to find my worth


Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden

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to find my worth
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List of notable entries and such on Harry's journal.



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most likely to be misunderstood
In the world of The Dresden Files, if a Wizard meets your eyes he can look into your soul. Harry avoids holding people's gazes because of this, but sometimes it does happen! So out of curiosity as much as possibility...

Can I Soulgaze You?

What will I see, i.e. what kind of person are you? Is your soul pure as driven snow, or is it splattered with blood? Have you had a happy life? Or is your soul torn and beaten from hardship? You can take this as literally or artistically as possible.

Harry is NOT:

- a mindreader (i.e. access to thoughts)
- psychic (i.e. access to memories)
- going to use anything he sees against you

This poll is mostly for fun.

Everyone Harry (or Molly!) soulgazes with will be able to get a peek into their souls as well~ Harry's is tainted, though, so prepare to be a little shaken.

Edit: Molly and I have decided to play this straight -- the soulgaze does not work on anything inhuman! So if Harry meets your eyes and nothing happens, HE WILL KNOW. For the record~

Obligatory App Post!
every word you're not saying
Character: Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden
Series: The Dresden Files
Job: Paranormal Investigator
Character Age: late 20s (27-28~)

Canon: In modern day Chicago you might not expect to find a genuine Wizard, a man with old world magic and rough handed chivalry. But that's just who you'd find, upon searching for Wizards in the yellow pages. His name is Harry Dresden, and he's the real deal. With talismans, potions, a wizard's staff and blasting rod, and the assistance of an ancient magical spirit named Bob who lives in a skull, Harry fights the monsters of the Nevernever, the attacks of malicious spirits, and the worst evils of all -- humans who misuse magic for their own purposes.

Quick-witted and honorable, sarcastic and gruff, and often brooding or grumpy, Harry is your average social recluse. But he rarely turns down a case when people are in danger or need... or when he's broke. Still, when you know the truth about the things that go bump in the night, it's hard not to feel a need to protect the poor schmucks that don't have a clue. Unfortunately for Harry, wanting to help people doesn't really improve his people skills -- Harry is an utter failure at relationships. Sort of like with his magic (Harry lacks fine control and is something of a wizardly thug, using brute force in most instances), he is blunt and artless in dealing with people, often saying juuuuuust the right thing that will piss them off without meaning to. Somehow, despite offending the higher up wizards dozens of times over, he manages to maintain a long list of contacts in the magical/supernatural world -- likely an acknowledgment of his abilities as a Wizard.

Harry lives very simply, due to both an unfortunate tendency to destroy modern technology and a lack of money. It's the latter that spurs him to consult with the Chicago police department on 'unusual' cases, sharing (to an extent that won't get his ass handed to him by the senior wizards) his knowledge of the supernatural to solve crimes. He gets beat up on a regular basis, rushes headlong into situations he isn't quite equipped to handle ...and sometimes he makes love potions out of tequila. But you can blame that one on Bob.

Sample App:
Lost items found. Paranormal Investigations.
Consulting. Advice. Reasonable Rates.
No Love Potions, Endless Purses, Parties,
or Other Entertainment

There we go -- just like home! I know what you're thinking. Rabbits out of hats, sawing people in half, card tricks -- that's a Magician, kids, and Miss Sayre hired me to set you straight. Wizards are the real thing. Incantations, potions, spell work, and fighting demons named Monty. And, yeah, I know what you're thinking now, too: What self respecting demon would go by "Monty"? Is this guy for real? Let's keep it simple and go with "Yes." And before you go for the obvious joke, I've seen the full Monty... it's not a pretty sight.

Normally, I wouldn't reveal this much, but seeing as the toucans are doing the macarena and there are purple gorillas trying to use me as a sex toy, I think the ship has kinda sailed, you know? The barn door's open, the cows are out, and the bag is really devoid of cats. So, I'm hoping there's someone out there who can clue me in as to what kind of wacky mojo is being... Uh, mojo'd. Alright, so I lost the roll, but I was on it for a minute there.

Anyway, I'm a private investigator of the paranormal sort... and I figure being here, you all need a crash course in dealing with the supernatural. So, the ABCs of the paranormal. Most importantly: People might think you're crazy, but just because you're paranoid doesn't mean there isn't an invisible demon about to eat your face. It's a lesson well learned, really. Always be on your guard, no matter how safe you think you are or how little clothing you have on. Like this one time, a toad demon caught me in the shower and chased me outside, without even my blasting rod. Normally, I'd say, "Whip out your staff, man! WHIP IT OUT!" but when you're buck naked with shampoo in your eyes, it's really all you can do to tuck it in and flee. Which is another important point: There's nothing honorable about dying unless you're protecting someone, so know when to run away.

Next: After looking around a little, I'm worried that you're getting worked up over the wrong things. Marcy? Yeah, she's big, but compared to a horny succubus, she's a kitten. Besides, she's trapped in the lake... if she's ever able to slither through an air vent and hoover your crotch while you're sleeping? Then we'll talk. But the Tuesday soup? Now that's something to be afraid of. It's a potion, and from what I can tell a dangerous one. I'm not one to ever turn down a free meal, but I've got an idea of what human flesh and brussels sprouts can do to a person. Dark magic won't just wear off in a few hours, like indigestion after bad takeout. Plus, it makes you gassy.

I think I've covered the basics now. Time to go evade the wildlife and figure out exactly what kind of containment spell this "barrier" is. You might want to stand back, just in case. This probably won't blow anything up or set anything on fire. Probably. Uh. One, two... aperio!

Damn it, I was kidding! That one never explodes on me. Owww, my---tail?! Well that's an interesting transmogrification.

Is there a veterinarian in the house?


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