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Name: Harold Ethan Worthing

Age: 28

Gender: Male

Type: Aspect

Appearance:

For a man of his size and build, Harry doesn't often strike an imposing figure. He's tall, yes, well-muscled from his days in the service, and there's definitely an edge in his eyes that only a veteran would have? But Harry doesn't use it. He's soft-spoken and polite, dressed well without presenting himself as rich or important, mindful of the way he moves with a stiffness in his back. Flecks of scarring are seen here and there on every limb of his, from an inch-long strip on one temple to dapples of raised and rough tissue on his arms and knuckles, but the worst of it is definitely a fist-sized knot of shrapnel-scarring just below his right shoulderblade.

Personality:

Self-aware would be the best summation of Harry, he's very focused on what's happening to and around him. He's got an eye for details, but doesn't do amazingly well in social situations. Harry's always been too focused on turning things around and around in his head, so when he's actually talking with someone? He's warm, personable even, but he never feels like there's enough of himself to add to the conversation. Long talks don't come easily to Harry, the most extensive topics he can talk about are clockwork, munitions and the War. But when he can't talk to someone else for hours? He has no problem doing it with himself. Harry's a bit of a mutterer, never quite aware that he's reading the Echo out loud or counting along with his pocketwatch to check the timing.

Sexuality:

Heterosexual

Constants:

Mythology (Chronos)
Time fixation - Harry has problems with the timing of things: he can't stop noticing it. Traffic lights outside always catch his eye and provoke a fit of near-silent counting, the click of bicycle spokes needs to be broken down, the same for the tempo of someone else's step.

Slipstream - Harry's memory is perfect, but it's also broken. Time seems to pass differently for him due to unprovoked and often benign flashbacks that leave Harry vulnerable to bouts of spacing out. While it's not something that affects anyone else, Harry's perspective of time is warped in a way that leaves him a victim of his own memory. They aren't always traumatic memories, but they're impossible to predict the arrival of.

Sign of the times - Almost like he's flashing back, Harry has times when he can't help getting caught up in whatever inspires the people around him. It's a broad-swinging sort of zealotry that locks him into anything that defines the moment around him. He'll go from having no idea of the current baseball season to knowing every player's name in the course of a single game, if the people listening to it around him become heated enough. Or, more importantly, if people around him are rallying to a call of nationalism or mob justice? Harry's in.

City History:

Harry's family is old and established in Eidolon for generations now, but not in any prominent way whatsoever. From his grandfather, who worked some of the first shifts in Ravenwood Steel, down to Harry and his brother, the Worthing men have been metalworkers. It was good pay for honest work, and the owners always seemed willing to keep a bit more of a protective eye on the workers. His father was already a foreman when Harry started working down at the mill at age thirteen, eager to learn the family trade and contribute his share. And while he was good at it? It was somewhat dull, seeming to draw out each shift's set amount of time into the infinite.

When he was seventeen, though, he found an easy chance to get out of the drudgery, albeit one that his parents said was suicidal. Caught up in a wave of nationalism and inspired by the fervor of his fellow citizens, Harry enlisted into the Air Force. From basic training onward, he did his parents one favor in the name of keeping his family's work alive; he signed up to work in the munitions factories that armed the countless planes used in the ongoing overseas war. Harry discovered that the years he'd spent toiling in the steel mills had left him oblivious to a far more refined set of skills; demolitions.

His service record in the time spent in the factories was spotless, and every trick of the inner workings of those arms seemed to be committed to Harry's memory. He was an obvious choice for an onboard technician for one of the bomber planes, and at the age of twenty Harry signed onto the "Rosalie Ann", a B-17 bomber specializing in high-altitude bombardments. One of a crew of seven, Harry found himself a natural fit in the role of bombadier, as well as fast friends with the rest of his crew.

And they'd had an amazing series of runs, a record that Harry always jokingly accredited to the heart-stopper painted on the nose of their plane; his pilot's girl Rosalie. She was certainly the pilot's lucky charm, but Harry liked to say that she was smiling for the whole lot of them. Maybe he ran out the luck she was extending by saying so. All he knew for certain was that one day, while soaring in the air? They got hit, and hit bad. Flying into an enemy fighter squad, the front mounted guns jammed too soon and their larger plane couldn't hope to outmanuever the smaller crafts.

Starting to spiral down, one of their pilots ordered an evac, shoving the lucky picture of his girl into Harry's hands and telling him to send her a goodbye, and Harry had no problem making that promise. The problem, actually, was that when you were bailing out of a high-altitude flight with a low-altitude parachute? You had to wait to deploy, you had to let yourself plummet. Whipping around on the turbulent air currents with all his attention focused on a watch he could barely read, Harry's focus broke apart as he was rolled into looking up just in time to see the painted lady of the "Rosalie Ann" smiling down at him, then ripping apart in a fireball as their payloads detonated.

