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always_his_daughter) wrote2013-08-04 08:59 am
always_his_daughter) wrote2013-08-04 08:59 am
Entry tags:
App: Holly Heights
OOC INFORMATION
Player: Foggy
Age: 27
Personal Journal:foggy_goggles
Contact Info: myfoggygoggles@gmail.com
IC INFORMATION
Characters Name: Heather (Cheryl) Mason
Age: 17
Canon: Silent Hill 3
Canon Point: After the Amusement Park
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
History: Heather Mason
Appearance: Just a Normal Teenage Girl
Personality: Even before being consumed with a bitterness born of being used and chased by Claudia and the Order, Heather was not the sort of girl to take shit from anyone. Those experiences have since molded her sarcastic turn of phrase into sharp and blunt retorts, even when someone might have her best interests in mind. Though faced with the horrors of the Otherworld, Heather has retained her moody teenage outlook, which can make her caustic in situations that strain or upset her, whether or not there is peril involved. She is more likely to face threats with anger rather than feelings of self-pity or helplessness. Her reckless confidence might be useful in the Otherworld but also can create danger for herself and others.
In addition to how her interactions with the Order have increased and warped her anger and hatred, they have also left Heather with a dull numbness towards horrific situations and surroundings. The brutal murder of her father at the hands of one of the Order's creatures has been just one of many events that has desensitized her to terror and fear. Blood and gore, violence and torture, viewing these things no longer brings about a sense of disgust or even unease - nor does she question the need for such actions to defend herself. Even after finding out the 'monsters' of the Otherworld could be human beings that she perceives as horrifying creatures, she continues her butchery of them should they approach her.
Heather's discomfort for mirrors is a sign of her fear for the unknown memories that sleep within her. The slumbering personality, Alessa, is one that knows the Otherworld all too intimately, as well as the woman Claudia who continually harasses Heather. The darkened soul within Heather is only half of a single entity, the part that sought revenge and violence for the wrongs that were committed against her by the members of the Order. Cheryl, using the fake name Heather, is the light-hearted half known by her adoptive father Harry Mason, and was the stronger of the two personalities until Claudia showed up and began to trigger memories regarding her past. Now, Heather finds herself questioning her own reflection more and more often, shying away from a face that doesn't seem quite right.
Despite all that she's been through, Heather's constant source of strength is Harry Mason, the man who raised her. Beginning as a guardian and caregiver, he taught her ideas of right and wrong, as well as simply and truly loving her despite the hardships he had to endure to raise her. Extremely defensive regarding the actions her adoptive father had to take to protect her from the Order (though she was long ignorant who it was who kept pursuing them and why), she will resort to insults or even violence to defend her dad's choices. Even after finding out he hid numerous facts about her past, Heather still loves her father deeply, and his untimely and tragic murder is a memory that can still bring tears to her eyes and anger to her heart despite the growing numbness within her and the resurfacing memories of being Alessa.
Abilities: Desensitized: She isn't disturbed or shocked by gore or violence. Basic Fighting Skills: Surviving in the Otherworld has taught her how to stay alive in a fight and how to use a gun against untrained enemies. Basic Survival Skills: She knows how to bandage and care for minor wounds as well as forage for supplies and survive with few amenities. Otherworld Shifts: The fetus of the dark god within her can sometimes cause a shift to the Otherworld. She has no control over this ability.
Other: If the fetus of the dark god remains within Heather after her arrival in Holly Heights, it would have the potential to 'darken' the world around it and create temporary Otherworld shifts. This could be used for player plots and character development. According to the canon, the fetus doesn't seem to make Heather pregnant as she is able to vomit it up near the end of the game - it's more of a parasite that lives within her, that could eventually consume her and become the fully fledged Dark God should the precise conditions be met.
SAMPLES
First Person:
[The teenage blonde appears irate, though seems competent in the use of the device despite her newness to this place. The adaptability of the young, made manifest in it's quick grasp of technology. Her speech is sharp, biting, and laced with the rudeness of her youth and current state of emotions. The glint in her eyes, flashing with a fiery rage, cannot completely hide the darkness that denotes a maturity far beyond that of normal experience. Not quite a woman yet by the disrespect in her tone, but knowing too much regardless.]
Is this some kind of joke? Claudia? Vincent? I don't know what you think you're doing, but this isn't going to stop me. Both of you are so messed up, we all know that - but what's the deal with bringing me to place like this? Tired of the sick and twisted crap? Well...you can both just go to hell. My life isn't some kind of joke, and neither is yours! Not after you-
You're still going to pay, do you hear me?? You can't get away from me!
