If ever there was a cat who got the cream,it’s Evrart Claire, foreman of the Dockworkers’ Union of Martinaise. Knownlocally as “the Union boss,” he wields power that far exceeds the powersgranted by his office.
This should come as no surprise inRevachol, a city provisionally governed by a coalition of nations lessinterested in governing than in casual exploitation, where even law enforcement– and that includes you! – has little authority. People like Evrart who knowhow to be something for everyone flourish in such circumstances. You’ll findthat the citizens of Martinaise either love him or hate him, but all of themare forced to reckon with him — and with the members of the Dockworkers’ Union,who think of themselves as the real police in Martinaise.
Upon meeting him, you’ll quickly realizethat Evrart is a man of great ambition and few scruples. But he’ll alwayswelcome you with a smile and insist on talking “man to man.” You may findyourself thinking he’s just a mob boss putting up a congenial front, but, then,who and what is there apart from organized crime and corporations (arguablyinterchangeable terms) to keep the peace and attempt steps toward progress inthe region? Surrounded by apartment buildings still bearing the marks of thefailed Revolution of half a century ago, you may be tempted to hope that a fatcat whose primary motivations are to increase his power and line his ownpockets is an appropriate leader.
And while you may not trust him, you’llhave to reckon with him, just like everybody else. He knows things. He haspeople.
Oh, and Evrart also has an identical twinbrother, Edgar, who is up to pretty much the same things. They’ve taken turnsrunning the Union. Which is to say: the Claires have been an institution untothemselves.
Let’s not forget that Evrart’s also just aman, though. He likes his black coffee. He likes fishing. And he’ll work withyou, whatever your political leanings, however odd your behaviour – and he’lldo it with his signature smile.