If nothing else is apparent about Heron, it seems he came from somewhere way rougher than the place he's at now. Rumour has it his parents were in with bikies, and not the sort who just take their Harleys for a joyride on a Sunday afternoon. Heron grew up very quickly.

His late teens and early 20's were an extremely dark, deep hole. I'm sure you can figure out his self-medication of choice -_-. He doesn't think he'd have gotten out of it alive if it wasn't for the kindness of a friend. A lot of ties had to be severed in the process. But in exchange? A decent job, and a decent place to live. A normal life. He's clean now, and has been for four+ years. Great stuff Heron!!

Yeah, he's fine, and if he can just stay focused he will keep being fine. There are are no problems here! He doesn't want to talk about it. Go away.

Heron does Not like talking about himself. Actually, he doesn’t seem to like talking about Anything. Heron is a man of few words and even fewer smiles. Don’t waste his time. He’s shielded by an impenetrable wall of intimidation. Awkward? Anxious? Not Heron, he’s just sick of your shit. Yeah. Totally. Heron’s unfriendly manner impresses most people as somewhere between sullen and vaguely murderous, and he’s genuinely scary enough that most people are not game to poke.

He’s at his best when he has a problem to solve, and has a mind with the particular sort of sharpness that will start ripping itself to bits if he goes too long without applying himself to anything. He does his utmost to stay busy, physically and mentally—self-discipline in all things... or else.

Heron’s not precisely reclusive, but he finds most people tiring, and mainly keeps to himself. He enjoys immersing himself in crowded places—concerts, clubs, etc—but you won’t catch him interracting with other people directly too much by choice. He doesn't really seem to fit in anywhere, nor is he uncomfortable. Watching and listening have always been more his forte; his deductions are often sharp and always private. His own cards remain very close to his chest.

He values hard work, loyalty, and the power of rock n roll. The standards he holds himself to are inhuman. He does have a truly wicked and exceptionally dry sense of humor in there somewhere--given how blunt and humourless he seems, it often just goes over people's heads. He's not without a more human side, but you're not going to see it.

• Swimming
• Motorbikes & Computers--stuff he can fix
• Nature
• Playin guitar real loud
• Xavier
• Being scary

• Humans
• Smalltalk
• Emoting
• Too much quiet
• Not being busy
• Being human

Heron has extremely weak telekinesis which is useful for aproximately nothing. It does, technically, class him as a mage, though, which means he has to wear a very small seal--a plain, black ring on his left middle finger--to surpress his magic Just In Case

AN ADEQUATE SUBSTRATE.

Heron is a skilled guitarist, and while he’s not the most charismatic member of his band, his stage presence is certainly… something. He's still not quitting his dayjob anytime soon.

Heron's pretty adept when it comes to various hardware n software. He builds and maintains systems at his work, and he's a nifty programmer too, taking freelance work on the side.

Heron's taken to killing his many, many demons with endurance cardio (namely swimming) and calinsthetics. Trains for 30+hrs a week and is genuinely fit enough to be selected for the next Apollo mission if only they ever made a spacesuit big enough for him.

• looks like a metalhead. actually a blues guitarist.
• Speaks slowly and no louder than he has to. Overenunciates. His vocab makes him sound pretentious and ridiculous, because he is. In Several languages.
• Effectively the world's most miserable, hate-filled hippy. Two bad weeks away from becoming the second Unabomber.
• Has been into motorbikes since he was a wee lad. Doesn’t have a motorbike at the moment :^( or a car, for that matter. Has to bike everywhere on the way less cool sort of bike :^(
• He's 6'8" tall! Go on, ask him what the weather's like up there.
• Showers exclusively in freezing cold water. Goes for hard swims and hard runs at the asscrack of dawn. Generally ascetic to an extent that's either admirable or cringy depending on who you ask.
  • Deeply, crushingly obsessed with self control. Dominated by guilt to the point he makes Catholics look normal. Obviously this does not work and he is insane.
• genuinely vaguely remeniscent of his namesake, thanks to his long neck, long legs, pointy nose, affinity for water, looks like he'll stab you, etc. It was admittedly more noticible when he was skinnier.
• Dress-standards are a little excruciating. Thinks it's Totally Fine to leave the house in cargo pants and a graphic tee. What? it's comfortable.
  • Admittedly, it's hard to find anything that fits him properly. He looks exquisite in a wetsuit and like a fridge in everything else.
  • Has a soft spot for ironic "funny" shirts.
• His name is feritle ground for extremely on-the-nose wordplay in at least two directions. Yes. He knows. Tom Harris eat your heart out.
• Born in the wrong generation. By which I mean he really missed his calling as a medieval inquisitor.
• As much as he likes to pretend he's very sensible, Shitepoke likes poking--saying little things offhand just to see if he can get under your skin--every now and then. What. It's experiment. He's gathering data. As a scientist. When in doubt, it's safest to assume he's testing you on purpose for no goddamn reason.
• has Point-N-Click Game Protagonist Disease aka sees and collects so many random objects off the ground All The Time. His collection of scavanged guitar picks and hair clips and cool rocks and little plastic toys is the envy of any bower bird.
• His ambidexterity and general clutziness are symptoms of (undiagnosed) dyspraxia. While his case is reletively mild, it's still an affliction which does not readily lend itself to being a triathlete. What he lacks in grace his makes up for with his genetic potential and flameforged soul.
• Laphroaig enjoyer.
• Voice is something like this. It sounds like he's reading quietly from a script all the time.
• Moderate hearing damage combined with his refusal to stoop means he can't fucking hear you.