give us this DAY, our daily dose of f a u x affliction - forgive our sins, forged at the pulpit with forked tongues selling FAUX sermons. 'cause i am a new wave gospel SHARP, and you'll by thy W I T N E S S.
Adam prided himself on no longer really being part of the Watershed app. There was a sick part of him that was a little bit proud of the work that he did on it, from being someone who, at the time, was relatively unfamiliar with coding and self-taught his way into helping build this incredible feat… so incredible, it’s caused the deaths of at least three people. Adam since then, has only used to the app to somehow try and break the code where it was a permanent feature, hoping he could figure out a way to get it off maybe just his phone specifically, so that he didn’t have to think about it every time he used his device. It sickened him, knowing he participated in something so gruesome. The thought overtook him as he sat in the library, hands folded on top of opposite arms, staring off into space, before someone, by chance, caught his eye, and it pushed him out of his reverie. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare,” he apologized, readily, shoving a headphone in one ear. “Kind of just got lost in Dreamworld for a minute.” *// @prcphcts
She’d always been prideful in her actions - perhaps a bit too prideful, too purposeful - she’d stare at her own reflection, sometimes, in silent praise of herself - that kind of prideful. Like she’d been two steps closer to doing something grand, something unforgettable, and she knew it - Henri held her head high, that way, even when one of her actions - more than one of her actions, many actions with many purposes - resulted in death. Multiple deaths. They were casualties of a war - there were always casualties in wars, even the non-violent ones - there had to be casualties to make progress. Eat or be eaten. Kill or be killed. You were either with the app, or against it - against her, and she had never taken defiance lightly. “Huh?” Henri paused mid-step, tilting her head and adjusting the strap of her tote - planet or plastic? printed on the side, “Oh -” a smile, “- no, like, worries. Didn’t even notice,” she had. “So - like, what’s going on in Dreamworld? Anything interesting?”
ELLE FANNING / CIS FEMALE. — henrietta prophet is really making a name for themselves as a tier 6 shepherd. i think that she is studying economics + communications in their sophomore year at lockwood, living in omega mu. originally from darlington, south carolina, henri is known to be ritzy & magnetic, but can also be intractable & guileful. — james / 20 / est / she/they.
aaaaaand that’s 5/5 intros done !!! woo !! realizing tht henri’s might be my longest as well :/ sry abt that ... all of that just 2 say she’s chaotic evil n a liar ... god ... anyways !!
TW ANIMAL CRUELTY, VOMIT MENTION, BULLYING, VIOLENCE, HIT & RUN, MURDER, DEATH, BODY IMAGE.
a e s t h e t i c s
the struggling flicker of a diamond-encrusted lighter, puppy dog pouts and crocodile tears, a mother’s pearls and her earrings to match, tarnished tennis bracelets soaked in vinegar and baking soda, baby pink stiletto nails, baby pink stiletto heels, furs and leathers and snakeskins, body glitter, reapplying lip gloss three times within ten minutes, biographies of famous war generals, twelve rings and ten fingers, persistent nosebleeds, the twirl of a tennis skirt, swan imagery, marble floors and chandeliers, fuzzy sleeping masks, long sheer robes, each lock of blonde hair methodically curled, practicing expressions in the mirror, spinning many webs.
general info !!
full name: henrietta eloise prophet
nickname(s): henri, etta, hen.
b.o.d. - august 13th, 20 yrs old.
label(s): the baby doll, the hellion, the icarian, the minx, the prevaricator, etc.
height: 5′9″ n she’ll stomp you out with her hooves
hometown: darlington, south carolina
sexuality: mostly straight :// tragic. but she’s also chaotic evil so :/
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biography !!
born in a city entirely too small for her, in a hospital in which she never cried in, and brought home to a four white columns exterior and a perfectly maintained lawn to two, normal, average, relatively well off but nowhere near millionaire status adults.
