Harvey Carver

[Harvey Carver]

Harvey Carver
PLAYED BY :(Gary Oldman)

THE CHARACTER
FULL NAME: Harvey Valentine Carver
NICK NAMES: Two Face or Carver
PREFERRED NAME: Harvey
AGE: 36
GENDER:male
OCCUPATION: Historian Admitted Psych patient
HOME REGION:Northeast
PREFERRED WEAPONS: a carving knife

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Harvey is an aged man, who looks years older than his thirty six years. Life has been hard on Harvey who has done what he could to survive and found himself struggling to do so. Six feet tall with a slim muscular build, he is obviously the bookworm type. Large blue eyes make him seem perpetually perplexed and when he wears glasses the image is only magnified. His hair is worn short to medium length, the cut or style not of importance to a man who has other things on his mind. Worry wrinkles have formed at the corners of his eyes and his mouth, and he bites his lower lip as he thinks. Another twitch is the constant urge to smooth his short beard, as if the hairs might be out of place. His hands are well calloused, permanently stained by ink and dirt, and always moving as if he is doing something with them.

When Harvey is having an episode he does not walk, he scurries. He moves in spurts of speed, constantly looking around as if something could attack him at any moment. He exudes a nervous energy most people find distasteful until they find out about his condition. However, when Harvey is in a moment of sanity there is an air of intelligence and confidence about him. He stands straight, holds himself like he knows things and is the total opposite of ‘deranged’ Harvey. Normal Harvey is a man who get things done, who is respectful and polite and knows what reality is. Normal Harvey wears cleans clothes, properly worn and grooms himself like the professional he used to be. ‘Deranged’ Harvey is another matter entirely. His clothes will be dirty, he may be wearing things improperly and forget grooming himself. It really seems like he is two different people.


PERSONALITY: Harvey has two different personalities. Normal Harvey is when he is on his medications, then he is soft spoken, polite, and respectful. On his medications, Harvey is a literary and historical genius, a historian of unsurpassed skill. His students love him because he can bring the past alive with his knack for re-enactments and an ability to make a good joke. Though he does not stand up for himself, this Harvey has no enemies. He also has very little flaws aside from being a loner, an academic, and a slight push-over. But sadly, Normal Harvey is about to become a thing of the past.

The other side of Harvey is the paranoid schizophrenic who believes in conspiracy theories and will spiral out of control in an attempt to prove his theories correct. Being a historian he has access to histories and with his genus and reenactment skills he can twist the facts to support any theory he currently has. This Harvey is not polite or respectful, he has no care for someone else’s opinions and in fact generally believes anyone who is not agreeing with him is out to get him. This Harvey can be rude, pretentious and quite dirty minded. He will say and do things that make you question who he really is. This Harvey has no idea the things he does are wrong because he sees these things as a way to survive.

LIKES

• History
  
• Dogs
  
• A Good Joke
  
• Strawberry Ice Cream
  
• Anatomy
  

DISLIKES

• the government
  
• blonde haired, pretty women
  
• nervous people
  
• Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream
  
• loud noises
  

HISTORY BEFORE: Harvey was diagnosed as a schizophrenic when he was just fifteen years old, up to that point he was a normal, slightly more intelligent, young man. He grew up wanting to hunt for dinosaurs but that passion quickly changed into studying ancient histories. Harvey wanted to know how people survived the rise and fall of empires and kingdoms, what changed during these tumultuous times and what remained the same. How did society and the way of life survive when the governments rose and fell? To that end he spent a lot of time in the local library, reading histories and biographies and forgoing the pleasure of football and baseball after school. He was an exemplary student, scoring high marks which prompted him to move two grades ahead of his peers. At fifteen he was already a senior in high school and had been accepted to Columbia University.

It started small, the schizophrenia. It started with simply talking to the air around him as if there were people there. He would argue the virtues of this society over that society, waiting for answers and reacting as if he had gotten them, replying with emotion and fervor. Fellow students thought it was just a process for him, a way to study and pass college level classes while being so young. Of course that opinion slowly began to change as the weeks crawled past. It may have started with just talking to the air, but then Harvey began to open doors, buy lunch and save seats for the people he talked to. The quality of his work began to slip and began to go off topic, with slight blurbs about this or that cover up. His professors began to worry but no one did anything until Harvey, at fifteen, beat up one of the school’s security guards for not letting Harvey into a building at midnight. He was incarcerated in jail and due to the circumstances given a psychiatric evaluation. It did not take long for him to be diagnosed with mild schizophrenia. Mild was not even the word to describe it.

