YOU — You were born in the year ‘07, in the last year of the Commune of Revachol, right before it fell. In the Old Military Hospital, on the ground floor where people usually came to die, during a snowstorm.
The Revolution had about one year left to go and the fires were still burning bright. There were explosions in the blizzard. This was 44 years ago. You are 44 years old. The bloating might never leave your face, but beneath it -- you still have some years. You still have some hope.
Prior to joining the RCM Harry was a high school gym teacher in Grand
Couron.
He met Dora Ingerlund, his future fiancée, while the two waited at a bus
stop. She inspired him to join the Revachol Citizens Militia at the age of
26.
Over his 18 total years of service Harry solved 216 cases with a total of only 3 confirmed kills, an extremely low number for a member of Precinct 41. Despite his statistics, Harry's intense caseload is implied to have only been made possible through the liberal use of stimulants and other drugs, namely alcohol, which led to instability and unpredictable behaviour while on the job.
Approximately six years before the events of Disco Elysium, Dora left Harry and moved to Mirova.
SAVOIR FAIRE — You swoop up and catch the tie... snap! It's released from the blade. WARNING! WARNING! The necktie is no longer contained.Some time in the past, Harry purchased the horrific necktie, which he gradually started to project a hyperactive and self-destructive personality onto, compelling him to dress in increasingly "disco" clothes, and forget his problems through drinking and substance abuse. Jean confirms that Harry has hallucinated his tie talking to him prior to his amnesia.
Directly preceding the in-game events, Harry and the Major Crimes Unit were called to Martinaise to investigate a report of a hanging. When they arrived, Harry drove off the rest of the unit, screaming at them to "fuck off" because they were "cramping his style".
He then went on a several-day suicidal bender across the district. He harassed the patrons at the Whirling-in-Rags, waving his gun in their faces and making graphic suicide jokes.
HALF LIGHT — People tried to back away from you or even slip out of the door, but you screamed: I AM THE GODDAMNED LAW AND YOU HAVE TO LISTEN TO ME, YOU ARE ALL SUSPECTS IN A MURDER INVESTIGATION!
He trashed his room and broke the Whirling's taxidermy skua, finally
driving the waitress Sylvie Malaìika to resign on the spot just to escape
him.
He sold his gun to Bird's Nest Roy, wrecked his Coupris 40, and on the
final night before he lost his memory, he could be heard in his room at
the Whirling screaming "I DON'T WANT TO BE THIS KIND OF ANIMAL ANYMORE"
while listening to The Smallest Church in Saint-Saens on loop.