I’ve been playing CCH since I was 15 years old.
I’m now 22.
I always loved the series. From right when it first came out. But I never came to fully appreciate the series and how well it is written until recently.
My 22nd year on this planet hasn’t been going too well. From heart scares, infected wounds, COVID, financial woes, losing two cars, to rationing the last of my water with my fiancé because we couldn’t afford to go to the store that week, my views and mentality have all come a long way since I was a bright-eyed, overly nervous ADD-raddled freshman in high school. When I first played the game, I was always swapping between Detective and Soldier, experimenting with many character options and unable to decide what I liked being more in the game: edgy, brooding and intellectual or a heavy hitter. I found myself romancing Tress mainly, appreciating her “girl next door” vibes and personality and found a relative charm to her maturity that surpassed even that of the older Crook.
My first character concept that became fully realized was Nightwatcher: a basic, archetypical detective dressed in all black, complete with trenchcoat and full mask. I thought he was going to be my character until the end; I reveled in his simplicity and thought it was a nice contrast to the super colorful, creative cast of heroes that accompany you at Speck. I was a growly and gruffy pre-suit Batman clone, and unapologetically so.
Then, years went by as I waited for CCH 2. Life was so chaotic, I only got to playtest the early chapters without an account and dreamed hopefully of continuing Nightwatcher’s tale.
Fast forward half a decade, and I have changed.
Gone is that desire for simplicity, from it born anew a will and want to harken back to the days of my overactive childhood imagination, biting and clawing for every cool scrap of an idea that would come to my tortured mind. These days, I find myself wanting more than ever to be unique and original, to stand out among my peers or even competition and let the world know who I am. I long to feel as youthful, hopeful and free as I once was during this dark period in my life. I’ve had moments thinking I would die, lost a lot of my friends, strained my relationship with my immediate family, been through a lot of jobs in search of my passion, and had my nerves tested more times than I care to remember. I’ve been through a lot already, so I also want my character to reflect that. I don’t want to be a playful power-fantasy anymore: I want to struggle and triumph, and lose every once in a while. I want to not be the strongest or fastest, the toughest or the biggest. I want a character who has to use their wits, will, and whim to win, wordplay intended, as Dean Tolly would say.
And so I stuck with Detective, knowing that was the only right choice I made with my previous concept. I now just had to make this character mean something.
To me.
I thought long and hard about who he would be, tapping into my life experiences and trying to find what to pull from.
And then it hit me.
What got me through high school? What helped me go from a dull, shy introvert into the tested man I have become today?
My best friend. And we both met online. One of her favorite games a game that gave me so many memories I will cherish forever. That game was Destiny 1. I played a robot character called an Exo who’s design was based off Optimus Prime, and he was a ferocious Titan class that took me a long time to master. But playing a themed robot character who’s backstory made him a lonely human consciousness trapped inside a mechanical soldier showed my lifelong love for the sci-fi genre.
And so it was to be. My character would become a grey-colored detective with a new visor helmet and cartoony belt named Exo, and his name was now Dezmond Hitchens. A powerless boy who disguised himself an inhuman; a robot. The subconscious reasoning is that he is trying so hard to mask from the world just how powerless he is. He doesn’t want to look like the non-Zenith.
And his new personality became a mix of Brooder and Jokester; I’m no longer the edgy boy who sat alone blaring metal in the back of the class. After actually going out and experiencing life, I can now laugh at the ridiculousness of a lot of it. In that regard, I’ve become stronger. But I wanted to keep some of the past in my new concept and so decided Dezmond tries super hard to be the Rorschach of the group but can laugh and even show affection and appreciation towards his friends often. He is now more…human. And no longer a walking trope.
He also becomes leader now. Before, I always allowed Tress to become the role, thinking leaders weren’t “cool” and have to be fake to perform their duties.
As an adult, I couldn’t agree more how valuable and strong leaders are.
I put in the work and figured out how to win everyone over while still earning all the upgrades and stat increases I wanted.
Oh, and I now romance someone else entirely.
I now romance the troubled and wild Mallory, AKA Dirty Girl. I’m now drawn to characters with more depth and realistic struggles, and her RO arc nailed that for me.
So what is all this to say, and why now?
Today, I completed my “perfect” Exo run for CCH Part 2. And I couldn’t be happier. 5 years and two characters in, and I just now realized how intertwined I have become with this series. It has become synonymous with my growth as a real person all these years, and encapsulates many different genres and concepts I have loved all my life into one great, big, badass journey of just that: personal growth, hope, and the need to fight on through this harsh reality, whether for yourself or the ones you love.
I know CCH 3 is still coming, and I can’t wait for it. Thank you, @Eric_Moser.