|Hair Color||Sable Brown|
|Eye Color||Dark Emerald Green|
|Parents||Alaricia Nightgold, Barton Ashford|
|Siblings||Olivia Ashford, Aislin Ashford|
|Uncles/Aunts||Albern Ashford, Lorton Nightgold, Pharamond Ashford, Raymond Tyde, Gilda Ashford, Osmond Nightgold, Rognan Nightgold, Helena Nightgold, Benedict Ashford, Brogan Nightgold, Neddim Nightgold|
|Cousins||Nadia Nightgold, Cassius Pravus, Lydia Nightgold, Rainier Ashford, Signe Nightgold, Addison Ashford, Eleyna Velenosa, Sigurd Nightgold, Mydas Velenosa, Killian Ashford, Iraia Nightgold, Avary Ashford, Adalmus Nightgold, Lethe Tyde, Archeron Tyde, Rhea Acheron, Riagnon Acheron|
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His dark brown hair is worn swept back from his face, no doubt pushed out of place by impatient fingers, the likes of which are more calloused than those of many noblemen. Harlan is handsome, not ruggedly so but certainly rough around the edges, with sensual, dark green eyes and a strong jawline sporting a nigh-perpetual five o'clock shadow. Athleticism is written into his lean frame, the muscles of which are usually drawn taut save for when he is released into the great outdoors, at which point he seems to visibly relax.
Harlan embodies the spirit of the Ashford family; he is adventurous, brave, bold, and daring. An avid hunter, Harlan is in his element in the great outdoors, with leather armor, a bow, and a hunting falcon his only allies against the savagery of nature. Unfortunately for Harlan, he is not simply a representative of the Ashford family, but the heir, and as such, much of the time he could be spending under the open sky is instead allotted to the business of running Ashford Keep.
The firstborn of the Duke of Ashford, Harlan has never known a day when he was not slated to govern Ashford Keep after his father, just like his father before him. Also like his father, Harlan served a year in the Vista Glades when he came of age, the order of guards that man the ancient watch stations to the south of Grayson territory. Living high in the treetops, using rope swings and complex pulleys to traverse the distance between towers, lighting beacons using complex signals - it was quite an exciting time for Harlan, so much so that he signed up for a second year, hunting big game that threatened farmsteads on Ashford lands.
All good things come to an end however, and when Duke Barton fell ill, Harlan had his first taste of life as the leader of Ashford Keep. Trained in the ways of the courtier, he put aside his bow and learned to manage lands and coffers, all the while dreaming of the next hunt behind a mask of polite attention. Harlan wears his mask well however, for despite his preference for freedom and the open range, none could accuse him of not taking his duties seriously. He dances at balls, collects the best wines, and courts women his mother would find suitable, all in the hopes that when the work day is done, he'll be free once more.