He was institutionalized so he could be put on a medication regimen and go through therapy. It was at this time the other side of Harvey began to come out. While in the mental hospital, Harvey found himself becoming violent towards those who did not believe what he said. He found it difficult to trust the nurses and doctors, believing they were out to get him. The medication was poison, the hospital was really a prison. His parents tried to talk to him, tried to get him to see reason, but they were in on the conspiracy. He tried to escape just after his seventeenth birthday, he locked his nurse in a closet, stole the guy’s keys and access badge. He made it to the parking lot before security managed to catch him.He stabbed one guy with a scalpel and broke a few bones before he was sedated. He was put in restraints and forced to take his medication. While medicated the voices, which had told him all about the conspiracy theories and those people out to get him, faded away, leaving Harvey once more in control of his body. Another year of therapy while medicated and the hospital said he could be released back into normal society.

Life was better for Harvey once he was released, now eighteen, he was able to re-enroll into college and pick up where he left off. He was now of an age with other kids so he began to make a few friends as he went about his classes, this time at New York University. As a returning freshmen he met his future wife, Ella Hershing a fellow history major. In Ella he found a support he had been lacking for a few years, his relationship with his parents was strained due to his institutionalization. He told Ella about that period of his life and she simply accepted it and promised she would do what she could to support him and keep him from that. They dated for two and a half years, long enough for Harvey to graduate, then they were married. Harvey took a teaching job at a high school while Ella finished her degree. Once she was finished the two of them moved to California so Harvey could get his master’s Once Harvey had his masters, they moved to England so he could his doctorate. These seven years were good for Harvey, he was medicated, he did well in therapy and he had Ella, who he trusted completely.

In England Ella and he became parents to the cutest baby girl anyone had ever seen, Emma Jean. She literally took Harvey’s breathe away, she became his world. He finished his doctorate, published a book or two and then the little family moved to New York so Harvey could do research and teach in New York City. Then came tragedy. Ella developed ovarian cancer, had to have a radical hysterectomy and radiation but she survived. But during this time, Harvey went off his meds he was that worried about his wife. And the voices returned. He was just shy of thirty when all of this happened. For a while he hid the fact that he was off his meds, everything was calm on the surface. Underneath the voices began to tell him that Ella had gotten cancer because of him, because of what he knew. Emma would be next. He tried hard not to believe them, but then Emma broke her arm falling out of a tree and he began to think the voices might actually be right. He became withdrawn, stopped going to work, stopping working on his book and even began to push Ella away. He would only talk to Emma, but being so young she thought it was all fun and games and make believe. Then Ella did the worst thing she could have done.

Ella went to his doctors, telling them that Harvey was off his meds, that he needed to be institutionalized and put back on his meds. Harvey refused, he had done nothing wrong and those SOBs were not going to take him so the government could experiment on him. If Ella tried to get him hospitalized he would take Emma and leave her. On and on this went for months as Harvey’s mental state became worse. Then Ella pushed too hard. Harvey came out of his office one night to find bags packed and Emma in the car. Ella was talking to someone on the phone about how she had to leave, she was taking Emma, they were going to her mother’s. The voices told Harvey Ella was going to hurt his daughter, was in on the theories, was trying to hurt him. He saw it as a matter of survival, so he calmly walked to the kitchen, grabbed a knife and stabbed his wife several times. He cleaned himself up, took the bags to the car where Emma was and told her he was taking her to Disney World.

They never made it to Disney, they were caught in Virginia. Harvey was arrested for the murder of his wife and Emma as sent to live with her grandparents. Harvey was found insane, he did not think he had done nothing wrong in killing his wife, she had been trying to hurt him afterall. On the recommendations of his peers, past doctors and some friends Harvey was placed in Harmony Home, a rehabilitation hospital for the criminally insane. If he ever got out of there, it would be because Harvey had come to realize he had done something wrong, but everyone from judge to jury knew Harvey would never leave Harmony Home.

DURING APOCALYPSE: Harvey was not exactly a model patient but he was not the worse either. Medicated Harvey grieved for his wife, but the voices never really went away after her death. He just descended into a pit of madness that had a rope of sanity dangling in it. He was a loner, the voices in his head providing all the company he needed. He was rarely violent but when he was it was brutal and quick, the potential for death always surrounding him. He took his meds and went to therapy but his fears about the conspiracy theories just kept him in Harmony Home. The only thing that kept his rope of sanity was Emma, she came to visit him at Christmas every year, and wrote him letters once a month. She was the light of his life, the only thing that kept him from becoming violent towards his self. And this went on for years.

