out the stitches. Leo helped cut Herz’s hair, just in time for his one year boat anniversary.
Now, Herz doesn’t remember his life before the boat very clearly. It’s in part due to the fact his boat life has been unbelievably fantastical since the start, but also in part thanks to one of the boat’s events. While corruption leaked from the Spectacular Spectacular Theatre, the boat was temporarily changed. The books, all books suddenly came with a cost. Any information retained took the place of memories. Suddenly Herz, hiding from a big bad with his room absolute littered with the things, was reading away his childhood and early teen years before he could even realize it. What he looked like before Erol got to him. The natural color of his eyes. The first few months on the boat were gone, too. It’s kinda amazing the doof can still remember his freaking name.
But anyways, where is he currently? Well. He’s kinda sleeping around with this jerk named Tanvir. He’s somewhat parenting this little mute kid named Link. He’s still exercising every day, he’s still smoking more than he should. The other night was his best friend and brother figure’s Boat-versary. He’d just gotten done being turned back into a teenager and a girl and this guy named Zuko. Right now, life is actually a lot more awkward than he’d been used to, but he’s getting through it. Sometimes, though…Man, he just kinda wishes his problems would work themselves out. Maybe just go away entirely.
He has no idea, amirite?
Personality:
Abilities, Weaknesses, and Power Limitation Suggestions:
Inventory:
Appearance:
Age:
OC/AU Justification ;
If AU, How is Your Version Different From Canon, and How Will That Come Across?
If OC, Did You Run Your Character Through a Mary-Sue Litmus Test?
And What Did You Score?
Samples ;
Log Sample:
Network Sample:
[Herz is still in considerable shock when he opens the feed. His voice is usually shakey, sure, but this is bad, even for him.]
I…
I-I’m…
God, okay.
H-Hi. I’m--I-I’m--I’m nnn--
I’m n--
New. I’m n--new. I--I-I need. I c-could use some--some hh--
Help.
Please.
[He’s about to close the feed when he thinks better of it. Now his voice has a level of panic and hope.]
This--th-this is Herz. Please if--I-if---if anyone else from-f-f-from the boat can--c-can hear me, if--if you’re here…
I’m not. I-I-I’m not the--th-the only one, right?