her father, william, was a simple man who has spent years climbing the ladder as a car parts salesman, only to stay stuck in the same position - same roll, same paycheck - for the past however many years. her mother, audrey, was an accountant at the same bank she visited as a child with her own mother, tiny fists balled up and tugging at the hem of her dress as she made withdraws.
there are no more prophet children, at least between william and audrey - henrietta’s an only child and a spoiled one at that. her parents showered her in gifts and affections - a desperate attempt to subdue her toddler terror years, a plan that worked most occasions.
she’d always been particularly bossy, particularly bratty - in her pink ribbon’d dresses and too puffy skirts, hands on hips and an awfully demanding voice to anyone that dared displease her - whether they were classmates, friends, family, teachers - waiters at restaurants, mommy and daddy’s coworkers. it had once been considered cute, in a way. nothing too concerning.
then she started ripping the wings off of butterflies, sticking them beside her eyes and prancing about - announcing herself the butterfly conqueror. not the butterfly queen, or princess - conqueror. vanquisher. defeater. victor. winner. champion.
she’d play by herself, often - partially in fault to the butterfly accident, which happened at another child’s birthday party - which had her dismissed early from the event, which had henrietta snatching back her carefully wrapped present (and a few, smaller bags - shoved right inside her barbie purse) and stomping out of the backyard.
it was easier to command an army of stuffed animals and barbie dolls than other people, but it hadn’t ever felt the same. playing pretend was never as good as actually doing. she minded being alone. hated it, despised it. so she’d learn to draw people in - small promises of homemade snacks and wearing her favorite tiara instead of herself - little white lies intended to draw people near and dear to her.
an awfully demanding, awfully conniving child whose personality only worsened as she got older. clawing at kids who wanted to be ‘queen’ at play time in kindergarten turned into getting sick, so very unfortunately, onto the dress of another girl for her third grade talent show who dared pick the same song as henrietta.
in middle school she became part of her school’s ‘peer mediator’ program - in which students deal with other student’s conflicts - a terrible, horrible idea. a terrible, horrible idea that henrietta had loved, fed off of. peers came to her, and days later - rumors were spread about the very people seeking comfort.
nothing has ever been off-limits to henrietta. if she wants it, she gets it.
history class entranced her - from the moment she had begun to learn about wars, she’d been obsessed. on her own, she’d research them - the strategies war generals had used, and which ones failed - which ones succeeded. she took the strategies to heart.
because henrietta had never felt like she’d been enough - not in a way that she loathed herself, no - henrietta loved herself. still does. but because her life had never felt enough - her parents were never enough, with all their affection - she always wanted more. more clothes, more toys, more friends, more control. more more more more more.
she always wanted to lead the narrative, to shape her own path - to shape other’s paths, always imagined things different - how she’d change things, if she could, whether they were classroom rules or real life situations. insatiable.
moved to rochester, new york the summer before her freshmen year at high school due to her father switching territories in a desperate attempt to up his paycheck. with her stained reputation ( known for biting classmates, throwing major tantrums, starting rumors, once gave the first clarinet chair bad sushi so she’d be sick during a winter concert in the 7th grade - leaving henri no choice but to take her place as best clarinet player, and other unsettling behaviors ) - henrietta thought it was an excellent decision.
spent the majority of that summer practicing how to speak without her southern drawl - it was cute, she’d admit, but far too predictable. never wanted to be known as a southern belle - just a gal with impeccable taste.
frequented new york city often within that time span, often with her dad’s credit card, and often buying well-made fakes so that she could build upon her identity as someone rich. someone important. someone influential. they couldn’t afford the real deal - so she made do, maxing their card along the way.
got introduced to the internet at a relatively young age, but she never utilized it in a way that benefited herself until she reached high school and realized she wanted to be bigger than big. better than all the girls older than her, a force to be reckon’d with.
got involved on kik in a bout of boredom and spoke to strangers often, mostly ridiculing them as she saw fit. made friends with a few - but enough of them to introduce her into a culture of scamming the creeps she’d run into on the app. how to promise them photos of herself and meet-ups, if only they sent a little bit of cash to aid her.
