Born an only child, heir to the modest wealth of the family brewery, Henk enjoyed a quiet but unpersonal upbringing. He was a bright and social child. His parents were hard working people who cared little for benefiting from the fruits of their own labor. Despite this stereotypically protenstant work-ethic, relegion played no role in the household. He was his parents pride and joy, but they showed little affection for his outspoken nature. By extent Henk grew up to be indifferent to wealth and status. Contrary to his parents however he saw no point in providing the effort nessecary to attain them. He was sencerily loved, but had always suspected his father merely loved the person he wanted Henk to be. The emotional distance he felt between himself and his parents led Henk to explore all those things they wasted no time on. His father's attempts at grooming him for succession of the family business merely aggravated his penchant for hedonism. Henk left the house the day he finished highschool and made a point of having as little as possible to do with his family.
Henk wasted most of his early twenties through substance abuse and heavy drinking, spending most nights rambling about the injustices of this world and the intricacies of international politics to anyone who happend to sit beside him at the bar. His upbringing led him to be agnostic, his unchecked hedonism left him a nihilist and he grew more depressed over time. A friend helped him land a modest job at a local newspaper. The voice this gave him, however small, motivated him to clean up his act and over the course of the next few years he rose through the ranks. He landed a position as a foreign correspondent for a national publication. Events seem to have conspired to send him in Chernarus, because besides his own drive to take the next step in his carrier, his Takistani girlfriend's connections gave him an edge over his coworkers when the civil war rolled around in '09.
Henk was caught up in the worst of it. The things he saw scarred him, though he prided himself openly for not being effected by the sight of a dead body. Upon returning he was never quite the same. Neither was his girlfriend. Henk coped with his anxiety through medication, but he and his girlfriend could grew more and more distant. After a year of struggling she left Henk heartbroken, going back to help her family in the reconstruction effort. Henk distracted himself by taking every foreign assignment he could. Along the way he discovered that his anxieties were best managed with alcohol and a morbid sense of humor. By 2017 he was alone and bitter, but was given the opportunity to return to Chernarus for a follow-up story about a farmer from Gvodzno named Oleg. The man was considered a hero by his peers and was by now an aspiring politician. Henk had struck up a friendship with Oleg in '09 because he supplied Rakia to the hotel in Severograd he was operating from. Henk set out for Chernarus confidently, knowing the turf and having a friend with a modicum of power and the naive concept of winning back the woman he never got over.
After two days of being wined and dined by his friend Oleg, things escalated quickly. Things turned grim when the villagers from Nagorno were rounded up and brought to the Severograd highschool. Putting on hold Oleg's story to report on current events Henk came into conflict with the managing authorities. Were it not for Oleg throwing his weight around he might have simply dissappeared in the cover-up.
From this point on Henk has been holed up in Gvodzno, where an inconspicuous barn owned by Oleg and used for storage has provided him with shelter. After two days in the barn Henk woke up to find a few boxes of food and water. The supplies were accompanied by a note from Oleg stating he had contacted the dutch embassy and arranged for his repatriation. Oleg himself was ordered to collect his personal belongings and relocate to Chernogorsk before nightfall. Oleg had managed to keep Henk's presense hidden as he feared for his safety. Henk was to stay put and wait to be collected. Due to the violently unpredictable circumstances there was no clear indication as to when this might be. After a few days of hearing gunshots and bombs going of an eerie silence took over.
Henk lost track of time hiding. He still had a decent amount of food, but had only 2 bottles of water left. Stepping outside he was met with desolation. Upon visiting Oleg's house on the opposite side of the village Henk found his decomposing body laying in a pool of dried blood, his right hand still clasping a revolver with a single empty casing in its cylinder.