Harold loves explosives, the smell of cordite, and the dull thump of an underground detonation. Grenades or traps, it's all the same to him. He'll plant them, throw them or disarm them. He's earned the nickname "unbreakable", because despite several serious accidents, and living over a hundred years, he never seems to die.
He has a small tree growing on his head.
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