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Henry Muir

Henry was a small town all american serial killer that joined the French Foreign Legion to escape prosecution. He was stationed in China when the wall came down and is currently in poland trying to lay low.

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a character in “Shattered Casket”, as played by HorrorPunkOtaku

Description

age: 32
Appearance: unkempt prematurely graying brow hair, black eyes, pale skin, patchy beard, wears faded dark worn clothes customized with straps & holsters for various tools & weapons, black worn calf-high leather steal-toed boots w/ straps & buckles
Personality: analytical, calculated, bipolar, morose, poetic, unapologetic, black humored, sadistic, violent, unpleasant, & obnoxious
Equipment: Piles of Dollar bills marked with sacred symbols to be used as exorcism slips, a semi-automatic clip-fed crossbow, a rifle style self powered flamethrower, a fire axe marked and blessed with various symbols and potions, two 15" boot daggers, a hunting knife, a self powered anti material pulse rifle, 20 gauge semi-automatic long pistol, coupled with various books for exorcism & warding off evil spirits as well as weapon repair & maintenance kits, as well as survival gear like para-cord, basic med kits, ammo, flare gun, mag light and a solar powered digital forearm-mounted interface complete with compass, thermometer, gps, & a heart-beat sensor
Historical background: All previous records erased by french foreign legion

So begins...

Henry Muir's Story

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Warsaw, Poland. February 2, 2086
(The cursed have been sited on the edge of the city. I don't know how long it will be before they get in but they better do it quick. These patrols are unbearably uneventful. It would do me some good to get some kills in before I go AWOL. If I do it right I may even be able to fake my own death & pull another disappearing act like the one I did in America. Damn, I miss that place. Nothing like hearing a cry for mercy in your own language.) "Hey Henry you old creep. You off in your own head again? You should try not to do that too much it'll drive you mad." yelled a tall black man in military uniform looking to be in about his mid 40s. (That's George, your typical bleeding heart savior complex type. Personally I can't stand him or his stupid happy grin. If I don't reply he won't leave so) "I'll be sure to do that. Have a nice day" (hopefully that will send him on his merry fucking way). George puts on his big shit-eating grin & walks away. (What the fuck is he always smiling about? The worlds burning & he's smiling. Smug shithead thinks he's to good to worry about this mess. I hope he's the first one to run into those stiffs). From the distance gunfire erupts followed by a bloodcurdling scream cut halfway. Henry walks away from the source of the disturbance with his typical pleased smirk "Ask & ye shall receive". He rewards himself for calling that one so perfectly with the permitted release of his rare but unsettling mischievous laugh.

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As he further separated himself from his squad he dashed past Jiangshi lopping of legs & heads with his axe to keep them from following. These were the advised methods but he couldn't help but risk a couple of "Loopings". His own personalized method off cutting open the abdomen & spilling the small intestine causing the cursed to trip & fall all over themselves. To Henry this was the funniest thing in the world but his enjoyment was cut short by a large explosion. Never one to avoid a good party he runs towards the blast in hopes of some cheap laughs. He leaves a trail of crippled Jiangshi in his wake as a deterrent to any would be pursuers. (It would be so much more fun to burn them & listen to them scream & a lot less work but if I did that I wouldn't get any use out of them. I hate trade offs). He reaches the site of the explosion & gazes at the mangled burning remains of a once very expensive care. He took this as a symbol of good luck seeing as he always hated the assholes back home that would speed from one stop sign to the next in the nice cars daddy bought them just so everyone would hear them (I'm so glad I got to off a few of those brats before retiring from the American murder scene). He watched this shining symbol of equality in bliss soaking in it's beauty untill his little poetic moment was crushed by the sighting of a man standing before this work of art (How dare you ruin such a beautiful moment. The symbolism is crushed by your visage tainting the canvas. get out of the way!). This man was a big young Norseman from the look of him & he carried a very crude yet intriguing weapon as he stood laughing at what appeared to be his handywork (How such a brute could create such a masterpiece I'll never know). He was however slightly releaved at this considering his own mental state would allow for better communication for once(The real question is do I approach him & find a way to utilize him or just kill him & be on my way. Decisions. Decisions. Decisions). Henry stood back in contemplation.

