C'est moi qui l'ai fait.
De bonne heure au lit et de bonne heure à se lever, rend un homme sain, riche et sage. Un grand homme a dit ça un jour. Cependant, pour Harvey, cet homme était un cul. Son matin a commencé brusquement par des oursins qui ont frappé à sa porte, quelque chose qu'ils ont fait pour s'amuser. Harvey était couché sur son lit, ses mains s'emparant du visage. Tout son corps était endolor. Quand il allait s'endormir une fois de plus, les oursins ont encore frappé. Cela a été répété tout au long de la matinée, et Harvey a été forcé de se réveiller.
Il étendit son corps douloureux et marcha jusqu'à sa cuisine. Il s'est rempli un verre d'eau et s'est procuré une tranche de pain. Il mangea son repas du matin par la fenêtre, regardant la ville. Il n'a pas vécu dans une belle partie de la ville. Il avait assez d'argent pour avoir un appartement décent dans une belle partie de la ville, mais ce n'était jamais son style. Il se sentait mal au pouce quand il était dans ces quartiers de la ville. Ils étaient beaucoup trop fantaisistes pour ses goûts. De plus, cet argent pourrait être utilisé pour de meilleures choses.
Il a fini son pain et a pris une grande gorgée du verre. Les oursins ont encore frappé. Sans autant qu'une once d'hésitation, Harvey ouvrit la fenêtre et jeta le reste de la tasse dehors, videant son contenu sur les oursins qui avaient décidé de jouer autour en frappant à la porte de l'immeuble d'Harvey. Les enfants criaient et couraient, riant comme leur jour avait été une fraction plus intéressante.
Il a mis sa tenue habituelle - une belle chemise, un gilet et un pantalon de robe. Les vestes n'ont jamais été son style. Il a quitté son appartement, quelque peu préparé pour la journée qui l'a précédé.

La réunion a été beaucoup plus mouvementée que la plupart des autres. Une guerre totale? Harvey ne voulait pas vraiment en faire partie. Mais un tel conflit serait inévitable. En tant que tel, il n'aurait qu'à s'en occuper quand il y arrivera. Sa mission consistait à aller avec Valoran et Michael, dont il n'avait pas non plus une affection particulière. Valoran était comme parler à un mur parfois, mais il pouvait au moins respecter le chemin qu'il a pris. Michael était, cependant, un cul. Il n'a jamais aimé son attitude, peu importe à quel point il a agi agréablement.
Ce seraient les trois sur une mission assez simple. Il suffit de convaincre un groupe de gens de s'en aller. C'est assez simple, a pensé Harvey. Il a hurlé au don avant de quitter la pièce. "Donc," Harvey a proposé à ses compatriotes, "Je suppose que nous commençons par vérifier avec nos requins?"
"Respect is earned through blood, not titles."
Alias:
Oddjob McDowel
Age:
38
Appearance:
Harvey stands at an imposing 6'2". Despite his height, he is of a more average build. Others are easily stronger than him. His black hair is usually left at a medium length. The most consistent part of his appearance is his facial hair, or lack there of. Despite being 38, he's still unable to properly grow a beard.
He usually wears whatever clothes are clean, as he doesn't quite care about fashion. However, being part of the family and all forces him to dress well.
Position:
Soldier
Speciality:
Harvey, as his nickname implies, has no real specialty. He does whatever job comes up, be it fighting, intimidation, taxes, laundering, fencing, and one time, even prostitution.
Personality:
Harvey is blunt. If he has an opinion, he's not afraid to voice it, no matter the consequence. He openly distrusts and has no respect for all forms of authority. Despite this, he still sees those with authority as equals, which may or may not be a bad thing.
Despite being somewhat of an enforcer, Harvey has a certain disdain for violence. He'll fight if need be, but he'd rather solve problems by speaking. He also has a hatred for guns and murder, but not necessarily those who are affiliated with such.
About himself, Harvey is an open book. He'll gladly tell whoever asks about his past, but he doesn't bring it up unless asked. He generally cares about others, but doesn't really care for himself. He is rather pessimistic, despite his openness.
History:
Harvey was born an urchin. His parents were Irish immigrants, searching for a better life in America. The better life never came and they were stuck in the slums. Despite this, Harvey was happy. His parents loved him and did whatever was necessary to feed him. Harvey grew up thinking that even in the worst of times, things would work out.
As Harvey was a young man, his parents became increasingly sicker and sicker. Treatment for them would cost money, which they didn't have. He was unable to get a job for one reason or another, but one place accepted him: the army. News broke out about America entering The Great War, and as such, Harvey entered the army to fight against the Germans. Be a hero, they said, protect the homefront.
The war changed him. He no longer saw war as a great battle where heroes went to protect what they held dear. All that war created was husks. Generals who lead the battles to fight were no longer geniuses. They were just horrid people. When he came home, he learned of his parent's fate. Both had passed from their sickness. Harvey had no news of this. The last beacon of his hope was wrought.
Harvey was lost, both literally and metaphorically. He had no family, no dreams, and no past. He quickly fell with the wrong types of crowds. He fought his way through life. He did whatever it took to survive, be it with blood or a pen, sometimes both at the same time.
He gained an impressive repertoire of skills. However, as he continued, he felt hollow. In a sense, he was still carrying the war with him. He broke free of his path once he realized, but it was the only path he knew. He could only steer it to a better destination.
One fateful day, Harvey was trying to find a regular job (to little avail). A few police officers cruising in their paddy wagon remembered him and his past. They arrested him and tossed him into the wagon, which by chance was carrying someone else. By pure chance, Harvey's hand glanced the side of the wagon, causing each piece to fall off. The door came off the hinges, the wheels flew off, the windows unbarred. Like any criminal, Harvey ran off. One man gave his thanks and said he'd pay him back.
Years later, Harvey (still jobless) was approached by the man. The man said to join their family. He would be taken care of. With little discord, Harvey agreed.
Power:
Dismantle
An oddly specific psionic ability, Harvey can dismantle anything he touches. For example, if he touches a gun, every single part of the gun would act like the other parts don't exist. However, this only works if each part is separate. If he touches a cotton shirt, then he can dismantle it, turning it into threads. However, if something is made from, say, rubber, it is impossible to dismantle unless it is multiple rubber parts glued together. Dismantle also works even if the objects aren't fully attached; if a plastic bag holding bread was dismantled the bread would fall out, but the bag would be fine. Note that it is unable to be used on living things.