Role: The Brains

Name: Harris Bueller

Nicknames: Harry

Code Name: French Fry (cAuSe he'S wHiMpY))

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Pansexual

Face Claim: Tobey McGuire 2002 with glasses

Tattoos/Piercings/Scars:

He has this broken sword tattoo that signifies how broken he feels.

Personality: Harris is broken.
Shattered.
Gone.
The old Harry is gone, that is. He used to be funny, caring and eager to put his life in front of others if the time would arise. Now, he is skeptical, second guessing everything and doing things only for him self and his gang family. He thinks that the whole gang loves him and that they are his bestest friends, which can make him a bit annoying at times. He's just a good boy who doesn't remember who his enemies are. He loves photography and can often be seen taking a day to breath in nature and just observe a target, taking photos and relaxing. He won't kill anyone though, which earned him the code name French Fry. Harry also has synthenethia, which is a neurological condition where ones senses are messed up. For example, if someone punches him it could feel like burgundy, while seeing dolphins feels like green or something like that.

Likes: Warm socks, nature, photography and the smell of purple.

Dislikes: The feeling of burgundy, wearing contacts, people cheating in cards and gambling.

Strengths: Solving problems involving riddles, math or reading. Also good at photography and being annoying.

Weaknesses: Anything involving pushups, running or literally any feat of strength. His weakness is that he is hella w e a k.

Fears: Spiders.

Spiders.

Spiders.

Also, he really doesn't want to get punched in the face. It hurts really bad when you have glasses on, and my boi doesn't wanna feel the pain.

Hobbies/Skills: Photography, doing random algebra.

Family: Harris doesn't remember who his family is.

Relationships: The current ones he has are with his gang-mates, and he has a tiny weeny crush on the brawn. tHey aRe jUsT sO sTrOnG iTs sO cUtE.

Backstory: That's a funny story because Harry woke up one day in a random infirmary, not even knowing who he is or how he got there. All he knows is he had a head injury, and now all his senses were messed up. Doctors made him feel pink, so he ran before they could notice he was awake. Harris lived on the streets for a bit, practicing the only thing he could remember, algebra. Eventually, he saw a camera and suddenly remembered how much he loved photography. He joined the Rebels, not remembering the politics of the situation or who were supposed to be the bad guys. All he knew was that the Rebels housed and fed him, therefore they must be trustworthy.

Thoughts on the selection: Honestly, Harry is a bit confused on what it is. He isn't sure what the different kingdoms are or why it matters so much for a selection to be held. All he knows is what he was told, the selection must be stopped.

Gang specialty: This boi can solve anything for you. Need a way into the castle? Harry will devise you a plan. Need to solve a riddle to get through a secret door? Harry is your guy. Pretty much, he's smart. Just a little lousy on history following his accident. Need someone to take a picture to frame a Royal? That's Harry boi.

What got them into the rebellion: Um hello, free food and housing! Plus, the feeling of a family and people who support you are amazing.

Guilty Pleasure: A good photographic moment. Harry doesn't care if a fight is going down if there is a butterfly sitting in the sunlight on top of a colourful flower that just screams yellow.