Where the hell are you, you stupid freaks!?
[Promise there. Threat. And no glimmer of fear concerning her displacement - only anger and hate. Yet she calms a second, breathing out in a huff, pushing aside the wrath that comes too quickly these days to speak in a more reasonable voice.]
No, really. Can anyone tell me where I am? This is all...really messed up. Everything's, too bright. Too perfect. It's almost as scary as the place I came from. [A short laugh, bitter, numb.]
Almost.
Third Person: Perfect yard, perfect house, perfect car. Perfect sunny, blue sky and healthy green grass. Perfect warm, sweet-smelling air, with just a hint of breeze. Perfect line of look-a-like houses in perfect rows. Perfect.
Too perfect.
It was enough to make a girl want to pick up a cigarette even after bloody horrors and monsters brought no such response. It was enough to make her skin crawl and her stomach shudder, wondering what hid, skulked behind such perfection. The straight-forward cage of rust and blood, the red-stained creatures with their twisted forms and gaping holes for mouths, the walls weeping shadows and scarlet - all of that seemed less disturbing than this new prison of light and sun. What dwelt beneath the surface of those pristine homes? What crawled in the basements, waiting in the darkness? What-?
"This is bullshit." The young woman muttered, sighing and shaking herself all over, waking from some momentary day-mare, as if there existed some twisted parody of the fleeting happy thoughts of the daytime in which dark thoughts dwelt and bred. She patted her bloody, dirty jacket down, and her hand entered a jangling pocket with sudden curiosity. It was a feeling not often felt these days, including whimsy which the teen wasn't certain she had ever had. Now though - with bright shiny keys in her fingers, one in particular caught her attention. A spark of interest that contrasted so deeply with her current dark and paranoid thoughts awoke with a quickening flare as she held between thumb and forefinger the key to what she could only assume was the rosy red car in the driveway.
"Now this is more like it." The glow of warmth wasn't real happiness, not yet, but it was a heated coal of possibility, the promise of a fire to come, and one that wasn't necessarily born of hatred and anger. Heather Mason chuckled softly to herself, and decided it was time to learn to drive.
OTHER
Housing Request?: None.
Did you read the rules and FAQ?: Yes.
Would you like your application to be unscreened?: Sure.
Player: Foggy
Age: 27
Personal Journal:
foggy_gogglesContact Info: myfoggygoggles@gmail.com
IC INFORMATION
Characters Name: Heather (Cheryl) Mason
Age: 17
Canon: Silent Hill 3
Canon Point: After the Amusement Park
Species: Human
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
History: Heather Mason
Appearance: Just a Normal Teenage Girl
Personality: Even before being consumed with a bitterness born of being used and chased by Claudia and the Order, Heather was not the sort of girl to take shit from anyone. Those experiences have since molded her sarcastic turn of phrase into sharp and blunt retorts, even when someone might have her best interests in mind. Though faced with the horrors of the Otherworld, Heather has retained her moody teenage outlook, which can make her caustic in situations that strain or upset her, whether or not there is peril involved. She is more likely to face threats with anger rather than feelings of self-pity or helplessness. Her reckless confidence might be useful in the Otherworld but also can create danger for herself and others.
In addition to how her interactions with the Order have increased and warped her anger and hatred, they have also left Heather with a dull numbness towards horrific situations and surroundings. The brutal murder of her father at the hands of one of the Order's creatures has been just one of many events that has desensitized her to terror and fear. Blood and gore, violence and torture, viewing these things no longer brings about a sense of disgust or even unease - nor does she question the need for such actions to defend herself. Even after finding out the 'monsters' of the Otherworld could be human beings that she perceives as horrifying creatures, she continues her butchery of them should they approach her.
Heather's discomfort for mirrors is a sign of her fear for the unknown memories that sleep within her. The slumbering personality, Alessa, is one that knows the Otherworld all too intimately, as well as the woman Claudia who continually harasses Heather. The darkened soul within Heather is only half of a single entity, the part that sought revenge and violence for the wrongs that were committed against her by the members of the Order. Cheryl, using the fake name Heather, is the light-hearted half known by her adoptive father Harry Mason, and was the stronger of the two personalities until Claudia showed up and began to trigger memories regarding her past. Now, Heather finds herself questioning her own reflection more and more often, shying away from a face that doesn't seem quite right.
