Harley "HP" Stermann

The second to manifest into the Headspace, Harley's arrival could not be ignored. He assumed command almost immediately, but at this point only in the way a child could. He spent the first six years of manifestation looking for trouble, roughhousing with the other entities, and being a general hellion.

And then the first devaststing event came to pass. The headspace had a very deal friend cruely robbed from them, and it was bedlam. Tensions and emotions were high and Harley did his best to do damage control. He begged that all they had to do was put on a brave face and pretend this never happened. They could stay happy, and nothing like this would happen again. Angus, his playmate, stood up to him and said it was finally time to fight back. Angus's rage scared Harley, and he wasn't backing down. Feeling threatened, Harley ordered Angus's restraint, sealing him in his room until he "saw sense". Harley then shut himself away, cutting himself off from the rest, including his best friend Oliver.

Years passed, and Harley grew older but never wiser. He loreded over the rest with an iron fist and a tight smile, confident they would never suffer another devastation. However, his paranoia only grew. All this time and Angus wasn't coming around. Worse yet, his imprisonment had...warped him. He was growing bigger and most beastly by the day. And the way his eyes followed Harley...those teeth would surely tear his throat out now. Harley could only hope one day his childhood playmate would listen to reason some day. For now, all they had to do was stay together. Stay happy.

Angus was found dead one evening, haven succumbed to a terrible sickness in his imprisionment. Repression. This hadn't been part of Harley's plans. Sure, Angus was weak but this...and then a miracle happened. Ame, the headspace's newest member, revived Angus with their magic. Angus was alive, and Harley was certain now that not only would Angus kill him but the other entities, too. Harley ran, abandoning his leadership at the door, and sequestered himself. This wasn't supposed to happen! Angus wasn't supposed to die or even get hurt! And Angus had BEGGED him, too, to be free. He told Harley time and time again how much pain he was in, and Harley ignored him.

Angus didn't kill Harley. Angus wasn't interested in revenge at all. Instead, he was a shell of his former self, recovering slowly and agonizingly in Ame's room. Barely speaking, barely eating, and scared to his core of Harley. For a while, Harley couldn't see any way this could be fixed. Even if Angus didn't kill him, there was no hope to go baxk to how things used to be. With anyone.

And so, Harley had to be better. Life went on, and he had to move with it. It would take time, and forgiveness wasn't on the table anymore, but Harley eventually learned not to care if he was ever exonerated. What mattered were his friends and thei happines. Their TRUE happiness. Maybe, in time, things would return to a somewhat normal state. Angus would get his strength back, Harley would become a less-shitty person, and a new day would come. Maybe things would finally be as good as Harley had wished it could be.

Used to be Harley's best friend as an adult. He monopolized Ame as soon as the manifested, making sure they didn't know...stuff. Their relationship is destroyed post-Angus's death, but repairs over time as Harley improves. Harley gains a newfound respect for Ame and their abilities, previously regarding them as sweet but easily influenced.

Harley's childhood friend-turned-enemy-turned-negligent-homicide-victim-turned-friend-kind-of. He's pretty scared of Angus, and of course overwhelmingly guilty for what he did to hi,m but gradually mellows out. Mostly. Their relationship becomes terse but calm.

Harley and Oliver have a complicated past. Close as children, alienated during Angus's imprisonment, and dubiously entertwined post-Angus. They often butt heads, being vastly different people. Where Oliver is dilligent, Harley is lazy. Where Oliver is respectful, Harley is brash. Despite this, they work prety well together as a team, balancing each other out. Now, if Harley could shut out his ever-growing infatuation with the monotone mechanic.