the money was good - but not consistent, and she’d only been so young - there was more to learn. she needed someone to teach her. and then she met tatiana samuels.
henri doted on tatiana, when they met. a few grades apart - tatiana was in her own world, a world that henri wanted in on - desperately.
she told tatiana many things - told everybody who would listen, many things. how her parents had died a few months previous ( & left her a hefty inheritance ) and she had moved in with her uncle, who she hated, and how she wanted to believe that there was still something good in the world after fate had been so cruel to her family.
tatiana took her under her wing. showed her the ropes, how to lure boys in and how to ignore the taste of certain liquors, and how to leave some stores wearing more layers than you had on going in.
henri still wanted more - and she had formed her own group of friends, twisted them around her finger so they’d never question her. still itched for something grand. something tatiana couldn’t give her. she could shoplift as much as she’d like, steal from her friends and seduce creeps online - but she was bored, and restless, and desperately trying to plan her next steps.
they stopped talking as frequently once tatiana had graduated - and then, they stopped speaking all together. this never bothered henri.
then during henri’s sophomore year came the whispers of something new. something that sparked her interest - something that she hadn’t been meant to overhear, but she had, and wanted in on.
watershed.
she wasn’t a coder, had no part in programming the app - she hadn’t even been one of the originals behind the app, just a girl in the right place at the right time - with the right ideas and the ability to be underestimated - an ability that was more often than not useful. it became another obsession of hers - much like wars, it captivated her interest.
she’s been involved with the app since 2016 - mostly out of self-interest, as she’s a girl with a lot of secrets, and a lot to lose.
the rest of high school was a blur - she’d gotten a lead in the musical after an unfortunate accident involving the lead, leaving her in a neck brace and henri, her dutiful understudy, to take on the role herself. a nasty rumor had spread about the head cheerleader during henri’s senior year - causing the girl to transfer and henri to take her place, as what was only right. both merely just coincidences that had worked in her favor.
( one fateful spring break, her senior year - henri and her gal pals had gone on a trip to california to shop, party, and celebrity hunt. all expenses paid via credit card. it was cut short after a particular accident which involved attempting to break into a celebrity’s home and fleeing the scene - henri taking the wheel and maybe, just maybe, committing an awful hit and run - and them all leaving to new york the next day. as far as those girls know - they were blackmailed into silence by someone on the app. and maybe henri has something to do with that, as well. )
lockwood was the obvious choice for her. tatiana died her freshmen year - and it was tragic, truthfully - and she shed a tear at her funeral, after all of it had been done, but no more than one, and no more after that.
personality !!
she’s an economics / communications major though she takes a lot of business / political / history related classes as well on the side. she likes to be well-rounded and educated.
still pretty obsessed w/ wars … has two twin balinese cats named napoleon & hannibal and they roam around omega mu.
a cheerleader, on the student government council, in debate, a newspaper writer, and in several sports (tennis, for one). she likes to be very involved - and likes to be very in control of what she’s involved in. needless to say she’s got a major role in each extracurricular of hers.
puts on a very kind, very friendly - helpful, maybe, if not a little eager to please personality. polite and the tiniest bit stern when it comes to school. she’ll walk you to your classes if you’re new, and leaves with fifty new facts about you while you know nearly nothing about her.
just … very clearly magnetic & charismatic & able to captivate and hold someone’s attention for a long while. rly charming :/ i guess :/ an interesting person to talk to b/c she always has a story to tell.
but she has motives for everything she does and it’s all an act - she’s very ambitious, very manipulative, and very well known for being just the opposite of that.
if anything - she tries to come off a little ditzy at times - a little giggly, while still retaining some semblance of elegance and respect. tries to radiate warmth without actually having to be so.
she’s often distant - very emotionally unavailable, none of her relationships have been long term - but there’s a lot of them, and if there is a social event then she will be there, undoubtedly, with a date on her arm.
