Subject Name: Harold Bane
Birthday: 1st February 1945
Time of Birth: 18:45
Age: 30
Height: 6'0
Weight: 180lbs
Appearance: Brown hair, Auburn Brown eyes, Ginger beard
Blood Type: A-
Parents: Martha Bane, Ben Bane
Siblings: Myer Bane, Isaac Bane, Amelia Bane, Sophie Bane
Personality: Sympathetic, Emotional, Stoic (when needed), Protective
Background
Harold's family has been around since the 800s. His family originated from Nordic Vikings and has continued to populate all over the world. His cousins are located across many countries, such as the United Kingdom, Canada, Ireland, and Norway. His Father (Ben Bane) served during the Second World War and was an incredibly famous general, even being awarded The Medal of Honour for his bravery and comradery. His mother (Martha Bane) was the daughter of a middle-class businessman, whom his father had taken over after they had been married. Harold had taken over that business after when he was twenty.
Childhood
As a child, Harold had a lot of expectations and burdens to carry. The immense pressure of following his father's success had made it so that he didn't have time to focus on his own personal passions. As a child, he had been enlisted to join the army by his father when he turned eighteen. Harold had always been a compassionate person, hating violence and always advocating for peace. He always had a dream to help not kill and so hated anything to do with the army. He had attended the normal education system, but he knew that none of it mattered as he would soon have to spend most of his life fighting.
When Harold turned ten, his mother had given birth to twins. This sparked a changing point for Harold. As the arrival of siblings, he steered into a much more protective kind. Still hating the army, he decided that he would instead focus on the business aspect of life as he had always loved studying about marketing and managing companies. All for the sake of providing and caring for his own siblings.
Teens
When Harold was in his teenage years, he attended a lot of lectures and talks about the business industry. His eyes were always glued to the knowledge he had learnt, writing down every single sentence he could find. In middle school, he steered away from the traditional subjects and poured all his focus onto business studies. As he approached high school, he had chosen to drop out of the majority of his subjects and focus on anything related to business.
As he had expected, his father did not approve of such an act, believing that a man should be out in the field fighting for his nation and not sitting in a chair for the rest of his life. Paying no heed to his father's remarks (as well as the remarks of the community), Harold plunged forth into the world of business and economics. Whilst also learning more about business, Harold ensured that he would not miss out on any time to bond with his siblings.
Playing catch, or tag as they grew up, was the norm. He held them remarkably close to his heart and always ran to their aid. Dealing with twins was unusual at first because of the uneasy similarities, but these twins were special. Their brain waves matched perfectly, making it so that what one thought the other would also think. A type of telepathy is what I would call it.
Side note- I would have loved to investigate more about this phenomenon and experimented on the twins as well.
When Harold had turned eighteen, he had decided to confront his father about the decision that was taken on his life all those years ago. Unsurprisingly, his father lashed out, beating him continuously and shouting at him for even thinking such a thing. But Harold remained firm and knew what he wanted.
"I don't want to die. Not for some country that has never considered my own feelings, my own emotions, my own wants and needs. When the time comes for me to lay down my life, it will be for my family, not for a land that changes every year. What I want is to be able to provide for my family and help those in need. I want to be a kind person. Someone who people look at with smiles due to kindness and not bravery. And no one can change my mind."
After his father had heard this, he walked away, leaving Harold in his own blood.
Twenties
When Harold turned twenty, his mother had given birth to another pair of twins, but this time, girls. Unlike the brothers, these two were fairly ordinary with no remarkable traits or talents. Harold and Ben had not spoken for a couple of years, but that did not stop or waver Harold from accomplishing his goal. He left his family behind and reached for the stars.
At twenty-two, he had created a successful business that aimed at helping those with mental issues and diseases. Harold also leaned into more psychological aspects of the business so that he could increase the variety. IN a few months, he had reached millions of dollars in wealth, and that continued to grow. By the time he was twenty-five, Harold had become increasingly wealthy and famous. Everyone knew his name.
Around his early twenties, he had married and soon after had children. Returning back home, after accumulating all this wealth and fame, he proved to his father that he had made it. Reluctantly, they were able to mend their ways, and Harold had gotten his happy ending.
Now
Harold has gone through various challenges, both mental and physical. For Harold, I have noticed that his mind can be shattered quite easily, making it less fun to use much more mental trauma for him. That is why the dreams he has had have been much more physically challenging as well as physically challenging situations in real life. Mix that with sprinkles of mental trauma, and that makes Harold much easier to shape to my desire.
I had intentionally placed a dream with him and his wife so that he could increase his morale and gain hope. Using that hope, he was able to survive the falling rocks and dangerous currents until meeting Jolynn (another hope obstacle). When someone is fuelled with hope, they are able to achieve remarkable accomplishments that would not be possible in any other mood. Now, I shall allow Harold to linger with that hope as he holds it tightly before crushing it in one swoop. Immediately losing something is much more devastating than prolonged exposure because people understand that they had no chance of winning. Thus, hope turns into despair.
