Henry Townshend

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Fandom: Silent Hill 4: The Room
Name: Henry Townshend
Canon Point: Post Escape Ending
History: Click!
Personality:

Henry is an incredibly introverted person, resulting him in being quite shy and awkward in social situations. He doesn't speak much, nor does he emote well, leaving the impression he doesn't think or feel much of others. It's a far cry from the truth, as we experience through the events of Silent Hill 4, that Henry is a very giving and gentle person. All of Walter Sullivan's victims that he encounters are strangers, even his own next door neighbor is someone whose name and face he only knows. Yet the lack of connection between him and them doesn't stop his attempts at saving them from both the dangerous Otherworlds they were pulled into and the murderous Walter Sullivan. Yet, as we also see, Henry fails in the majority of his attempts but he never gives up. With the first woman he comes across, he realizes she's dying, and uses her belief in them being in a dream world to comfort her. Henry burns the inside of his hand trying to rescue a man from an electrical chair and it continues.

Henry spends the many hours locked in his apartment and the Otherworlds lost, confused, afraid, but also stubborn to find the truth that is hiding in all the madness surrounding him. Henry thinks very logically and collects all the information he can, often at the risk of his life, what with the monsters that inhabit the Otherworlds. It's important to note that Henry is not a fighter and would rather give care than bludgeon a monster to death. For the latter half of his journey through hell, Henry must escort his neighbor Eileen Galvin whom he finds in poor condition after nearly being beaten to death by Walter Sullivan. Henry's treatment and protection of her are what determine the endings within Silent Hill 4 and his reactions in all of the endings show the value he places in human life.

Henry doesn't connect to other people easily, he doesn't need to seek others out as often. But it doesn't mean he is afraid or dislikes people, rather, he enjoys being alone and left to enjoy his own thoughts, requiring company on a lower level compared to others. Henry can be alone without fearing loneliness but as The Room shows him, there isn't any harm in getting out more and spending time with others, which is what the Escape ending implies he learns when he goes to visit Eileen in the hospital.

He's got a nervous stutter, he pauses mid sentence when he's thinking too deeply, and beneath that leveled expression is a worrier that few people get to see because they've yet to crack the distant Henry involuntarily puts between himself and others. If you can waver the shy, awkward storm that is Henry Townshend, you'll find in him a friend you'll grow quite fond of.

Skills | Powers: Henry is human and has no supernatural abilities, despite being exposed to a supernatural world. He is, however, a photographer, a scrap-booker, and has a case of the logic brain, where he is able to collect and piece together information easily enough.

First Person Sample:

[Audio Initiated.]

[Two minutes passes by before:]

H-Hello? ...I'm looking for information on, wherever this is?

I don't know where the hell I am and... I don't know who is here. I don't think this is a repeat of last time but... oh man.

S-So if anyone is there? I'd really appreciate some answers.

Third Person Sample:

The hospital doesn't smell of cleaning chemicals or antiseptic. Instead the odor that burns his sinuses is foul, sharp and too close to the earthy decayed scent of death. He's been wandering these hallways for hours now, exploring rooms with corpses tucked into hospital beds, sickly stains on tiled floors, in one room a cage had dropped down on him and nearly set his heart slamming through his chest. Luckily the key he'd just picked up remained clenched in his fist, allowing him to free himself but what if he'd been just a step back? Would his arm be missing, his collar bone shattered like glass?

Henry tries not to think about it.

He tries not to think about a lot of things and instead he thinks about Eileen, remembering the medical reports he found, the photographs pinned to the bulletin board.

Eileen, are you even still alive?

There had been a locked room earlier, one that refused to be opened until he got a key and he's in search of it now, has a feeling he needs to see what's on the other side of the door. When it's not haunted wheelchairs wheeling themselves into his way, it's the Patients he finds shuffling from hall to hall, gurgles in their throats and redyellowblack on their skin. They follow him and so he fights back, throws himself away from long limb lunges and slams his weapon back feeling all the while like a frightened animal on the inside while his lips tighten into a steep purse. It falls when he strikes it in the neck, metal pipe echoing a harsh metallic sound back at him. The sound of pain it makes is too human but it's graying skin is too inhuman.

It takes him another hour of searching before he finds the key, two more battered bodies to step over while blood drips down the arm of his sleeve.

When he finds the key he is wheezing from pain, chest too tight from exertion after darting away from a close encounter. When he opens the sealed door that taunted him since he first arrived in this mockery of a hospital, his chest relaxes, flooding with relief.

Eileen.