learned from tatiana herself how to lead others on - she’s very good at making others feel important and like they have a place in her life - when henri often feels the opposite about them.
somehow manages to be seen doing charity work, or helping with fundraisers, and generally being a very involved student - whether it’s written in the college newspaper or photographed - without doing much work at all.
speaking of the college newspaper - she has an anonymous advice column where she gives purposely terrible advice under the guise of being something helpful, and well-meaning. her name is miss antoinette.
likes to be in control, and when it’s taken from her it’s always a shock - puts her on edge, and though she tries very hard to keep things under control, she’s frequently brimming with anger.
kind of person to scream when she’s alone - throws & breaks shit, a full out violent display - a tantrum meant for a toddler, in the body of a twenty year old.
the closer you become to her - or the closer you think you’re becoming - the more unsettling she seems to be. how unrealistic, almost. if you focus, you can start to pinpoint where her real laugh ends and her fake laugh begins.
has had … moments that were not her proudest - that involve her threatening someone with a sparkling pink pocket knife. mostly irritants, and after much provoking - and thankfully not in public.
she’s also incredibly stubborn - it’s near impossible to move her, or shift her opinion. always has to have her way and hates being told no.
looks out for only herself and no one else. if it comes down to it - she’ll gladly leave everybody else in the dust, especially if it means she advances.
very destructive - doesn’t hesitate to use gossip or rumors against others. has blackmailed others via the watershed app before, and will likely do so again. tends to end up using the things people tell her against them. very prone to guilt-tripping and turning tables.
her favorite color is pink & you won’t forget it. essentially evil elle woods. only wears shades of pink, and cream & white. & champagne & rose gold & metallics. will only resort to other colors in moments of absolute desperation - and even then, they’re always pastels.
big fan of fur and diamonds and pearls - everything finer in life. owns mostly designer items & flaunts them while trying to look like she’s not flaunting it.
like … she wears a lot of fur coats, and shawls ?? and dresses & skirts and heels, like she’s always dressed like she’s going to go to some big event sometime soon.
sleeps with an eye mask & a white noise machine. insists on getting 9 hours of sleep and will be incredibly grumpy without those 9 hours. spends a good amount of time on her skincare routine - like how in the marvelous ms. maisel, maisel would wake up before her husband to do her makeup and her hair and then go back to sleep right before he woke up ?? and how she’d measure herself constantly ?? that’s sort of how henrietta functions. cue american psycho morning routine monologue.
speaking of sleep … she has really weird n bizarre n frankly. just. off-putting dreams that feel like glimpses of a different reality but they just so happen to be her favorite part of her day. :/
is just … really obsessed with herself. huge ego - if she catches herself in the reflection of anything, whether it’s a window or a mirror, she’ll spend some time looking at herself for … longer than she should.
still has a nasty habit of scamming men online, though she’s delved into other websites & uses a few of the watershed functions to her benefit. pretty much constantly has money because of it.
very big into parties, though she tries her hardest to not go overboard. prefers to be able to make thought out decisions - though there have been times where she’s gone too far.
as i’m sure you can tell by now - henrietta is a very big liar. a hypocrite, too. will tell people not to do things for their best interest, then goes and does them. still tells people her parents are dead when they’re ?? very much alive ??
frankly just lies about her childhood a lot in general, even though it wasn’t terrible.
does this … thing … where if she catches wind that someone has lived close to her hometown she’ll :/ harass them on the watershed app and basically :/ just spread gossip about them until they’re firmly ostracized & away from her.
hooks up with quite a few guys but she has this … thing where she makes them think they’re special because she’s letting them sleep with her and she’s ‘very selective’ but frankly. she both is, and isn’t.
admittedly the jealous type, but also overall avoids catching feelings because she hates the distraction.
she has … emotions, somewhere, but she’s always been the type to bury them and pretend they don’t exist, even when she simultaneously acts like she does have them ??
just … a mess, overall !!
i’m sure there’s more abt her bt frankly i’m tired JSNDKFG
connections to the victims !!
