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Name: Henry Ghersinich (sometimes affectionately called, “Snitch”)

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Birthday: November 14th

Preferred PB: David Tennant

Occupation: Rookie journalist with a penchant for Kafka.

Appearance: Many people agree that Henry’s confusing to look at. It’s as if his body can’t seem to decide exactly what it’s trying to show. Sometimes he looks like he just got out of high school; sometimes he looks like he just went swimming in a vat of blood; sometimes, after getting locked up in hiding for too long he’s suddenly got more hair and stubble than a household Chia Pet. But most days, he looks like he got run over by a freight truck – twice. Thinning, trim waisted, and petite, Henry’s all gangly limbs and angles with a playful, well shaped face and fierce gunmetal eyes that never seem to miss a thing. He’s not nearly as tall as he would like himself to be but for what his legs lack in height they make up for in speed. Henry’s particularly good at running away; he sees nothing wrong or dishonorable in doing so, especially if your pursuers are after the extraction of your internal organs. He likes to keep his dark blonde hair slicked back (when he has the time). People gravitate towards him and this is sometimes unnerving.

Personality: Henry is a little tipsy and a little paranoid. The drugs and vicious painkillers he has been injected with during the experimental processes he underwent with Umbrella makes him see and hear things that may or may not actually be there. Henry is cynical and jaded, and has more bundled up regret in his system than is healthy. However, he has a strange addiction with helping other people, usually when he's called for and sometimes without any provocation at all. Although embarassing but true, Henry is cotton hearted and is unfortunately incapable of making unbiased and emotionally detached decisions. He's very self-punishing and way too used to playing the role of hero. He does not work terribly well under stress. Normally, he is outgoing and reckless and not really good at thinking things through before he actually does something. He gives without expecting anything in return. Boy's out to save the world, they say.

History: Despite his famous name, roguish good looks and well-documented survival skills, this guy is a walking disaster. Gunning down the ungrateful dead, knifing the tormented virally possessed and all the while dodging limb-severing laser strings, Henry can safely say he’s very nearly seen it all. While a sophomore in undergraduate school, Henry worked as a short term intern within the then premature Umbrella Company (a small, seemingly harmless pharmaceutical engineering company at the time) in order to gather resources and materials for his journalistic college thesis. He had then carelessly signed himself, as well as his best friend and roommate, Ellis Beckett, up for a month of experimental research in what the two of them thought was an act of easy cash. Though the rest of their living fees and tuitions were thereafter taken care of, Henry could have never imagined the horror he and Ellis were about to help unleash upon the city.

Abilities/Weapons/Accessories: Despite his petite frame and boyish appearance, Henry is pretty impressive with any sort of hand-held weapon as well as significantly proficient in his personally stylized, acrobatic close range combat. Wonderfully flexible, he can twist and turn and leap his way through nearly anything; the guy can make tripping over a shoelace look graceful (or just cute). He’s a lousy shot at unarmed hand-to-hand fighting though; his bark packs much more of a punch than his fist. When surrounded and outnumbered, Henry easily freaks out. He can use (or, if not, makes a pretty good show of pretending to know how to use) anything vaguely resembling a combination of barrels, triggers, and bullets. At his waist (or inside his jacket if he wears one) is his beloved Beretta 92F, his main weapon of choice. He also keeps a plethora of variously sized knives on his person so much that passing through an x-ray would render him a metallic porcupine. He knows that in a city like this, you can never be too careful. Henry is also really good at staying low and generally getting the hell out of the way of trouble despite the fact that trouble seems to be his middle name.

He’s been everywhere; he’s slept in bathtubs (and more likely than not, conked his forehead against the faucet every time), jumped into dumpsters, hitched rides with toxic waste trucks. Henry calls it sheer dumb luck that he’s still up and breathing but he’s actually got rock solid endurance. He smokes way too much and always has on him a lighter or some sort of fire inducing object. He wears Converse and listens to Metallica.

Alliance: Henry is one of the lucky survivors, one of those who carry the T-virus in their system but is immune to its destructive aftereffects.