Harry caught shrapnel all over, parachuting to the ground with a few more minor injuries, and found himself behind enemy lines. He was hurt fairly severely, but not so bad that the next day of forced marching was enough to drop him. He even had the presence of mind to time it out, and twenty-two hours and fortyseven minutes after touching down, Harry found friendly forces. Treatment for his injuries went smoothly, and after a few weeks in a field hospital Harry was deemed healthy enough to be discharged, but unfit to continue serving due to an impairment to his breath capacity.

Returning home with medals for his hardship, Harry didn't get any kind of hero's welcome. He'd been gone nine years, had missed the death of his father and the relocation of his remaining family, and for all the kindness the Ravenwoods had shown him? He wasn't returning to the steel mill. Harry staked out his own claim in the city, signing a lease on his own building uptown and levying his experience with finer working mechanics to open up a watchmaker's shop. It was mostly legitimate for the first few months, and his skill with gearworks was good enough that people liked to joke that Harry must've been Swiss.

But after those first couple of months? He was surprised by the return of an old service buddy, someone who'd found other work that still called on his military skills, and who had remembered Harry when it came to a particular job. They needed a timer built, a very precise timer, and the money was enough for Harry to not ask any questions. He did ask some, but they were mostly focused on why these guys were using such inefficient explosives, and just like that? Harry had a reputation.

His shop's renown has grown in certain circles; either the elite who need the finest watchmaker in the city for repairs or creations, or those with plenty of money and the right contacts to ask him to build them a package. Harry's a free agent, available to DiGiovanni, Konovich, and independents entirely. For the right price, he's almost entirely without scruples as to who he'll build for.

Special Skills and Abilities:

Harry's razor-sharp when it comes to fine-tuned mechanics and gearworks, and although he can't actually concoct explosives he can set them up for use flawlessly. Time in the Air Force also saw him become a pretty good boxer, though his injuries have left him without the stamina to do it for very long. He's got a smooth mental clock going, though there's not much use for it aside from Harry's work and private obsessions.

Weaknesses:

Physical Impairment - Harry was lucky, his injuries in the war didn't leave him paralyzed. They did damage a cluster of nerves that have left Harry in regular pain whenever he bends or stoops too much, ruling out long periods of heavy physical work.

Internal damage - According to the field medics, some of the shrapnel that hit him from the explosion of his plane punched in and nicked a lung. A millimeter more and he could've drowned in his own blood, but he didn't. He did lose a great deal of his breath capacity from the wound, which keeps Harry in the more relaxed setting of his shop most of the time.

Shellshocked - Harry's used to spacing out or getting lost in his own fluid memories, but he couldn't have prepared for the suddenly traumatic bent they sometimes took on. Sometimes, without warning, he's back in the war. Hurtling through the air with heat raging over him from the plane's wreckage, trekking through hostile territory and coughing up his own blood, it doesn't matter where it is; Harry'll return to it eventually with no warning or clue of what's tricking it.

Obsessive-Compulsive - His work is about control in both disciplines, it's about precision and order, and after the utter chaos of the War? Harry has embraced it wholeheartedly. He's something of a neat-freak with his own belongings, meticulously organizing his tools and shop and other times he'll even subconsciously start straightening up his surroundings whether they're someone else's space or not.

Fixated - It's not quite an obsession for Harry, but there's some strange attachment in his head that extends (unknowingly) to his former crewman's fiancee. Harry still has her picture, feels like he knows her from the stories he'd heard, but he hasn't had the guts to look for her. For him, the girl's perfect in a mythical way; literally too good to be true. But just carrying her picture is a soothing thing for him, and reminders of it or her can severely distract Harry.

Strengths:

Precise - There's definitely a strong pride in craftsmanship for Harry, and with good reason. He's got subtle, delicate work that he excels at, and those who employ him know there simply can't be a fault in the device, whether it's deadly or benign.

Reliable - If he makes an appointment, he's there on the second. If he takes on work, the work is finished to the letter. Harry's a steadfast, dependable guy to know in either personal or professional matters, but not with any blind loyalty. He's just gotten good about knowing how to keep his word, one instance aside.

Family or Connections:

Alec Ravenwood - Passing acquaintance/friend

Residence:

Harry lives upstairs from his shop in Elysium Avenue, in a fairly small and spartan apartment.

Career:

Watch maker/demolitions engineer

PB: Jeremy Renner