tatiana samuels / her mentor. they met when henri was a freshmen in high school & tatiana was a senior, and tatiana was the one who showed henri the ropes. some of her best tricks are because of tatiana. they became distant after tatiana’s graduation, however.
george craig iii / close friends during high school, if only because of tatiana. but like her, their friendship also became distant once george had graduated high school and they hadn’t spoken much after that.
hana williams / one-sided hatred, henri hated hana and didn’t believe she was a genuine person due to hana’s outright cheerfulness. hana didn’t know this.
christoph wainwright / fellow shepherd, they knew each other almost exclusively through the app. he did her dirty work for her.
wanted connections !!
alright … friends. particularly friends who don’t suspect her to be anything other than who she portrays herself to be ( a very school-involved, well-rounded, friendly gal ).
but then … a close friend, near and dear to her, who has seen the considerably … worse parts of her, but not all of it. who knows that she’s not just another giggling gal pal - but not the full extent of it.
someone who just. gets on her nerves & annoys her to no end. someone she’s threatened with violence before.
fwbs & one night stands - casual hook-ups.
party buddies.
people she went to high school with & are familiar with her past involving tatiana.
someone from her childhood :/ just one person who knows that henri is not all sugar & spice.
others who are suspicious of henri’s supposedly good nature - whether they’ve witnessed something they shouldn’t have, or they think her vibes are off.
fellow shepherds. shepherds she’s using. any fellow tier 6s out there ??
teammates from tennis, or cheerleading.
or others involved in the same extracurriculars she’s in.
someone she’s manipulating for whatever reason. maybe multiple people.
full blown enemies where she just can’t hold back.
someone who is just as destructive as she is & they wreck havoc together when they’re off campus.
“..the news is that this whole thing is possibly a cult?” he was asking no one in particular of course. “my mom is going to kill me.” he really should of thought this through. maybe it wasn’t too late to transfer somewhere else. “indulge me. what do your parents think of all of this?” maybe he can use something to tell his mom when she calls next or when he calls her. now he just wants to call her.
“possibly, maybe - “ she replied with a shrug of her shoulders, eyes glancing up from her phone towards him - then back at her phone, then back at him again, “ - technology and cults don’t really mesh well in my brain, but then again ... isn’t scientology about, like, science - or something? it’s like a new-new age religion.” henri slid her phone back into her pocket, eventually - arms folding in an automatic stance, “i don’t think my uncle cares much at all, in all honesty - and i think that’s for the best, anyway. i’m not going to let someone’s sick game interfere with my education, that’s like - stupid, or something. would you?”
“What — So you’re not picking me up?” Evelyn complained, phone held to her ear outside the night club she’d decided to spend a few hours in. In her angel costume, she was freezing, but she didn’t let it show save for a subtle shiver. “Dad, I don’t — Even if I had my car, I couldn’t drive,” she insisted. Instead of saying goodbye, she just hung up, stuffing her phone into her furry icy white backpack that she’d likely throw out when she took the costume off. Turning around and coming face to face with someone, she was startled at first but quickly recovered. “Do you have a smoke, by chance? Lighter, too?”
Eavesdropping on conversations was a nasty habit of Henri’s - but she couldn’t help it, really - she was drawn to the thrill of listening in, liked to imagine herself as a spy collecting intel. Most of the time it’d been little nothings, but sometimes she’d find herself in a gold mine - her terrible habit becoming one of her favorite assets. “’Course, they’re only essentials,” an amused smile had slipped through at Evelyn’s startle, producing her pack of cigarettes from the pocket of her fur coat and flicking the top open as she held it out towards the other, “Lighter should be in there, too - it’s bedazzled, you can’t miss it.” She had been dressed as Daisy Buchanan - for the most part, though she probably looked just like an ordinary flapper girl to others - Henri knew her own intentions and that’d been enough; the glimmer of her dress peaking out from beneath her coat. “Do you need an Uber, too? Mine should be on it’s way.”
