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Harry and his friend Jeremy were cooped up in the back of a large Mercedes. It was Jeremy's wedding rehersal, and Harry was the best man. He was incline to make a toast, but he hated talking or having to be funny in front of lots of people he had never met before. Jeremy was talking non-stop, the kind of thing he did when he was stressed. "How does my tie look Harry? I don't want to make a fool of myself, like always. Oh good gosh, is that a stain on my suit, dammit! I should have gone to my regular tailors, not some fancy one an idiot wedding planner recommended! I mean honestly I-" Harry grabbed Jeremy's shoulder and gave him one of his 'pull yourself together you uncouth imbecile!'looks, Jeremy quickly shut up. The ride was much more enjoyable in the silence.

At least 15 minuites later, the mercades pulled up at a large local hotel called the Modest Lion. Quite a few people where already turning up including Harry and Jeremy's best frined since high school, Tyson. "Hey! Tyson!" Yelled Harry in a deep booming voice. It was very uncharacteristic of him to do that, but he felt like it was needed. A small, impish man with messy ginger hair and a huge smile ran over to them. As a small trio, they flocked to the ballroom where the rehersal was being held. Jeremy instantly went to greet the guests along with Tyson, whilst Harry snuck away to a seat in the corner, pulling out a small great notebook, and a pencil. He opened the cover pensively and started to sketch a small drawing drawing, a little concept for a new church being built, that he was hired to design.

Name: Harry Mattais Eric Cuthbertson

Age: 26

Occupation: Architect

Personality: Harry is very reserved and calm, a logical man and a thinker. He is usually seen sketching something in his small pocket notebook. He is a very career oriented man and his chosen profession puts a lot of pressure on him. He doesn't talk or smile much and is very serious. He also had a hidden passion for shrapnel collecting.

Bio: Harry came from a very well off family, his father was a skilled solicitor and his mother was a nurse. With both of his parents usually away, he seemed to have the entire house to himself. And he liked it that way. He tended to wander around the house, aimlessly most of the time. Everything was perfect until his mother suddenly became ill when he was 17. She was diagnosed with lung cancer and died. Harry's life was changed tremendously by her death. His father isolated himself from the world, and his household was no longer a happy accepting place. He left America to study archaic texture in Caimbridge, and moved back when he was finished with his masters.

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