Jessie Sweetwater

I was raised by a toady. People hear toady, they think a repellent, unscrupulous, broken thing that snivels and licks the boots of more powerful monsters. Yeah, that. That's my role model.

His name is probably not Lurch, but he has forgotten any other so that is the only way to get his attention now. His spine is bent, his shoulder a mass of shattered bone fused solid like a heavy mushroom cap trophy to whatever horrid trauma he survived to win it. He won't look you in the eye but if he did you would see one a clear grey and the other a swollen mass engorged with blood and weeping pus. That is the only face of love I have ever known.