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Player Information
Name: Danie
Personal LJ: moonchild10
E-mail: pyramidhead@ymail.com
AIM/Plurk/etc.: AIM: xMoochild10x | plurk: pinkmeringue
Time zone: Mountain time
Other Characters: Eileen Galvin (mother_reborn), Arlen Lowell (arlen_lowell)
Character Information
Name: Harry Mason
Fandom: Silent Hill
Timeline Summary: when he's at age 49, sometime after Silent Hill 3, meaning that Harry is currently dead in his own world ;-; so, after he's been killed by the Missionary and his daughter Heather has gone to Silent Hill to avenge his death and has killed God is where I'm taking him from.
Are you importing your character from another game? No
Background: his wiki page here york peppermint pattie
Personality: Harry is a very no-nonsense sort of a man. He is very serious usually and he does not like to be pushed around. As a single father and a novelist (which does not require him to leave his house very often) he is a bit of a loner and a hermit. However, this does not mean that he lacks social skills. Harry is actually much more socially adept than many of the other characters in the Silent Hill series, showing himself repeatedly to be very polite, even when the situation doesn't necessarily call for it.
Despite how serious he can be at times, Harry is actually a very kind person. He goes out of his way to be considerate even when there are much more important matters at hand. For example, he meets a nurse named Lisa Garland in the hospital in Silent Hill, and when he runs into her again, he makes sure to tell her that he is happy to see her and he's glad she's alright before he says anything else, even though he came to the hospital to ask her a vital question about his daughter's whereabouts. He also decides to help Dahlia and, later, Alessa though he is not entirely sure who or what she is. Then, even after everything he has gone through, he still adopts Heather although he knows that she will someday grow up to birth the god of the cult he has been entangled with for the course of the game and that his life will be difficult with her around. He eventually even kills someone to protect her when she is five, and loves her like she was his own biological child despite what he knows she is.
Harry is also a remarkably driven person. When his daughter, Cheryl, goes missing in the town of Silent Hill, he won't let anything -- not even monsters, cults, or teenage girls with crazy psychic powers-- stop him. He risks life and limb trying to find Cheryl, refusing to stop even when he must make impossible decisions or fight of creatures that would be able to kill a man twice his size. His determination keeps him alive through the worst of times. He is also very resourceful and uses his logic to help him solve many of the bizarre puzzles he finds himself faced with in Silent Hill. He does things like use items he finds to open blocked doors and learn the patterns of puzzles that he uses to obtain items that help with later down the road. He comes up with solutions to problems that most people would not.
Harry is also very good at reading people, and he can gauge someone's feelings and reactions to things without them actually saying anything about it out loud. He has an uncanny ability to tell when someone is upset, probably stemming from the fact that he is a father.
Powers, Skills, and Abilities: Harry does not have any special powers or skills or even abilities. He's actually really clumsy and a lousy shot with a gun /: he can write, though.
Samples
First Person:
[video]
[the feed shows Harry's face for just a moment and then he fumbles and drops it, and it falls to the floor with a clatter. For a moment all that can be seen is the floor, and Harry's sigh is audible in the background]
Oh. I'm sorry about that. I didn't mean to...
[and then he picks the device up and turns it to face him once more]
I was just wondering if anyone had seen a set of notes lying around. They're on looseleaf paper, just some plot points for something I'm working on. If anyone could return them to me, I would appreciate it.
[and then the feed cuts]
Third Person:
The bright lights of the store were giving Harry Mason a headache.
Surrounded by the bright colors of the various merchandise the chain store offered, the novelist pushed his half-full cart with a slow deliberation, now and then pausing to glance down at the list in his hand as he moved along the shelves. At least the store wasn't crowded. It was blessing in disguise that he had gotten so consumed in writing he had forgotten to go to the store in the afternoon. Now that it was getting closer to closing time, there was really no one else in the narrow aisles, flitting among the rainbow colors of the American shopping experience. The store was more or less deserted, and it was a relief, given the growing throb between his temples and the tiredness of his eyes from the repeated all-nighters he had been pulling this week. He was certainly not in any condition to handle the normal bustle of the supermarket.
As Harry reached for a box of cereal, a motion to his left caught his eye. Slowly turning his head to face the source of the movement, the box promptly fell from his hand at the sight that met his eyes. A woman in a nurse outfit stood before him, blood dripping down her front from the top of her head, her red sweater askew and her pose lopsided, as though she was on the verge of collapse.
“What in the... Lisa?” he asked, his voice trembling, his eyes widening slightly. Instinctively he took a step back as she reached a hand out to him, her body trembling and her eyes wide and terrified.
“Harry... I'm so cold...” she whispered, and Harry pressed his back against the colorful shelf filled with cereal, trying to avoid the bloody, pale hand that was reaching in his direction, coming closer and closer. Those fingertips just barely brushed against his chest, so cold that a shiver went though him, when he jerked and opened his eyes. He was still leaning against the shelf of cereal, but Lisa was nowhere to be seen. It must have been a dream, he reasoned, the consequence of the small amount of sleep he had been getting lately. Mentally scolding himself for his foolishness he grabbed the box of cereal from the floor and went to check out, never mind the rest of the items still unfound that sat on his list as though they were mocking him. He needed sleep. What had just happened was proof of that.
He was nearly to the registers when he happened to glance at his reflection in the window and noticed a very distinct red spot on his shirt, standing out on the gray material. One that looked unmistakably like a fingerprint...
