Henry W. C.
I love thinking that his full name is Henri Werther Caillet! You can refer to him like this!
| Name | Henry W. C. |
|---|---|
| Nicknames | Mostly refered to as Henri; |
| Gender | Cisgender male |
| Family | Parents: Unnamed father and mother Cousin: Laura C. |
| Age | 19 |
| Date of birth | 6th December 1798 |
| Origin | Innsbruck, Austria Note: is of French origin |
| Role | Vienna University Student |
| Status | Dead; killed by Victor by being stabbed many times |
Subject idealizes all kind of love, even the destroying, unhealthy one. Soon, so soon..
Notes:
Subject appears partially dissociated from linear time.
· His grandfather sent a letter in a bottle to his celebrity crush but it reacher another girl instead. That girl soon became his wife.
· He loves to read the local newspaper and buys it every single morning.
· A huge fan of history and literature.
· He thinks that his third theatre play is the worst thing he has ever created.
· His funny hair strands are his annthenas and move depends on his emotions.
· He is scared of a doll of him that his cousin, Laura, made for his best friend, ██████. He always hits it on its head with his favourite poetry book everytime he enters his house.
"THE WRITER"
God, just kill me, ██████; if you're a murderer, then prove it to me and simply pierce my heart now! Take it out of my chest later and carry it with you, for I swear by my life and the life of my own race that I see no guilt in you.
#01 : ABOUT
Dark clouds gathered around Europe on that snowy day.
A poetry lover, social butterfly, cheerful and smiling most of the time. Technically speaking, really emotionally intelligent. Loves the world dearly. Naturally talented in writing books due to his mother being a poet. Notices things that others often miss. Ready for sacrifice. Heavenly.
#02 : MEMORIES
He was born on 6th December 1798, as a son of a rich merchant and a poet. Since he remembers, he and ██████ have been good friends. He always admired him so much. When he was a teenager he discovered his great ability to write books and wrote a great epos about a man whose existence brought confusion to gods. Such an irony.
“What a torment it is to see so much loveliness passing and repassing before us, and yet not dare to lay hold of it!”
― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, The Sorrows of Young Werther
#03 : RELATIONSHIPS
██████ : 'dearest friend', as he uses to call him. He trusts him more than anyone else in this world and never sees the evil in him. "I will follow you into the depths and the deepest abyss and pull you out of Hades;".
Wilhelmina : why. Just why. What was the point. What was the point of marriage without love? And, most important, why people who yearn to be loved never receive it?
Note: Provides a similar appearance to Wilhelmina. Unknown reason.
Where are you? What pushed you downhill? Or else, who it was?
Who buried you in the ground before you reached the top?
And I, alone, am in hell, but I have a great gaze on paradise.
