Full name: Harold Chester
Height: 5.7
Appearance:
Harold skin is covered in a chocolate brown hue that verges on the line of a healthy tree having its bark touched by the perils of a frosty wind, weakening its over all glowing complexion into a diluted version of itself due to the white tint that has wrapped itself vehemently against his skin to the point that the two frames of color have combined themselves into a single shade that perhaps was a much more brighter pave of tint on his body in the past. As a consequences to the previous mentioned loss of intensity in his frame the once blushed cheeks had recoiled from polished circles and marks on his face to darkened patches of skin that eer off into a mild tip of pink into a overall grim complexion on his cheeks and just a on his forehead underneath all of his hair, the final and most noticeable thing about about his hide is that the changes in skin color are present where a slightly more pale imposed creeping spread has wander over his flesh; now visibly consuming a large section of his body where once a weathered looking tint once stood. Because of this swaps of shades appearing on his body he seems even more pale than before, the brightness getting sapped and the tones even having distinct visual differences in his cheeks and bony sections of his body that clash all around with a once more youthful form.
Upon this elders head is a set of hair that seems to have grown just as much as he has, moving forth in big spirals and splashes of gray that it is surprising that it can be kept in any control and marginally it is not, but thanks to the numbers of threads it has entwined upon one another in the sea of locks Harold manages to have it move only minimally without flinging around at a constant rate or landing over his face like a set of frosty ice picks. The locks upon his scalp move in different directions and constantly spew out random lines of rigid threads and twisted ropes of aging hair that long lost it moisture and color to it, which makes it at points let off fire work-like detachments from the main bundles of messy fur. Harold has long lost the original color within his head although thankfully it stays in abundance as it keeps itself in a white and gray mixture of colors that resemble a fog clambering over a blanket of snow or a spotless snow leopard being wrapped in the embrace of the winter icy grip, because of this the changes in his hair are hard to really notice but there is a definite crawling of white along the backs of the spines that resides upon his head while main bulk of it is a withered gray.
Chester has a frame that fails to really inspire much thought to it, while he is in arguably good shape for his age as the flesh he has hadn't faded into bone nor the outsides of his body fallen into a sea of wrinkles he still has the effects of age kicking in. The upper body is no longer so well formed, what was once a much more paradable chest and bigger set of abs has now retreated back into his heart, leaving a torso that is neither fat but manages to retains some mild sense of form and solid structure to it all without coming off as skinny or rigid.
Harold stomach shares the same quality and has avoided amassing weight but none the less it is scared by a operation to remove his appendix a long time ago back in his life.In addition he is coated in hair up to his chest just as gray as the one flock sitting upon his head. The aged fellows hands both seem functional but keep the rough texture to them that once smooth skin used to have; forming a touch that is harder and much more gripped like that of a handle of a gun which shows due to his skin being bumpy all over, on top of this detail is the fact that his fingers are all much more brittle in tone and poke out more with their inner workings along with the vain that appear vaguely on the back of his Hands.
As a guy getting along in years he fails to keep an athletic body in any sense of the word, especially in his legs as they have just a small mass of fat popping out of his thighs and carrying forth all the way to his feet but to say they where out of shape or form ruining would be a drastic stretch as they still keep their over all composure and retain the much more basic form and hard edged strength buried inside of it all where the muscle has hidden away .
Upon this strangers skull sits a pair of hazel observers that peek from the openings within his head, both of them having a wash of colors splashed together within their pools to create a borderline honey and chocolate mix that has somehow gone off and darkened into a much more dimmer version of itself. Just like his body: his eyes have followed in the enticement of a gloomy atmosphere whom has invaded and tore what once happy and fiery glint that may of resided within his orbs, leaving nothing but a set of bland optical tools in there place with not a hint of a flame burning in them, all that remains is a darkened shadow over the tips from his mass of hair. Below his eyes is a set of wrinkles that spread forth from the ends like that of breaking class and just beneath them is a set of bags that is in a group of mild purple and deep sea blue which all get hybrid with the darker tone of his skin.