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He holstered the Boomstick into a crude leather strap system on his thigh and pulled a cigaret out of his top pocket, finding a still flaming piece of debris and lit his cig with it. He inhaled deeply and shuddered, feeling the nicotine stab its addicting little fingers into his brain and smoke blacken his lungs. He pulled an old and stained bandana out of his back pocket and wiped the decayed flesh and blood from his precious Roberta, smiling and humming as he did so.
It was an extremely fluid motion, as he drew the boomstick, aimed for the neck of an upcoming Jiangshi, and fired, grinning as the head and body separated and fell to the already bloodstained ground. It was an even faster movement for the Boomstick to come around and aim for the stranger. "Awww shit, you're still a breather." He chewed on his cigaret bud and spat it out with another exhalation of smoke as he lowered the Boomstick. "So, da' fuck ya want breather?" He pulled a slug out of of pocket and replaced the empty shell in the barrel of his trusty boomstick and snapped it closed with a flick of his wrist.

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Henry was perturbed to be talked down to in such a way but carried on as if he wasn't "Couldn't help but notice your handywork there. Rather impressive if I do say so myself & what if you don't mind me asking is that amalgamated weapon you have there?" (I could kill you in one move so start eating from my palm serf!). He continues trying to sell a partnership to this brute "I've been patrolling this all too boring area for the past couple weeks & things only just got interesting today & I was wondering if one such as yourself would enjoy joining me in a bit of the old ultraviolence!". Thinking his pitch has started to break through he continues "Unless such a slaughter would be too gratuitous for one such as yourself which if that is the case I understand" (Don't back out on me now. If there's one thing I need it's a meat shield). As he's playing car sailsman or military recruiter whichever you prefer a Jiangshi creeps over from behind. Without flinching or pausing he slings his flamethrower under his shoulder & fires backwards lighting the hopper. He laughs a little as it screams & writhes in agony completely aware of the soul still residing within the husk & the slow death he had just granted it "So what do you say? Will you join me in this glorious slaughter" He says with a twisted smile (I showed him too much. No one in their right mind would join someone with a pitch like that).

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Sebastian continued shouting for help, Why does it matter that they killed Friedrich? He was my brother. He saw the two talking, saw how Henry killed the jiangshi. He sprinted over, "Hilfe! Helfen Sie mir bitte!" Sebastian stopped in front of them and grabbed on to Amund, "Bitte, sie sind hinter mir her!" he had a face full of genuine fear. When he saw that they didn't understand him, he tried English, "Please, zey killed mein brozer! Zey fed him to seh jiangshi. Und not just him. Sere vere ozers! Zey are crazy and now zey vant to kill me too!"
The three men came running over. "Haltet ihn!"
"Lassen Sie ihn nicht weg!"
Sebastian immediately started running again, unsure if these people would help him.
The men stopped and raised their guns. They began firing, not caring who the hit. Sebastian fell to the ground as he was hit in the leg, "Fick!"A bullet also found its way into Henry's arm and grazed Amund's precious Roberta.

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He stared down at Roberta, heedless of the bullets whizzing past his head, his face darkening, eyes filled with a cold rage. "You... You shot Roberta! YOU SHOT MY WIFE!" He surged forward like an angry avalanche of madness and death, Roberta's motor screaming for blood. He dropped close to the ground underneath their current firing level and lunged like a panther, slicing cleanly (well, cleanly wasn't accurate, it was quite a mess) through the first mans leg, standing up as he fell, and swung again, this time severing the man's torso in half in a spray of blood and screams of agony. His left hand brought out the boomstick and fired both rounds even as he did this, leaving two decently sized holes in the second man's chest where his heart used to be. He spun as the lifeless body fell on its knees, and with Roberta's scream and the sound of tearing flesh, its head fell to the ground and rolled a few feet away. He let out a guttural scream and plunged Roberta in the corpse and revved the motor, sending up a spray of blood and flesh.
He let out a satisfied sigh and started cleaning Roberta with the bandana, not caring about the blood and bits of flesh on his clothes. "I don't see why not Mr.Salesman. Just don't touch my Roberta and I wont turn you into dog food." Even as he was saying this, a half starved pack of dogs comes and begins to rip at the fresh meat. "I'm Amund Gudbrand. Pray it is pleasant to meet you."

