December 12, 1987 in Cambridge, England, Dr. Anne Burgess and Prof. Harry Burgess welcomed a 9 pound, 2 ounce baby into the world after a vigorous and extremely difficult labor even for a first child, estimated to be 42 hours long. Since the moment Harry Caleb Burgess Jr. was born, he had the temperament of a hyperactive child. There was no possible way to put him down for bed unless he ran completely out of energy with fits and giggles. With the years progressing, his impaired functioning developed rapidly and worse, putting strain on the Burgess's marriage. Harry Sr.'s job as the professor for Modern History at Cambridge University was lost after a student scandal broke out and eventually the scandal led to the divorce of Harry's parents. Anne won custody of her son and moved across seas to New York City. Being only 4 years old, his adjustment came quick, but his hyper kinetic behavior became even more of a problem as he began grade school. Constant trips into the principal's office for his refusal to follow directions led to bi-weekly meetings with a psychologist, in hopes discussing any distress he was going through would solve itself that way. The more meetings he attended, the more the man in the black-rimmed glasses figured his problem wasn't anxiety. He was diagnosed with Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder shortly after a few sessions. Harry, being as young as he was and naive, had no idea whom the man in the nicely-tailored suit was and he grew fond of the man who soon became to be known as Adam. As Harry grew older, his visits to Adam became more frequent, mostly out of frustration with the kids at school and his rejection of taking meds. Much like many children diagnosed with ADHD, he turned into a vegetable when medicated - he knew he'd just learn how to control himself instead of constantly being sedated and unable to enjoy life. And that he did, though, still to this day he has his mishaps and allows himself to let loose, he's taught himself when it is appropriate to let go.
● Nicknames range from Harry Pothead (dubbed by his high school's soccer teammates), to Burg which is short for Burgess. Normally he'll be referred to as Harry, unless Delanie is calling for his attention in which he'll be known as Horry, or if his mother is nagging him; he'll be full-named.
● His British accent isn't much in tact, it's more New York than anything. At times he slurs his words, occasionally displaying his Brit side, usually when he's cursing or enunciating slowly and sarcastically. His tiny lisp slips at times as well and most people latch onto it for jokes. The only things that have stayed very much British through the years is his sense of style and of course, his name. Possibly even his sense of humor, seeing that is it more crude than Americans.
● Spends much of his time getting stoned in Central Park and playing soccer with friends/messing with the bums sprawled out on each park bench. Each hobo has their own silly name bestowed upon them by no one other than Harry himself.
● Enjoys rap music more than he should and well, any kind of dirty music in general that makes most human beings uncomfortable. His musical taste is described as broad and he'll keep an open mind for new bands. The only thing he steers away from is J-Pop. It disturbs him more than it should.
● Oddly enough, has an obsession with the Harry Potter series in its entirety. This fact is often unbeknownst to many until he makes a reference in casual conversation about the wizardry world. He even attends the 12am premieres of each film and still has yet to miss one.
● He's able to stand up for himself when the time calls for such action, but when it comes to Delanie, she wears the pants in their 3 1/2 year relationship.
● Was never one for gore movies until D's obsession with them became relevant and after time, the whole macabre genre of films grew on him.
● Has one too many embarrassing quirks, such as his fear for any kind of amphibian, especially turtles. He can't bare to sleep without some sort of light in the room, whether it be the tv or the light radiating from his iPod. He's very aviatophobic; the idea of flying makes him rather queasy. His biggest quirk of all that he cannot indulge any food that touches one another, thus leading him to separate runny foods from solid ones onto different plates and eating his dinner that way.
● Has a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel named
Turk and a Beagle named
J.D. Both names spawn from two main characters of Harry's favorite show, 'Scrubs'. He plans to get mates for his two dogs in due time named Elliot and Carla to follow the show's format with the couples.
● Whenever there's downtime, Harry prefer to escape his life through books. His favorite novels are exclusively from the Gothic fiction genre of writing and include The House of the Seven Gables, Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, and of course Dracula.
● Is a pescetarian, mostly because of his dislike for fish. He doesn't care enough not to eat them, but since watching a slaughter first hand at the age of 12 thanks to his grandfather, he's cut mammals and birds from his diet completely.
● He's an avid carrot eater. With any kind of sauce, whether it be ranch dressing, peanut butter, even strangely enough butter. There isn't a day that goes by where the boy hasn't been seen not nibbling on a carrot.
● Would like to actually be a vampire. No, really.
● Sarcasm is one form of wit at the tip of his tongue. He uses his acridity more than usual, leading many to think he's arrogant which really isn't the case at all. Seriousness isn't much of his forte and playing things off in a mocking way eases him through the issues he truly doesn't feel like facing.
● Things he has yet to accomplish before he dies: learn how to swim without plugging his nose, get good at Texas Holdem enough to even win a game, grow a full beard, watch Nosferatu (he never manages to get through it because he is a big baby at heart), leave a legacy, make biscuits without burning them, rob a band, meet J.K. Rowling and adopt elvish as a second language.