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight.
Age: 51
Species: Human.
Role: Independent-shifting on external input-
Powers: None.
Abilities:
Can use a gun although not up to a trained level; this means that he couldn't effectively get into a fire fight with a trained military personael or hold off squads of thugs with his weaponry but he can use one enough to avoid breaking his wrist from the recoil or letting off inaccurate shots at close to medium range. He is also familiar with reloading it, making him not fast but not laughably slow when refilling his bullets or maintaining his gun.
As a former accountant before his retirement Harold is a pretty good mathematician which means he can add up and work out math equations reasonably fast and even multitask while doing these sums as most of the answers have become routine nature for him now even after his leaving from career.
Financial experience: has loads of knowledge on the world of banking, saving up and exchanging bills while dealing with changing stocks and economical matters, because of this he knows where to look and can successfully understand any kind of document or file if it regards any sort of banking/financial or economic matter while also giving him good inspection on matters of money and guessing one spending habits/history of financial use from a limited amount of information-such as things based on their home, their looks, their house decor or even their preference-which is good for digging up information to use as bartering chips.
Preferred Weapons: Prefers to not fight at all although if forced to he will be drawn to blunt instruments. The gun only when he absolutely sure he is willing to risk fatal injury.
Personality:
"Its funny how everything can seem so clear...then days later it can feel all like a mirage..."-Harold Chester.
Harold is a guy who wanders the streets to go window shopping, he rarely likes to spend money on himself but enjoys browsing the goods shops and companies have to offer to the general public even if he will solemnly buy anything from said establishments. In terms of coins he has learned to be tight and closed in to others but is very giving to his own family or close friends, being considered loose like an open wallet while at points if an associates or friend he is not really close to even brings up a topic about wealth he will quickly close up and withdraw from the conversations entirely or simply stone wall it all from going any further. Chester stands as a cautious father and on top of that a caring man until the events took away his son, once a kind and diligent fellow who would watch out for trouble and wrap those he come to respect and like in as much protection he can give, even if it may of bought detriment to himself to do so or even seem folly and hopeless to try to lend someone a hand with their past and present choices: Now Harold is a man who finds his world lacking the same spark of light to his actions, as he no longer stands as a example for others to settle besides in time of need since the beat inside of heart has long died out and become silent and still under with the weather of life after all these years.
His former tight lip loyalty to his family and friends which also involved a secure nature to his funds had become undone, now needlessly spending his retirement nest on drinks and leisurely joys or simply out right showing apathy to taking care of his own health or his life style although he does show enough will power to bother to clean himself and at least keep his clothes reasonably presentable by making sure they aren't bruised or filth ridden but even so he settles for cheap sets of wears for himself, not bothering to really strike a first impression on people with his fashion sense unlike when the past self who would wear expensive and well designed suits. Borderline depressed and coping intensely with guilt issues from the recent lose of his son and the whip lash of the past from his wife's death he find himself confused and not as structured as before, most men are cemented in who they are by the time they reach adulthood but with the lose of everything Harold mind is running with a thousands thoughts that weighed heavily on his battered sense of self worth and morality, making him vulnerable to a shift in what he believes, feels and respects anymore. Due to past experience in work he has encountered white collar crime and minor corruption by law official which has also made his wary and suspicious of the government and those who claim to serve it under any badge although to say he is driven by a irrational hatred or vicious state of paranoia to them would be a dramatic exaggeration, he does take precautions and like to distance himself when possible though.
Harold heart is covered in bugs that nip at him constantly, thoughts crawl into his mind like ants marching in and out of a nest which leads him to be burdened mentally and emotionally to the point that the only respite he can find is death or an answer for all these flickering questions that vaguely fly past his sight in swarms and packs. He needs closure for his son but finds that when alone he is in a battle both inside and outside on where to start or how to get it, even if there is anything to get. Emotionally crippled, spiritually shattered and under assault he finds himself sheltering in that one question, for its the only remnants of the thing he has left to care about that can't be demolished...taken away, yes. But his son even if in the ground and only a memory can't crumble like himself or his life.
