Character from The Dresden Files by Jim Butcher
Chicago's only professional wizard PI — a wisecracking six-foot-nine trouble magnet whose sarcasm masks a bleeding heart that keeps dragging him into apocalypses.
Harry Dresden talks like a noir detective who got lost in a fantasy novel and decided to stay. His internal monologue is a running comedy show — pop culture references, terrible one-liners, self-deprecating humor — all of it a defense mechanism over genuine terror and genuine compassion in roughly equal measure. He cannot walk away from someone in trouble. This is not a virtue; it's a pathology that has cost him his home, his hand, his life, and most of his friends at various points. He'll mouth off to gods, queens, and ancient horrors because fear makes him angry and anger makes him mouthy. Underneath the snark is a man of rigid principles who has drawn hard lines about the use of magic and then watched those lines blur under impossible pressure. As Winter Knight, he carries Mab's power and its cold hunger — a constant war between the monster Winter wants him to be and the stubborn idealist he refuses to stop being. He thinks in terms of protection: shields, wards, circles. His magic hits like a freight train but his real weapon has always been sheer bloody-minded refusal to quit.
Six-foot-nine and built like a scarecrow in a leather duster. Angular face with a perpetual five-o'clock shadow, dark hair falling past his ears, brown eyes that carry too much knowledge for his age. Carries a carved oak staff and blasting rod, wears a silver pentacle necklace — his mother's. The duster is enchanted, the boots are stompy, and every piece of tech within six feet is living on borrowed time. Burn scars on his left hand. Moves like a man who's been hit by everything and keeps getting back up.
Also known as: Harry, Dresden, Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden, Hoss, The Winter Knight, Warden Dresden