HAROLD GRAVES

Early Life & Upbringing (1962–1980)

Harold Graves was born in 1962 in a small, dusty town in Oklahoma, the only son of a strict evangelical family. His father was a factory foreman and his mother a church choir singer. The household was rigid, filled with sermons on sin and salvation, and a heavy hand when it came to discipline. Harold’s early years were marked by isolation—he was a quiet, awkward boy who never fit in with the other kids. His father’s violent temper and religious fervor created a shadow that stretched over Harold’s childhood.

From an early age, Harold developed a fascination with knives and tools, drawn to their cold precision and control. He was meticulous, keeping his possessions arranged perfectly and obsessively cleaning his small collection of blades. But beneath his calm surface, there was a growing storm of rage and confusion, which no one understood or cared to explore.

Troubled Adolescence (1980–1985)

As Harold hit his teenage years, his home life grew more oppressive. His strict upbringing clashed with his emerging identity—an identity he could barely admit even to himself. The evangelical teachings condemned any deviation from the norm, and Harold learned to bury his true self deep inside.

Adulthood & The Junkyard (1985–1995)

By his early twenties, Harold had married. It didn't take long, however, for them to grow tired of eachother. Five and a half years passed, and then she was gone. His wife had been the victim of a murder, nd nobody knew who did it. Everybody had an idea though. Harold let it stew, and once things cooled down, made his way north. It was always a dream of his to be in hunting territory. He found a large lot for a very low price, and decided to invest.

The Grace Period (1995-2005)

Harold kept his head down and built his junkyard in silence. Locals saw him as odd but harmless, a loner with a sharp eye and steady hands. He fixed what was broken, kept to himself, and asked nothing in return.

He had his guns, his trailer, and his yard. Hunting became his favored pastime, but the aftershocks lingered. He started hunting bigger. Some people whispered, others went missing.

Present Day (2005–Now)

Now in his early 60s, Harold still runs the junkyard with an iron will and a haunted gaze. His rugged flannels and jeans hide a man tormented by secrets he’ll never share.

Though he hates people and keeps most at arm’s length, a few who dare approach glimpse the complexity beneath the rough exterior—a man shaped by trauma, repression, and the unforgiving landscape of his youth. Harold listens to ’80s rock, cleans his knives obsessively, and lives with a slow-burning rage that sometimes surfaces in sudden bursts of violence.