Cheerful and optimistic, Henry can seem something of an oddity of a dark mage. He's not about the gloom, doesn't care about preserving the cool mystique of the profession; he'll hex you with a smile, talk about the people he's murdered with a laugh--and it's from there that all that good-natured humor breaks down.
It rarely takes more than a few words from him to tell that something's off about Henry. His fascination with violence and death is nothing short of obsession, and his ability to really connect with others is minimal. His laughter is said to be hollow, and his smile fake--both claims he denies and ignores. He's shameless about his attitude, accidentally callous, and views murder as a perfectly good solution to most problems.
But despite these issues, he's capable of an odd (with an emphasis on the "odd") degree of caring, and a slow integration with at least a few select people. And while it's unlikely he'll ever recover to anything resembling normalcy, there's more to him than being only a joking madman.
( and a fetish for bloodshed )
It rarely takes more than a few words from him to tell that something's off about Henry. His fascination with violence and death is nothing short of obsession, and his ability to really connect with others is minimal. His laughter is said to be hollow, and his smile fake--both claims he denies and ignores. He's shameless about his attitude, accidentally callous, and views murder as a perfectly good solution to most problems.
But despite these issues, he's capable of an odd (with an emphasis on the "odd") degree of caring, and a slow integration with at least a few select people. And while it's unlikely he'll ever recover to anything resembling normalcy, there's more to him than being only a joking madman.
( and a fetish for bloodshed )