Name: Danie
Personal LJ: moonchild10
E-mail: pyramidhead@ymail.com
AIM/Plurk/etc.: AIM: xMoochild10x | plurk: pinkmeringue
Time zone: Mountain time
Other Characters: Eileen Galvin (mother_reborn), Arlen Lowell (arlen_lowell)
Character Information
Name: Harry Mason
Fandom: Silent Hill
Timeline Summary: when he's at age 49, sometime after Silent Hill 3, meaning that Harry is currently dead in his own world ;-; so, after he's been killed by the Missionary and his daughter Heather has gone to Silent Hill to avenge his death and has killed God is where I'm taking him from.
Are you importing your character from another game? No
Background: his wiki page here york peppermint pattie
Personality: Harry is a very no-nonsense sort of a man. He is very serious usually and he does not like to be pushed around. As a single father and a novelist (which does not require him to leave his house very often) he is a bit of a loner and a hermit. However, this does not mean that he lacks social skills. Harry is actually much more socially adept than many of the other characters in the Silent Hill series, showing himself repeatedly to be very polite, even when the situation doesn't necessarily call for it.
Despite how serious he can be at times, Harry is actually a very kind person. He goes out of his way to be considerate even when there are much more important matters at hand. For example, he meets a nurse named Lisa Garland in the hospital in Silent Hill, and when he runs into her again, he makes sure to tell her that he is happy to see her and he's glad she's alright before he says anything else, even though he came to the hospital to ask her a vital question about his daughter's whereabouts. He also decides to help Dahlia and, later, Alessa though he is not entirely sure who or what she is. Then, even after everything he has gone through, he still adopts Heather although he knows that she will someday grow up to birth the god of the cult he has been entangled with for the course of the game and that his life will be difficult with her around. He eventually even kills someone to protect her when she is five, and loves her like she was his own biological child despite what he knows she is.
Harry is also a remarkably driven person. When his daughter, Cheryl, goes missing in the town of Silent Hill, he won't let anything -- not even monsters, cults, or teenage girls with crazy psychic powers-- stop him. He risks life and limb trying to find Cheryl, refusing to stop even when he must make impossible decisions or fight of creatures that would be able to kill a man twice his size. His determination keeps him alive through the worst of times. He is also very resourceful and uses his logic to help him solve many of the bizarre puzzles he finds himself faced with in Silent Hill. He does things like use items he finds to open blocked doors and learn the patterns of puzzles that he uses to obtain items that help with later down the road. He comes up with solutions to problems that most people would not.
Harry is also very good at reading people, and he can gauge someone's feelings and reactions to things without them actually saying anything about it out loud. He has an uncanny ability to tell when someone is upset, probably stemming from the fact that he is a father.
Powers, Skills, and Abilities: Harry does not have any special powers or skills or even abilities. He's actually really clumsy and a lousy shot with a gun /: he can write, though.
Samples
First Person:
[video]
[the feed shows Harry's face for just a moment and then he fumbles and drops it, and it falls to the floor with a clatter. For a moment all that can be seen is the floor, and Harry's sigh is audible in the background]
Oh. I'm sorry about that. I didn't mean to...
[and then he picks the device up and turns it to face him once more]
I was just wondering if anyone had seen a set of notes lying around. They're on looseleaf paper, just some plot points for something I'm working on. If anyone could return them to me, I would appreciate it.
[and then the feed cuts]
Third Person:
The bright lights of the store were giving Harry Mason a headache.
Surrounded by the bright colors of the various merchandise the chain store offered, the novelist pushed his half-full cart with a slow deliberation, now and then pausing to glance down at the list in his hand as he moved along the shelves. At least the store wasn't crowded. It was blessing in disguise that he had gotten so consumed in writing he had forgotten to go to the store in the afternoon. Now that it was getting closer to closing time, there was really no one else in the narrow aisles, flitting among the rainbow colors of the American shopping experience. The store was more or less deserted, and it was a relief, given the growing throb between his temples and the tiredness of his eyes from the repeated all-nighters he had been pulling this week. He was certainly not in any condition to handle the normal bustle of the supermarket.
As Harry reached for a box of cereal, a motion to his left caught his eye. Slowly turning his head to face the source of the movement, the box promptly fell from his hand at the sight that met his eyes. A woman in a nurse outfit stood before him, blood dripping down her front from the top of her head, her red sweater askew and her pose lopsided, as though she was on the verge of collapse.
“What in the... Lisa?” he asked, his voice trembling, his eyes widening slightly. Instinctively he took a step back as she reached a hand out to him, her body trembling and her eyes wide and terrified.
“Harry... I'm so cold...” she whispered, and Harry pressed his back against the colorful shelf filled with cereal, trying to avoid the bloody, pale hand that was reaching in his direction, coming closer and closer. Those fingertips just barely brushed against his chest, so cold that a shiver went though him, when he jerked and opened his eyes. He was still leaning against the shelf of cereal, but Lisa was nowhere to be seen. It must have been a dream, he reasoned, the consequence of the small amount of sleep he had been getting lately. Mentally scolding himself for his foolishness he grabbed the box of cereal from the floor and went to check out, never mind the rest of the items still unfound that sat on his list as though they were mocking him. He needed sleep. What had just happened was proof of that.
He was nearly to the registers when he happened to glance at his reflection in the window and noticed a very distinct red spot on his shirt, standing out on the gray material. One that looked unmistakably like a fingerprint...