It was shortly after his thirty fifth birthday that the outside world began to change. It started quietly, news reports of strange attacks, of people becoming sick. Things that did little to disturb Harmony Home, well until one of those zombies came in as a patient. Early on people thought it was a mental condition, and this guy, for he had never been identified with a name, was brought to Harmony Home for therapy. Of course no one could get near him but they tried, Lord love them they tried. The night they brought the zombie in, Harvey snuck down to his door, curious about the new inmate. He discovered something, he could talk to it. The zombie told him all about the government’s secret plan to destroy Harvey, how the zombie had been brought here to kill Harvey because Harvey knew. Scared about the creature in the cell, Harvey returned to his room and began to plot his escape. Two days later the hospital staff killed the zombie but it was already too late for Harvey. The world had gotten worse and Harvey believed he was getting the blame.

So he escaped. And no one tried to stop him. The staff was too worried about their personal lives to try and keep patients in line and in the building. If patients wanted to leave in the wake of what was going on outside, then it was on the patients. Harvey stole enough of his medicine to keep himself semi-sane for three months, made sure to write down what he was on just in case, packed a laundry bag of clothes, stole a kitchen knife and simply walked out the door after midnight. He was going to go to his daughter, to protect her from the zombies out to kill him when he realized that by staying away until the zombies were dead he was protecting her. He walked into a Wal-mart, filled a grocery cart up with clothes, food and a bag to carry it in. Harvey then wheeled the cart into the back, filled the bag with everything and walked out the loading bay doors with no one the wiser. He had some money left in his bank account, it had sat there since he had been arrested, so he bought a cheap little truck and started looking for a place to hole up.

ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE:

Jamie smiled, ”Kids are great, with salt and butter”. Her chocolate brown eyes sparkled humorously, her mother had said that when Jamie had told her about the pregnancy, A grandkid, I will have salt and butter to go with him, her laugh had been like bells over the phone. It had made Jamie feel better about the whole situation at a time when she had been upset. She had always had a good sense of humor, you had to have one when you grew up on the reservation or you would cry, and her family did not cry. Admittedly sometimes Jamie’s humor could get skewed but she was an artist so it was only to be expected.
”Thank you”, she said when Ivrick opened the door for her. She looked over the spare tires in the back before setting her backpack down where it would not be in the way. She adjusted the rifle in her lap once she was settled into the seat, no sense in putting it somewhere she could not reach it quickly. Lord knows she might need it in a pinch. Jamie shook her head, then decided to explain something to Ivrick.
”I was going home from Albuquerque about three weeks ago when I blew two tires on my car. I was in the desert and could not get reception so I started walking. In my family”, saying people always made her feel like an outsider so she referred to her tribe as ‘family’, we go on vision quests, where we don’t eat or drink and we walk into the desert so the Lord can send us visions about decisions affecting our lives”. She went quite for a moment, wondering if Ivrick would say something about the mystic-ness of the vision quest thing. ”I sorta had one after about two days of wandering. I saw an eagle land on my feet before it circled overhead and flew into the sun where it disappeared. Then, in the eagle’s path, roses began to grow, the blooms always opening towards the east so that I could not see what color the petals were. I was found my some people heading my direction and they took me home”, which is where she discovered her parents dead. Her father had left her a note telling her to trust her instincts.
”So”, she shrugged, pulling her hair back with a tie the eagle feather hanging loose against her shoulder with no hair to hide it, ”I came east. I have had a nagging feeling to move east until you offered me a ride. Now I feel like my path is my own again. I do not know if I will stay with you but for now, I will travel with you and see what happens. Perhaps I was supposed to meet you for some other purpose”. There it was all out in the open, Ivrick could call her crazy or not, demand she get out of the car. It was hard for people to understand Jamie and her family, even the family she was not related too. The cultures and beliefs were so different it could cause tension and even fear.
”And the music is fine”,, Jamie said, turning her camera on and aiming the lenses at the departing city. She did not have much taste in music so whatever was generally on the radio was what was on the radio. She was more visually aware of her world than anything else. She would need new batteries soon, but she had plenty in her pack, it was easy to find camera stuff, it was not a survival necessity. She had plenty of blank memory chips for photos and plenty of batteries as well, but no equipment to look at the pictures beyond the digital screen of her camera, and no way to print them off. Still just keeping up with them was more than enough for now.
”I just need to find a safe place, though I have a few months before it becomes a must have. But ideas are never a bad thing to have”.

PLANS: I don’t really know what will happen with Harvey. He is just here for the fun!
ANYTHING ELSE?: well he is gonna go off his meds at some point

ABOUT THE AUTHOR
GO BY: ZiSparklesaurus
ROLEPLAY LEVEL: Awesome
HOW DID YOU FIND US?:Second star to the right and straight on until morning
PASSWORD:*****
TIME ZONE:Central

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