[hider=Harvey][center][img]http://i.imgur.com/9heLk3f.png[/img]
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[color=FFDDBD][h2]"Respect is earned through blood, not titles."[/h2][/color][/center]

[color=FFDDBD][b]Alias:[/b][/color]
Oddjob McDowel

[color=FFDDBD][b]Age:[/b][/color]
38

[color=FFDDBD][b]Appearance:[/b][/color]
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.

[color=FFDDBD][b]Position:[/b][/color]
Soldier

[color=FFDDBD][b]Speciality:[/b][/color]
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. 

[color=FFDDBD][b]Personality:[/b][/color]
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.

[color=FFDDBD][b]History:[/b][/color]
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.

[color=FFDDBD][b]Power:[/b][/color]
[u]Dismantle[/u]
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.[/hider]