Harlow Pottle

Their eyes are the first thing you notice. Large, dark pools that make you feel as if you're sinking. Pale, freckled skin & sunken cheeks, wearing a high collar white shirt & black leather pants with suspenders. They looked perpetually anxious, like they're always in need of something to tinker with. Their clothes are fine, but still that of a servant. They carry themselves well, but always with their master's interest at the forefront of each conversation.