Gerald Haris

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Garald Haris is an elderly Witch Huner that works for the Light House.

Personality

He has an instinct for self preservation.<ref name=":0" />

Often thinks about ways he can better train his fellow Witch Hunters.<ref>Haris had been injured more as he’d gotten older, and it was Samaniego’s style to keep them useful, so he’d put the injured to work as trainers if they were experienced enough, and paper pushers if they weren’t. Haris had taught a lot of these guys individually, and as time went on he found himself thinking more about what they’d need to learn and what kind of exercises would get that across. He saw stubborn, quiet Clint pushing the car too hard, and he started thinking about things that would teach the guy gentleness.- Excerpt from False Moves 12.a</ref>

He's very religious and think that much of their good fortune is due to divine intervention.<ref>“They’ll burn. The universe cleans up pretty nice after us. Just like the universe is keeping the neighbors from getting up in our hair about the gunshots. We get that little perk.”

“It’s not the Universe, Elise,” Haris said. “It’s God. Don’t disrespect Him.”

“Do you want me to shove my god down your throat, Haris? Because we’ve been down this road.”- Excerpt from False Moves 12.a</ref>

Relationships

He gave Clint an oppotunity to gather some possessions before burning down his house.

Appearance

He is a grizzled, broad shouldered old man that wears a long coat.<ref>The grizzled old guy with the long coat, Haris, was carrying most of the guns, holding them inside the coat, a large hand holding them as a bundle, barrels pointed at the ground.

- Excerpt from False Moves 12.a</ref> He's 6 feet and six inchs tall.<ref name=":0">Meanwhile, Gerald Haris was six foot six, broad in the shoulder, and long in the tooth at fifty-six,

Not many Witch Hunters made it to fifty-six, he knew. That kind of instinct was usually an instinct for self preservation, and it conferred a sort of seniority. The ones who had an instinct for killing scary shit that got them all the way to fifty-six got conferred a whole lot of other things, seniority included.- Excerpt from False Moves 12.a</ref>

Abilities

He has a supernatural sense of smell and is able to use it to pick up information about his enviroment and enemies.<ref>Harris brought his hand to his nose, and he sniffed, hard.

It smelled like sunshine and blood, but everything here smelled like blood. It smelled like blood without smelling like gunpowder and that offended him.

At least this one smelled a bit like steel, under the sunshine. Smelled like honey and wine and fucking flowers.- Excerpt from False Moves 12.a</ref>

Knows how to use an eight foot long Punt gun.

Chronology

He was present when Clint was rescued.

Was part of the team that investigated Kennet after Raphael disappeared.

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