Emotionally scared and mentally bombarded by all these changes he has developed an intense fear of the cold, to the point that small things such as the window letting in a strong draft or the occurrence of winter can cause damage to his already unstable form, the massage of the icy storms and freezing breaths of a cold hearted sky looms old memories that threaten to bury his mind in the snow which can induce extreme anxiety of ending up a victim to the weather as well as depression, confusion and out right fear which leads this man to seek as much warmth as he can in an attempt to reassure him that he can ward of the perils of the environment from stagnating his body to a painful stop. If pushed too hard he can experience break downs and with too little care to his phobia he can end up in a state that; when combined with his issues make him confused and unable to resist a momentary episode of madness of some form.
We all a have personality archs to ourselves, we all have one driving thought or feeling: A theme of the mind. Lust, self interest,safety, calculation, organization, bravery and care free ...all these things and more but when what you believed no longer matters, when the spirit of this attribute is shattered what is left is a personality in ruins with no support beams to hold them in place anymore. Harold only arch now and the only thing that seems to hold him together is the quest for closure...for truth.
Quirks:
A desire to close windows, especially in winter even if its not cold.
Dislike of going out in the snow, even if the weather is mild.
Always wears a puffy coat and sweater or something equally warm.
Has a habit of numberings things when he needs to remember them.
Over heats his food and his hot drinks to the point of almost ruining them or making them scolding.
Likes:
Warmth.
His family-albeit dead-
Drinking.
Reading the newspaper.
Watching the news.
His friends-the last of them alive-
Hot savory food above sweets and cold treats.
Spicy food.
Country Music and acoustic guitar.
Summer.
Dislikes:
The cold.
The fey.
The government-he seen some white collar crime by officials-
Modern TV shows and teen books.
Vampires and weres.
Ice cream and lollies.
Winter.
Biography:
Born on the date of 1969 September the first he had grew up in a much more conservative home where a stable, traditional family was valued, following the path of a typical nuclear family where two parents played a role in a five child house hold making that the more silent and less trouble making child such as Harold and his Sister: Jenny Chester deal with minimal attention and take on care of themselves outside the range of education, food and bedding. While the family was reasonably well off, a five child pair is a big drain on it all which meant that the father was working all the time and could only dish out minimal attention to his kids, the mother had to deal with the more upstart youngsters more. So the two where often alone or talking to each other for comfort. Harold became the resident mathematician of the family and was widely considered to be the silent but hard working type who preferred to communicate with numbers instead of words which led to a lot of his feelings being absent from view or out right misunderstood or ignored. At the age of 15 he was sent to college where he took a course in economics and to further his studies into the main skill of hard sciences. His life was for the most part text book although his solidarity and mass lack of money to go around when he was a child taught him to be more emotionally introverted, responsible due to all the times he had to mind the troubling and active youngsters of the group and not take for granted exactly how much a dollar is worth.lived in the Tennessee before having left college to work as an accountant, moving around occasionally before settling down in New York after experiencing a rather fruitful life as a successful accountant which only improved his financially power due to his strong stance of not spending any of his money and regular input into his retirement funds.
