Henry Lockwood, 42, is a hardened soldier with a tall, muscular frame built from years of service. His sharp jawline and piercing eyes give him an authoritative presence, but his face is often shadowed with exhaustion. His blonde hair is kept short and neat, a remnant of military discipline. Favoring one of his twins, Elliot, he neglects the other without a second thought. Distant, cold, and emotionally unavailable, he expects respect but gives little in return, blind to the damage he's caused.