Despite all that she's been through, Heather's constant source of strength is Harry Mason, the man who raised her. Beginning as a guardian and caregiver, he taught her ideas of right and wrong, as well as simply and truly loving her despite the hardships he had to endure to raise her. Extremely defensive regarding the actions her adoptive father had to take to protect her from the Order (though she was long ignorant who it was who kept pursuing them and why), she will resort to insults or even violence to defend her dad's choices. Even after finding out he hid numerous facts about her past, Heather still loves her father deeply, and his untimely and tragic murder is a memory that can still bring tears to her eyes and anger to her heart despite the growing numbness within her and the resurfacing memories of being Alessa.
Abilities: Desensitized: She isn't disturbed or shocked by gore or violence. Basic Fighting Skills: Surviving in the Otherworld has taught her how to stay alive in a fight and how to use a gun against untrained enemies. Basic Survival Skills: She knows how to bandage and care for minor wounds as well as forage for supplies and survive with few amenities. Otherworld Shifts: The fetus of the dark god within her can sometimes cause a shift to the Otherworld. She has no control over this ability.
Other: If the fetus of the dark god remains within Heather after her arrival in Holly Heights, it would have the potential to 'darken' the world around it and create temporary Otherworld shifts. This could be used for player plots and character development. According to the canon, the fetus doesn't seem to make Heather pregnant as she is able to vomit it up near the end of the game - it's more of a parasite that lives within her, that could eventually consume her and become the fully fledged Dark God should the precise conditions be met.
SAMPLES
First Person:
[The teenage blonde appears irate, though seems competent in the use of the device despite her newness to this place. The adaptability of the young, made manifest in it's quick grasp of technology. Her speech is sharp, biting, and laced with the rudeness of her youth and current state of emotions. The glint in her eyes, flashing with a fiery rage, cannot completely hide the darkness that denotes a maturity far beyond that of normal experience. Not quite a woman yet by the disrespect in her tone, but knowing too much regardless.]
Is this some kind of joke? Claudia? Vincent? I don't know what you think you're doing, but this isn't going to stop me. Both of you are so messed up, we all know that - but what's the deal with bringing me to place like this? Tired of the sick and twisted crap? Well...you can both just go to hell. My life isn't some kind of joke, and neither is yours! Not after you-
You're still going to pay, do you hear me?? You can't get away from me!
Where the hell are you, you stupid freaks!?
[Promise there. Threat. And no glimmer of fear concerning her displacement - only anger and hate. Yet she calms a second, breathing out in a huff, pushing aside the wrath that comes too quickly these days to speak in a more reasonable voice.]
No, really. Can anyone tell me where I am? This is all...really messed up. Everything's, too bright. Too perfect. It's almost as scary as the place I came from. [A short laugh, bitter, numb.]
Almost.
Third Person: Perfect yard, perfect house, perfect car. Perfect sunny, blue sky and healthy green grass. Perfect warm, sweet-smelling air, with just a hint of breeze. Perfect line of look-a-like houses in perfect rows. Perfect.
Too perfect.
It was enough to make a girl want to pick up a cigarette even after bloody horrors and monsters brought no such response. It was enough to make her skin crawl and her stomach shudder, wondering what hid, skulked behind such perfection. The straight-forward cage of rust and blood, the red-stained creatures with their twisted forms and gaping holes for mouths, the walls weeping shadows and scarlet - all of that seemed less disturbing than this new prison of light and sun. What dwelt beneath the surface of those pristine homes? What crawled in the basements, waiting in the darkness? What-?
"This is bullshit." The young woman muttered, sighing and shaking herself all over, waking from some momentary day-mare, as if there existed some twisted parody of the fleeting happy thoughts of the daytime in which dark thoughts dwelt and bred. She patted her bloody, dirty jacket down, and her hand entered a jangling pocket with sudden curiosity. It was a feeling not often felt these days, including whimsy which the teen wasn't certain she had ever had. Now though - with bright shiny keys in her fingers, one in particular caught her attention. A spark of interest that contrasted so deeply with her current dark and paranoid thoughts awoke with a quickening flare as she held between thumb and forefinger the key to what she could only assume was the rosy red car in the driveway.
"Now this is more like it." The glow of warmth wasn't real happiness, not yet, but it was a heated coal of possibility, the promise of a fire to come, and one that wasn't necessarily born of hatred and anger. Heather Mason chuckled softly to herself, and decided it was time to learn to drive.
OTHER
Housing Request?: None.
Did you read the rules and FAQ?: Yes.
Would you like your application to be unscreened?: Sure.