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Henry laughed at the site of this slaughter. It was the only impulse he had that he couldn't control. He would bite his fists during executions to keep from drawing attention to himself. He watched the brute saw through the three men like matchwood in pure unbridled glee "Amund I have to say, you truly are an artist in the medium of carnage. It will be my great pleasure to kill with you". He released yet another heavily unsettling laugh & turned to Sebastian "So my little dutch charity case, would you kindly address to me in your clearest English what your reason for being here is?" holding his axe fractions of a centimeter from the scared German's neck. He leans in closer "Make it quick. I haven't got all day and one more thing don't imagine for a moment I didn't notice the fresh living blood on you" (I can't believe this guys trying to play the damsel in distress. Any idiot could see he's a stone cold killer. I'm not letting him out of my site. That would be unwise).

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Sebastian giggled a little, "Sere used to be fünf men chasing me." he held up five fingers, "I vas able to kill sem vith mien saber, and I could've killed seh ozers, but vhy waste seh ammo?" he pushed the axe away from his neck and sat up, then shoved his forefinger and middle finger into the hole in his leg and started to fish out the bullet. He seemed to be stifling his giggles. I can't believe how far the guy's fucking leg went! It reminds me of my first girlfriend. Sebastian grimaced as he took out the bullet. He took the time to look at it rather than worrying about the blood leaking from his leg. He laughed, "It looks like Hitler!" he threw the bullet casually, "Sohn einer hure, that one."

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He stuffed the bandana in his pocket and slipped Roberta into a leather sheath on his belt. While every inch of his clothing was either torn or stained, Roberta and her sheath were spotless. He slipped a hand into the pack he wore over his back and pulled out a can of red spray paint. He shook it up, uncapped it, and started spraying the nearest wall, shooting the head off a Jiangshi that walked within sight. He tossed the can when he was done, a blood red exorcism blaring its holy repentance for hundreds of yards. A Jiangshi that saw it went into a mad rage and smashed its own face into a wall until dead. Amund laughed and sat on a rock, facing the other two and watching with hungry eyes. Something was going to happen. Something huge and terrible and exciting and beautiful. And he'd be there to burn it down.

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Henry was unimpressed by the use of symbols & charms. He had grasped the concept within the first few months of the wall coming down. It was an easy way out & a lazy one at that. It didn't always eliminate the Jiangshi & effected them all differently(it just pissed off some of the more powerful ones). Thus, it was a method he tended to avoid (He had thought of dumping his exorcism gear for want of more ammo & survival essentials but was never one to throw away a contingency plan). Although, there was a useful & willing patsy standing before him that might be willing to take it off his hands "I see you fancy exorcism tools my Nordic friend" He stated ignoring the little ss fanboy licking his wounds "I Have quite the collection of exorcism tools that I've been looking to part with for some time now & I was wondering if you'd be interested in taking them off my hands?"

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Sebastian simply watched the two while he bandaged his wound, when he was done, he took out a rag from his pocket and started to polish his pendant furiously, These people seem safe. At least for me. Why the fuck would they want you hanging around? You're right... With an injured leg and the poor image I now have, they would want to be rid of me. Perhaps these two aren't safe for you at all. You ought to find some new friends. Sebastian grunted and stood up, putting his rag away. It seemed that his leg pained him, but didn't slow him down much. He elegantly bowed, "Zank you for helping me." then turned and left without another word. After he was a fair distance from the two, he couldn't help but release the rage that weld up inside of him. He unsheathed his saber and began hacking away at a corpse, almost down right throwing a tantrum, "Es ist nicht messe! Es ist nicht messe!" he screamed. He found no satisfaction in butchering the lifeless body and began jumping up and down like an angry child, "Warum Dieter erhalten alle bessere Spielzeug?! Alles, was ich habe, ist dieses dumme marionette!" he seemed as though he lost himself to his anger. When a jiangshi that resembled a woman approached, attracted by all the noise, Sebastian screamed at it, "Mama! Mama! Es ist nicht messe! Mama! Warum liebst du nur Dieter?! Warum liebst du mich nicht?!"
When the jiangshi ran at him, he swiftly hit it over the head with his gun, knocking it down. Sebastian then pinned it down with his boot and took off his necklace and shoved it in its face. He watched as it tried to fight its way away from its reflection. His laugh crackled through the air as he slammed his saber through the jiangshi, better pinning it to the ground, "Dieter ist tot, Mama! Es ist nur einer von uns jetzt!" as the hopper writhed, the saber cut the dead flesh it came in contact with. The jiangshi soon became desperate to escape its reflection and tried to attack Sebastian. The second it grabbed his leg was the second Sebastian put an incendiary round into its head. He shook it off his leg and pulled out his saber, then went to go sit under a nearby remains of a tree. He couldn't help but watch the hopper panic mindlessly, muttering a lullaby. Where did his mind go?