Harold is particularly unique. Unlike the intellect of Jolynn and the monster analysis of Annabeth, Harold doesn't have anything beneficial apart from his brute strength to aid him in this place. For that reason, using a different method is much more appropriate. I have been succumbing Harold to a ton of physically enduring dreams, but now I shall switch it. I need his mental state to begin to waver, and when the time is right, his physicality will drop with it. A perfect blend.
Onto another state of affairs is the unusual behaviours that are occurring in the dream realm. The first instance was Annabeth's unaccounted dream sequence. During that time, the door to my office had been locked, and no one was able to enter. For Annabeth to have fallen into a dream and for me to be unable to peak into said dream is only something they could be capable of. Which begs the question.
Why? They had granted me these powers and told me they would not interfere in my matters and only watch from afar. I am entirely certain that they are beings that stick to their words. So, cancelling out the chance that they broke the vow, I have more options that I could conclude to.
Firstly, perhaps I have broken the contract in some ways. They specifically told me that if the powers that they had given me were used to attack them back, they would strip it off me and end my life. This is a plausible solution, but it is wrong for two reasons. Why would they not just take the powers off me and why am I still alive? It would be easier for them to come in and take back this ability and end my life with a click of a finger, but to dance around danger is something they would not willingly do. From the small talks that I have had with them, they are awfully cautious even though they are incredibly powerful. So that explanation is wrong.
Secondly, I may have lost control of my powers from time to time, and so the people I have placed in them have been transported out of my reach. I, for one, do not accept this. For the power and knowledge that I possess, such a careless error is devoid of my prowess. Not in a million years would I make such a mistake. And so, I shall be writing off this explanation as well.
Lastly, maybe it has something to do with my participants. More specifically, Jolynn. Somehow, she has been able to appear in both Annabeth and Harold's dreams without me placing her there. This was first seen when Annabeth was placed in her first dream where Jolynn had strolled by triggering her remembrance of what had happened. And now, for Harold, she has also made an appearance.
Of course, that is only a fake version of Jolynn. Is it? Surely. She would not be able to purposefully throw herself into dreams like that. It is not possible. So that means that her consciousness, somehow, has been planted into Annabeth and Harold's minds, and so she is able to appear in their dreams. The only problem is that it is random and can not be accounted for. I must look into this much more as this could interfere with my experiments.
What a marvellous human Jolynn is! I was right to choose these three. For the past month, I have been having nonstop fun and excitement as I watch them struggle and despair, trying to cling onto any hope or happiness they can. They crawl towards freedom like worms and toss aside their humanity and succumb to savagery to escape such torment. Some even give up their mind and body to others for the sake of companionship. Other for love and maybe even some for family. These brief few months have been more memorable than the majority of my life. I truly can't wait for what is to come next. Now, it is time to move on to phase two of my plans. I shall see you all next time.
Goodbye!
8th August
I am writing a quick entry into my diary for a small reason. Before that, how do you all do? It had been quite some time since we had last conversed privately. I have any things I would love to say to you all, but that can wait. The topic today is Annabeth. After her "secret" dream sequence, she has not woken up from her sleep. I fear that she may have fallen into a coma. On occasions, she mumbles fragmented words that I can not piece together. Words such as "mark, "left", "right", "tomb", "time", "space", "Jolynn", and "Scientist."
I would be lying if I would not accept the fact that hearing her call for me brings me immense pleasure. Apparently, I do have emotions. After that incident, most of my life I had lived away emotionless and uninterested in romantic affairs, but the presence of Annabeth has rekindled some old feelings. She does remind me of... Nevermind.
What I must say, which is ironic, is that I fear for her safety. This feeling keeps eating me alive day and night as I wonder when she will wake up. Every morning, I rush to her side, hoping that there would be any sign of awakening, yet there is none. My day revolves around her. She has entered my mind and latched onto me like a parasite. And I can not remove her. More honestly, I do not want to remove her.
This feeling is beautiful, but I still do believe it is twisted and evil and cruel. Love is a curse. One that can not be broken. And I fear that I have fallen into its clutches. But I shall make sure that I do not waver one bit in my quest for knowledge. These experiments are what my life has been leading up to, and I shall allow no one to take that away from me. Not even...her.
On another note, it is her birthday tomorrow. I hope she wakes up on such a moment. We could maybe... just maybe even celebrate it together. To make up for all our mishaps and problems. No. I cannot. I must not waver. If I fall for her, I will not be able to continue my experiments.
Begone! Begone love! Begone emotions!
It is the devil that urges me to grab onto that heart tightly and hold it close. He whispers in my ears as we speak. Leading me on to commit such heinous acts. But I can not waver. For science.
For...For...my mother...