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Born to a line of nobility of the House Steelhart, Harrow was a big and healthy baby with two older brothers and one sister. At the age of four, he was already physically bigger than most of his peers, and was trained by his father - a Knight and famed sword of the Kingdom - in the art of swordplay. A natural at it, Harrow was able to best his father at the age of nine and then squired to one of the comrade at arms of his father. Trained by the sergeant at arms of their land, Harrow began taking part in tourneys and jousts at the age of thirteen. Unhorsing adult Knights and battering them down at foot, he was a natural - and soon enough victory after victory followed. One particular accomplishment was when the boy at age sixteen was able to best a Knight of the King's Own, gaining the attention of the Lord Commander and catching many eyes at the time. The young squire, when he turned eighteen, was soon enough Knighted and served in many campaigns in the name of the King for years. It did not take long before the accomplished Knight was admitted into the ranks of the King's Own.

A bull of a man, a hulking mass of bulging muscle and flesh with heavy shoulders, a thick neck and huge arms that make whatever he wears a size too tight. With his pale bluish skin, this herculean figure could be mistaken for a statue of the perfect masculine figure commonly found in the majestic gardens of any Great House. True to the old reputation of the Steelharts, the man does not smile and a permanent wolf's snarl is plastered across his face as if they are in a perpetual state of wrath and anger. Just as the mastiffs that his family is known for, Harrow has been bred for war. Pale blue eyes and dark, short cut hair, as well as various scars, make up the face of this hound of a man. A nose broken too many times, a horizontal cut across the cheek, a slash across the eyebrow. Yet these features mix in with definite masculine features - a stubbled sharp jawline, dimples in the cheeks and sharp features.

True to the reputation of the previous Steelharts, Harrow is a man of duty that scowls and rarely, ever, smiles. Even though as a part of nobility he has been... 'trained' to act chivalrous, he tends to ignore social etiquette if it comes in the way of his duty. Entirely loyal to the King above all and nothing else, if one thing could be said about Harrow - seemingly a shallow, hardly speaking and rough man - is that he gets the job done, hence his nickname, which he embraces proudly.