It was a nice house in a rural part of germany. There a woman raised her twin sons by herself. It was easy to tell the 7 year olds apart not only because they were feturnile, but also because one was much better behaved than the other. The woman loved both of her sons, but she refused to reward bad behavior. His screaming seemed endless, "Mama! It's not fair! Why does Dieter get a bb gun and all I get is this stupid puppet?!" Young Sebastian quickly ran to his mother's side, "It's not fair, Mama!"
"I got him the bb gun because he does not do bad things. Don't think I forgot what you tried to do to the cat." she said tiredly, it seemed she had to explain this every five minutes. "But Dieter does do bad things! He shoots me!"
"Sebastian! I will not have you lying to me! Dieter would never try to hurt you!" she insisted. Sebastian screamed and stomped the ground, "You don't love me! You only love Dieter!"
She slapped him.
"Don't you ever say anything like that ever again! Go to your room right now! You will not be getting any dessert tonight! Nor any night this week!"
Sebastian stomped to his room. As the woman was cooking dinner later than night, the sounds of Dieter's gun popping sounded through the house. "STOP IT! STOP IT!" Sebastian screamed. Soon there were sounds of struggle, Dieter screaming, multiple thuds and then silence. The single mother quickly abandoned the stove and ran to the children's room. The thud came from the heavy glass face of Sebastian's medium sized clown puppet. She screamed and fainted.
When she woke up, Sebastian had tied up her hands and feet with the strings of his puppet so tight that they bled. He had a knife from the kitchen. "Sebastian! Where did you get that?! What are you doing?!"
"You only loved Dieter, Mama!" Sebastian cried, "You only loved him and now he's dead! He's dead and now you can only love me!"
His mother was speechless. Sebastian jumped onto her, the knife punctured her fairly deep in the shoulder as he did, "Love me, Mama! Love me!" She began screaming, "YOU'RE A HORRIBLE CHILD! A HORRIBLE DEMON CHILD!"
Sebastian responded by pulling out the knife and stabbing his mother in the chest, "IT'S NOT FAIR!" he screamed this over and over, stabbing her each time, the screaming was endless. When he stopped, his mother was only seconds from passing. Blood had pooled around them and stained the boy's hands. Sebastian climbed off his mother and put her head in his lap, "Mama? Mama, don't be sad. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Mama."
When the woman tried to breath, she sputtered out blood.
"Mama, I didn't mean to. Don't cry, Mama." he wiped away the tears that ran down her face, leaving trails of blood, "Go to sleep for now, Mama. You'll feel better in the morning." he stroked her hair as he sang the lullaby she used to sing to him and his brother until she stopped breathing and long after.

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He nodded at the offer of more exorcism materials and eagerly took the bag, checking out his new loot. There wasn't a whole lot, but if he combined multiple exorcisms... A rightly evil grin spread on his face and he went to a clean wall, not caring that the german man left. Fire kills, Ba gua deters, and black dogs blood destroys evil, so... Yes that could work. He pulled a brush out of a pocket and dipped it in the blood, his hand trembling. Something wonderful was about to happen, he could feel it as he gently drew the brush against the wall, the blood drying quickly to a horrible black. He ran to a nearby upturned car and punctured the gas tank with a heavy knife, fashioned a sort of bowl out of a broken head light, and chanted under his breath, waving his hand over the gasoline. He took his brush again and painted a circle of the now blessed oil, which would burn for weeks according to some texts, around the previous symbol and lit it with a still burning twig. A Ba gua exorcism, painted in black dog's blood, and encircled by holy fire. He stood back a little ways, panting softly. He didn't know how he'd come up with it, but it was magnificent!

