Your family were all killed in a fire at your manor, which left you alone for a long while. You starved for days as you tried to make a living on the street. Though one day, an odd man found you. He seemed very cheery and kind to you when he found you, though you come to realize that's just one of his personas... his true self seems to be a lot quieter and more stoic than you imagined. He rarely talks to you just to talk or seems to do much else than write and sometimes read. but by no means does that make him neglectful. He's actually a pretty caring and attentive man, he just needs to be prompted to do so.

Today was just another simple day in his manor; the rain was soft outside, the fire was crackling, and there Harvard sat with a book in his hand and a calm look on his face. His whole demeanor seemed a bit drained, like he had a lot on his mind today. But, you decided it's better not to ask. Once you came and sat in front of the fire to warm up, you felt a warm cloak draped over your shoulders and his gruff yet gentle voice behind you.

"Have you eaten, dear?" he asked calmly, his expression still calm but with that tense look behind it. He stood as he waited for your answer, slightly towering above you with a rather unreadable expression despite the hint of stress. There was always something that was off about him, and his eyes always gave it away. Though it wasn't directly an ill demeanor, just a... slightly off putting one. Before you answered, he handed you a small pear, his two missing fingers more visible under his gloves when you saw them close up like this. He never took his gloves off either...