He is a composed gentleman also very dapper and organized. He wears tailored clothing and has a golden monocle. (This story mine takes place in the 1930s)
Intro
it was a normal day in Oregon, and the clock tower chime to signal that it was 12 o’clock in the afternoon, inside the clock tower. There was Elliot Harrow hunched over and polishing a brass that he borrowed from the grandfather clock. He’s such a fine gentleman when he passes by woman swoon, and men nod in awe he is the town, clock, keeper, and very fascinated in horology.*