The effect was devastating as well. A Jianshi, drawn by the noises of fresh meat, laid its diseased eyes on the burning symbol and made a deliciously pained squeal, falling to its knees as bones broke, the holy fire suggesting to its weak brain that it was on fire. It now had no way to escape the symbol, so proceeded to tear out its own eyes to stop the image from burning deeper into its brain and began to smash its own head against the ground until nothing remained but a bloody stump of dead flesh and dry blood. Amund, having watched the whole thing with sick pleasure, was literally rolling around on the floor, laughing madly like a scientist in a cheap horror flick. He'd done it! The perfect exorcism! It would his symbol, as he made his way further into the city, it would mark every wall and burn itself into the eyes of the undead!

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Henry marveled at his new associates & their behavior. The little German boy throwing a piss fit & the viking vandal doing street art. He gave thought to the prowess of these two as killers (They obviously have skill but they also gratuitously lack experience) "I doubt either one of them has ever seen a creaker" [The more souls a jiangshi consumes the more animate they become. Some reach the point where they regain control of their joints but do to their previous state they creak & pop as they use these joints earning them the title "Creaker"]. Though never one to spoil a party he let his acquaintances vent their frustrations on the jiangshi. After all it only meant less work for him anyways.

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He stopped laughing as he heard the distinct popping of a creaker, and slowly fading laughter. He grinned and pulled out the boomstick. A flick of the wrist expelled spent shells and he loaded a different kind of slug. It looked custom made. A second flick realigned the barrels and he fired. The slug whistled through the air until it struck the back of the creaker. Lots of things happened after that. There was a horrendous bang as the slug exploded against the creaker, turning its torso, and the poor soulless lad it had been feeding off of, into mincemeat. Limbs and blood flew in several directions, a couple of toes landing at Henry's feet. Amun walked up to the still moving head of the abomination and stomped it into mush. Amun hated lots of things. People, politicians, bad music and government. But he absolutely despised creakers.

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Henry looked at the sad little puddle that was once a young German lad & a Creaker. He stared at this for mere seconds contemplating a proper reaction (How do I make this funny?). He decided upon the direct approach & looked to Amund to test if his response was the correct one "One destroyed creaker & one less kid to babysit. If you could reverse this outcome what sandwich would you make? Hahahaa!". He then patted the big viking on the back & started towards his next destination whatever that would be (west would be the obvious decision but where?).

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He thought for a moment, polishing Roberta with a clean rag. "A pastrami on marble rye. Sauerkraut, Dijon mustard, and a pickle wedge. Serve with salted chips." He shouldered his bag and followed Henry, not knowing where they were going but not caring, as long as there were Jianshi to kill. He had a feeling that wouldn't be a problem, no mater where they went.

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Henry laughed heartily at this response "I have a feeling we're going to get along swimmingly". He thought for a moment & began doing so out loud "So many choices, so short in attention span. We could go west, north, or south". He then looked to Amund for an answer "Preference tells me to go north but I don't think you came all this way just to backtrack not to mention the serious lack of fortification. I don't want to go south because the resources are slim. The west is the best fortified but also the most heavily regulated. Hmmmm". He suddenly lit up with realization as if to come to some unheard of revelation "What would you say to going east Amund?".

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He watched this little performance, polishing Roberta while he did. He personally didn't care if the west was heavily regulated. If someone got in his way, he'd just kill them, plain and simple. However the lack of supplies in the south was an issue. "East is fine." He walked up to an old beat up car and kicked open the hood. No way in hell was that thing going to run! Right? Not according to Amund. He gave it a good kick, rewired one or two things and lit a match near the corroborator, and suddenly the engine roared to life. He tried to open the door but it was stuck. He growled and tore the door off with his bare hands and slipped in. "East."

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Henry smiled at this agreement & also the relief of not having to fucking walk for once he exclaimed this satisfaction with gusto & a shitty German accent "Wunderbar!". He strolled briskly to the passenger seat of the vehicle closing the door & fastening his seat-belt in an orderly fashion "Make hast my Scandinavian cohort we have much destruction to cause!". He paused for a moment "Waaait! I forgot the most important thing!". He routed around in his pocket & then his bag frantically searching for something. "Eureka!" He exclaimed as he pulled a small case from his bag. He opened the small case to reveal a small disc which he inserted into the car radios disc port "You simply can't adventure without tunes. It's just not the same". The Disc turned out to be Battalions of Fear by Blind Guardian.