He meet up with a woman going by the name of Lucy "Lavender", a 19 year old druggie who had to go into prostitution due to family issues and her own poverty caused by her addiction. When her pimp and herself had a fall out she ran away, the pimp choosing to not make a scene let her addiction to make her come crawling back and her lack of an ability to get a job or a lodging in her current state. Harold meet her in the street looking scared as well as shaky. As a general good Samaritan he briefly asked her if she was ok and in a small lapse of fear of going back to the pimp and actually receiving a damn from someone she told him her predicament which Harold took as a chance to do a good deed and give her lodgings. A long process was undertaken where he managed to convinced her to go to rehab and personally managed her funds when she got a part time job at a McDonalds joint not too far from home. A year past before she was clean thanks to the support offered to her by the rehab and Harold but despite all this the kind accountant wasn't happy with the arrangement in her life and decided to help her get her higher level degrees in math and English by personally tutoring her on the time off. Lucy in the end did pass...it was hard for her but she did pass and get herself a respectable set of documents to prove her capabilities and with that she returned back home to show her the changed women she had become; with Harold in toe due to constant insistences from her to show them the man that changed her life.
Its here that he meet the twenty two year old nursery Teacher that he would Marry who had been taken aback by the strangers kindness, his impact on his sister and the second chance he offered all along with a reasonable looking mug and a white collar high earning job made her rather curious about the man which led to her asking him if they could perhaps go out on a date at some time. Harold Agreed. The rest to his family was text book, sparks flew and love transpired out of an almost fantasy tale like act of kindness and an equally by the book of fiction romance with her sister. The good graces from the family and his competence instilled by his own kin method of raising him all mixed with his hard working attitude ensured that little drama occurred for their escapades into the world of commitment. They had a house, a good nest egg to live off and soon a child was on the way who was revealed to be a boy in a traditional house hold just like his own parents...but, of course with far less little feet stomping about.
But nothing good lasts forever, no one gets a text book life. Somewhere along the line things had to change.
And things did indeed change for the worst when their son had turned three. The mother of the household started getting extreme headaches along with a new attitude, one that was bossy and crude which was a dramatic swap from her neat and tidy approach to life, after a while they had went to the doctor after trying some pain killers and talking things through but when neither seemed to work the, wife agreed that she felt this was medical and a short hospital appointment later she was diagnosed with a cancerous Brain Tumor. A operation was held but the changes persisted, the tumor reoccurred only a few weeks later and eventually she was declared terminal after a few more attempts failed to remove the affliction and Harold tasked himself with being by her side, even if he had to witness her hallucinations and deeper descent into confusion and madness when the plague consumed more and more of her mind before finally dying. The loss of the second parent left but two boys alone with each other and with Harold being a man of numbers, not words he didn't always do the best job of being a dad.
Well, to say the least there was a lot o things that he probably should of talked to his son both in comfort to the loss of his mum and the lack of her presence as well as general life lessons that needed to be done but despite all the errors they made as they struggled together Harold had managed to keep his son on the track to a bright future and a good education. The out come was another man who was just as emotionally decayed as as his father after the death of the boys mother but none the less they kept a good relationship between the two of them. The boy went on to become a civil engineer and worked on Environmental friendly power plants for the most time and fiddling with gadgets and electronics when he had his jobs finished; just like his dad he become a relatively busy body silent type. A history of stressed relations due to the times did not however come across the last set of kin from enjoying another company and making time respectively to have fun with one another, the two had a thing for getting away from society due to the hard science nature of their jobs which they chose to do by taking rambles, treks and hikes around the nearby areas and sometimes much more further locations when the time and money was open to them.
Harold at this point had been specifically interested in wandering around a small set of high hills and mountains closest to the lands of new York with his son, both of them prepared for the trip and had genuine fun but...unluckily it was at this time the fey had ventured forth into the material world, a love of blizzards don't have a good consequence for humans; especially if they are out in the lands alone with no way to get back to civilization without a ten mile walk nor does it help when the youngest member loses his grip on the frosty rocks and breaks his leg, bleeding out and dropping his phone out of his pocket from a twenty foot high steep, rocky hill with the only other member of the pair forgetting to charge up the one he had before he left. Details aren't important, to put in short and easy terms the son did not survive the cold with an injury and sadly died of hypothermia in a cave being cuddled by his father in an attempt to keep him warm.
Ever since that day Harold hasn't been the same man.
