Huey .D Harmon's Questionnaire

Huey D. Harmon lives in New Orleans, Louisiana. He was born and raised in the city’s Mid-City neighborhood, a place known for its blend of historic charm and urban grit. Despite the growing dangers of living in a world that’s becoming more aware of supernatural threats, Huey stays because New Orleans feels like the heart of hidden magic—old spells linger in the air, and every back alley seems to hold a secret. He believes it’s his responsibility to maintain the balance between humanity and the supernatural here, where the veil between the two worlds feels thinnest.

His home is a small, aging shotgun house shared with his aunt, who’s unaware of his curse. The walls are lined with fading photographs and shelves packed with old books, some mundane, some not-so-mundane. The place is cozy but cluttered, a quiet refuge where Huey can research supernatural lore and wrestle with the burden of his lycanthropy in private.

Huey D. Harmon scrapes by with odd jobs around New Orleans, mostly doing under-the-table work like fixing bikes, running errands for local shopkeepers, or helping tourists navigate the more obscure parts of the city. His finances are tight, and his “Poor” status means he’s constantly juggling what little cash he earns. Sometimes, he picks up small gigs online through platforms like Offr, though the pay is often unreliable.

Most of his money goes toward necessities—cheap meals, second-hand clothes, and maintaining his worn-out smartphone, which is essential for staying ahead of supernatural news. Whatever’s left usually goes toward books or supplies related to supernatural research, like old folklore texts or basic protective charms from local voodoo shops. Occasionally, he’ll stash away a few dollars for silver antidotes or emergency escapes, just in case his curse puts him or someone else in danger.

Huey D. Harmon’s ambition is to preserve the balance between the human and supernatural worlds—not just by keeping the supernatural hidden, but by preventing either side from destroying the other. He believes that exposure of creatures like himself could lead to mass panic, violent purges, or exploitation by powerful organizations. His ultimate goal is to find a cure or at least gain control over his lycanthropy, turning his curse into a tool for protection rather than destruction.

Huey is willing to risk everything to achieve this balance. He wouldn’t kill without just cause, but if someone threatened to expose the supernatural world or harm innocent people, he’d cross that line if necessary. As for himself, he’d willingly put his life on the line—whether it’s facing stronger supernatural entities, confronting powerful organizations like OWL or Prometheus Ventures, or surviving near-fatal transformations. In his mind, dying to maintain the balance is better than living as the monster who let everything fall apart.

The most defining event of Huey D. Harmon’s life occurred when he was fifteen years old—the night he first transformed into a werewolf under a full moon. What was supposed to be a normal evening turned into a nightmare when he woke up covered in blood, clothes torn to shreds, with no memory of what had happened. He later learned that a neighbor’s dog had been mauled, though no one suspected him.

This traumatic experience shattered Huey’s sense of safety and control, forcing him to confront the terrifying reality of his condition. It turned him into a deeply cautious, logical thinker—obsessed with learning everything about the supernatural world to prevent future harm. That night didn’t just curse him; it gave him a purpose: to control the beast within and ensure the world never sees him as just another monster on a viral video feed.

1. Aunt Marlene Harmon – Huey’s aunt and legal guardian since his parents died in a car accident when he was young. A no-nonsense woman in her late 40s, Marlene works two jobs as a nurse and a bartender. She’s sharp-witted, practical, and deeply caring, even if she struggles to express it. Unaware of Huey’s supernatural condition, she thinks his withdrawn nature and frequent absences are just signs of teenage rebellion. Huey is closest to her and feels a constant weight of guilt for hiding his secret, but he justifies it as protecting her from a dangerous truth.

2. Jasper “Jazz” LeBlanc – Huey’s best (and only real) friend from school, Jazz is a conspiracy theorist and aspiring crypto-journalist who’s obsessed with supernatural sightings on CryptoLeak. Ironically, Jazz has no idea Huey is connected to the very events he researches. Huey often uses Jazz’s online findings as clues for supernatural activity around New Orleans.

3. Father Emmanuel Dupree – A local priest and former occult scholar, Father Dupree serves as an unofficial mentor to Huey. Aware of the supernatural world’s dangers, he helps Huey research his condition and offers advice on resisting his darker instincts. While he disapproves of violence, he understands that Huey’s burden isn’t always a matter of choice.

If you ask Huey, he’ll just shrug and say, “Never knew him. Ain’t much to say.” His mom never talks about it either—shuts down the conversation before it even starts, like the answer’s a door better left closed.

All Huey really knows is this: His mom, Miss Delilah Harmon, is a sharp, no-nonsense woman with a thick Creole accent and hair as red as fire, like she’s carryin’ some secret history in every strand. She runs a tight ship at home, working two jobs just to keep things steady. But there’s always been this edge to her, like she’s waiting for something—or maybe someone—to come back.

Sometimes, Huey catches her looking at him too long, like she’s searching for something familiar in his face but never quite finds it.

As for his dad? Well, the rumors swirl in Huey’s own head more than anywhere else. Some say the blood of monsters runs through him—evidence of that’s written in the claws that threaten to grow every full moon. Maybe his dad wasn’t just some deadbeat who ran off. Maybe he was the reason Huey’s cursed, the shadow in every nightmare his mom won’t speak of.

Maybe the stories about the Big Bad Wolf weren’t just fairy tales after all.

But until the truth comes knockin’, Huey’s just gonna keep his head down, try to survive, and hope the monster inside doesn’t start lookin’ too much like the man who left him behind

Man, yeah… sorta. I mean, I think I have.

It’s not like I’ve had any grand romance or anything—life don’t exactly hand out fairytale endings to folks like me. There was this girl back in school, though. Amara. She had this wild laugh that made everything feel less heavy, y’know? Every time she looked my way, my stomach would twist up like I just drank bad milk. I never worked up the nerve to actually say anything, though.

It’s hard to focus on crushes when half the time you’re worried about not growlin’ at folks during a full moon or hiding new scars from supernatural nonsense. And let’s be real, I ain’t exactly the smoothest talker. Every time I tried to speak, it came out like static—awkward, fumbling, just… bad.

So yeah, maybe I’m a lovesick fool, but luck? Nah, that ain’t showed up yet