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Harry Wells
Character information
  1. Alias
    The President
  2. Mental
    Broken and Unsocialised
  3. Morale
    Low but happy to be out in the world
  4. Date of birth
    2005-07-24 (14 years old)
  5. Place of birth
  6. Nationality
  7. Ethnicity
  8. Languages
    English , Chernarussian
  9. Family
    Wilson Wells - Brother
  10. Religion


  1. Height
    143 cm
  2. Weight
    26 kg
  3. Build
  4. Hair
    Brown unkept short hair
  5. Eyes
  6. Alignment
    Chaotic Neutral
  7. Features
    Scars and burns on his body from years of living in an abusive home.
  8. Equipment
    A teddy bear named Stuart and a Shovel
  9. Occupation
  10. Affiliation
  11. Role


Harry grew up in a troubled house with his Mother , Father and brother Wilson. Every day he dreamt of going outside and being with everyone he could see through his small bedroom window. His Mother assured him that he didnt need to be with such beings that are lesser than him and that being at home with her was the safest place for him. All seemed perfect and loving for Harry and Wilson.. That was until their Mother became increasingly violent due to her own abuse she was suffering at the hands of her husband.
Harry had to hear and sometimes watch his Father assault his Mother with various household objects varying from Brooms to Frying pans and sometimes a sharpened walking stick. When he finally grew enough confidence to ask his father the reasons behind all of the abusive behavior to his mother.. he was in turn greeted with the back of his fathers hand and told "The BITCH deserves everything she gets you little shit" . Not knowing any better as he had never been schooled by anyone other than his parents Harry began to associate the words around him with the violent events. He began to call his Mother what his father had told him too, Which initially led to her becoming ever more violent and abusive to Harry.
She would beat him to unconsciousness.. each time a little piece of his sanity would slip away.. Harry would stare out of his small window.. but now instead of seeing beauty in the world that he once wanted to explore.. he now saw hate.. Butterflies would land on his window ledge and instantly be swatted by his scarred bloody hand..
Harry became more recluse in his own little world.. resenting his family and existence..He began to spend every moment of his days with his one and only friend.. Stuart..
So began that fateful week that would change his life forever..
His mother now full of a rage that could not be sated by her beatings of Harry decided enough was enough.. She took one of her husbands empty whiskey bottles and smashed it over his head while he slept.. she then proceeded to stab him repeatedly in the throat with the shattered glass until nothing was left but a limp bloodied body.
The following day she woke Harry and Wilson in a drunken rage .. demanding they help her bury their father.. they all went outside.. the first time in Harry's adult life that he had felt the heat of sunshine upon his broken skin. He began to dig a hole in the yard as instructed by his mother.. He dug a mere 2 feet before she brushed him aside impatiently to inspect the progress. Furious with the pace of which Harry and Wilson were going at their task , she slapped them with such force it took them off of their feet.. when Harry raised himself up he flinched for the next blow to the face.. but it never came.. he opens his eyes to witness his mother manically clawing at the dirt like an animal.. seeing this was a realisation to Harry that she was nothing anymore.. she was weak.. lost.. unable to protect him in the ways she had done.. he silently takes the shovel from the floor.. creeps up on his crazed mother..
and with the force of years of anguish and hatred.. embeds it into the back of her head..The satisfying crunch of bone brought a smile to Harry's face.. as he began to cackle uncontrobably.. he looked around for Wilson.. but he was no where to be seen.
Alone now in the world .. Harry must find how to survive without the apron strings of his mother..
Harry met someone that made him feel loved and special for the first time in his life.. Shelby Shemale
A strange bond is formed.. as the pair become close friends.. and begin their search together.. for clues !

Many weeks pass as  his search led him south during which he stumbles upon groups of dangerous looking strangers dressed head to toe in black tactical gear, he knew they were not government or too serious as they were wearing purple polka-dot face masks and bright white sneakers. "How do they keep those shoes so clean" he thought to himself. Evading the group that he from then on refers to as "the goon squad" Harry continues south , surviving on berries and interesting flora and fungi he manages to forage along the way. 

Weeks turn into months and months into years as Harry begins to give up hope, he is forced to work for food as starvation and desperation settles in. He stumbles upon a group of British people that work out of an old green house set in the foothills of Green Mountain. These Yorkshiremen employ Harry as their would-be Mascot / Teaboy. His main duties included chasing people away as a make shift guard dog, little did people know that my bark was much worse than my bite. I was scared shitless, each day living in fear of my employers, sure they seemed nice enough but they had that dangerous snap of violence that could pop up at any moment.

I manage to break my contract as Mascot/guard dog /vice deputy sub assistant teaboy when the men happen upon a newer fancy. This new guy was everything they wanted. He could cook boiled eggs. A skill I was envious of but I would never show it.. they must never know how pissed off I was to be replaced in such a way by such a talent. 

I continued my journey , this time not in search of my original goal but to find others that could help me survive.. I enjoyed being the teaboy for the men and wanted to expand my horizons in said field. Unfortunately for me the world is angry and dangerous.. maybe living on an island nice and safe with people calmly drinking my tea.. yes.. that would be the life.. if only I could find it..

My story continues..





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