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[heather_mason]

Player Information

Name: Brittany
Personal Journal: cherrycandy
Age: 18
Contact Info: My personal journal <3
Other Characters Played: N/A

Character Information

Character Name: Heather Mason
Character Series: Silent Hill 3 (From the game, not the movie :P)
Character Age: 17
Character Gender: Female
Original Canon
Canon Point: Right after the "normal" ending when she is about to leave Silent Hill with Douglas.
Background Link: Here!
Personality: Heather is a headstrong and in-your-face type of girl. She has a dangerously short temper and will not be stifled when angry. Her sense of humor is questionable, as shown in the final scene of Silent Hill 3 when she convinces Douglas that she is going to kill him and laughs in his face when he believes her. She is rude and can be very insensitive at times. She has a natural dislike for women, favoring older men as companions. She has issues trusting anyone (especially women) except her father, Harry Mason.

Heather has a softer side, too. As shown in the phone call she makes to her father at the beginning of the game (Silent Hill 3), she is a good daughter and treats her father much better than anyone else. When talking to him, she is sweet and polite, contrasting with her attitude toward strangers. Also, once she gets to know Douglas, she starts to warm up to him and treat him more like a friend. When Douglas is injured, Heather expresses concern and shows that she cares about him.

When speaking to strangers or people she dislikes, Heather is rather unbearable. She is disrespectful and unnecessarily rude, especially when speaking to Claudia. When Claudia introduces herself, Heather replies with "Who cares?" She makes no attempt to be friendly or to make peace with anyone she is not interested in. Heather can be extremely brutal or as gentle as a flower, depending on the person she is talking to.

The terrors seen in Silent Hill changed Heather by numbing her to fear. The first time she encounters a monster, she is terrified. She kills it in self defense and is extremely disturbed by it. Eventually, she isn't even effected by the monsters. When she meets Leonard, who she thought was a normal person, and he turns out to be a large and sickening monster, she only gets irritated by him. She is not scared or intimidated by him. Silent Hill also made her a tougher person. Seeing and fighting all those monsters made her stronger physically and emotionally. She had to hone her physical strength to survive and her mental/emotional strength to get through it without giving up. Though Silent Hill made her feel like she was going insane, her experience there also made her more of a survivor.
Abilities: Heather sometimes has psychic dreams or visions/thoughts. These visions can either be of the past or of the future. Some examples of these are the dream she has about the amusement park before she goes there and the vision of Lisa (a character in a previous game) from before she was even born.
Sample Entry: Heather closed the door gently behind her, wishing she hadn’t told Douglas she was okay by herself. She looked around the small apartment that was so familiar yet felt different now. He wasn’t there and never would be. Nothing would ever be the same again without him. The small kitchen showed signs of the man who had lived here until less than two days ago. Dishes sat on the counter, starting to attract little fruit flies and moths.

Letting out a sigh, shaking with the force of the tears that she did her best to hold back, she stepped into the kitchen. Doing everything she could not to look into the living room, she took the sauce pan and large spoon from the counter, placing them gently in the sink and running warm water over them. She scrubbed at the dishes furiously, rage still filling the parts of her that weren’t occupied by the bitter depression. Why did he have to die? She thought to herself, boiling inside at the thought of his killer. Claudia. She swallowed the rage, turning off the water and leaving the clean dishes in the drying rack.

Holding her breath, she walked hesitantly into the living room. She walked around to the front of the chair, stained with blood and memories. She swallowed the tears that threatened to escape from her stinging eyes. Letting out the shaky breath she’d been holding, she let the word slip from her mouth once more. “Dad.” She placed a hand on the arm of the chair, staring at the door leading into his bedroom. She would not go in, not now, but still she stared.

Walking back to the kitchen, she took a clean rag from the drawer and filled a large mixing bowl with tepid water from the faucet. She poured a bit of dish soap into the bowl. Taking these things back to the living room, she dropped to her knees and placed them on the carpet next to her. She swallowed the painful sadness in her throat and dipped the rag into the water.

The blood stained her fingers as she scrubbed at it with the rag, making its way into the space beneath her fingernails and staying there. As the red memories dripped into the water, tinting it pink, she could no longer stop the tears. They flowed down, speckling her skirt and turning her cheeks red. She looked into the water, which rippled as her tears fell into it.

As the tears rolled warmly down her face, she felt a presence as she always had when Harry had come home. She looked around, seeing nothing. Disappointment and sorrow filling her heart and replacing all traces of rage, she felt the tears com heavier now. She stared again at the door, getting herself to her feet and walking toward it.

She hesitantly reached toward the knob, turning it slowly. She pushed the door open, stepping into the room and toward the motionless figure in the bed. She pulled a chair over to the bed, sitting close to it. Staring at the body, she placed a hand on the edge of the bed. Closing her eyes, a smile replaced the tears as she felt the warm and familiar hand of her father close around her own.