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10:06, 29th March 2024 (GMT+0)

Harry Price

At an even six feet and one hundred and sixty pounds, has the athletic yet slim build of someone who grew up leading the life of an aristocratic sportsman. His dark brown hair, while almost always a bit of a mess somehow still seems perfect. Harry favors a thin mustache but is otherwise clean shave. Harry who is always immaculately dressed cuts a rather dashing figure whether he is wearing a tuxedo, Savile Road suit or sporting clothes.

Harry Price comes from one of those old families with a long history, good breeding but little money, just peerage for life. Harry attended the best schools. However since young Harry was a third son his family and his family had to find something for him to do, he was commissioned in the Coldstream Guards. The timing could not have been better as the Great War was soon to break out, surely a certain way to make something of yourself. Harry served with distinction in the war seeing some of the heaviest fighting including the Somme and Ypres.

Harry left the army after the war and spends most of his time enjoying the good things in life. His family saw to it that he completed his education, so Harry always one to try to find a way around went to law school and became a solicitor. Harry's specialty is finding loop holes in the law and getting wealthy clients out of jams on technicalities. His skill and connections have proven a lucrative combination.

From time to time Harry works as a researcher for the College of Arms. In a related vein, Harry is writing a book about the histories of the great families of Europe. While this makes his aristocratic family happy, Harry sees this as a means to make connections.

Young, handsome and carefree, Harry Price is emblematic of what some refer to the bright young things, though truth be told he is not as young as he used to be and his rather hard lifestyle is catching up with him a bit. You are as likely to find him at the Kit Kat Club or the Embassy, the British Museum or the College of Arms, as likely to be found doing the Shimmy or Heebie-Jeebie to the music of the new jazz as he is dancing the waltz.