My father, Gavin XVII, is the current head of the family. My father was iron-fisted in his youth, which served to keep the crime families of Greyhawk City in their respective places. While he watches the organized crime like the hawks the City is named for, he has been giving my eldest brother, Gavin XVIII, a much larger hand in the running of the family business.
My mother, Maria, is a minor noblewoman of Furyondy from the Barony of Willip. My grandparents on her side of the family were desperate for the match, hoping that the connection to Greyhawk City and the Sevestrian fortune would stave off the inevitable decline of their power. My grandfather, Gavin XVI, agreed to the match in exchange for the heir, my Uncle Edwin, being sent to Greyhawk City with my mother. Rather than just give his future in-laws money, my grandfather was determined that Uncle Edwin would learn how to care for Willip and its people. Uncle Edwin spent five years under Sevestrian tutelage while my father reorganized the Barony’s leadership and finances, making a stable and happy place for his brother-in-law to rule. My mother, for her part, fell in love with Greyhawk City and enjoys finally having the power that her title should have given her. This is not to say she abuses her power, but works diligently to ensure the political superiority of the family in Greyhawk City.
The current nucleus of the family consists of my parents, Gavin XVII and Maria, my two older brothers, Gavin XVIII and Michael, myself, my adopted sister, Victoria Parish, and the twins, Benjamin and Leon. Michael is Gavin’s bodyguard, a traditional role for the second born son. Benjamin and Leon are both engineers and have been building and tinkering with things since they were very little, though Leon is the obvious brains of the operation. Vicky was brought into the main house and shared a room with me after the death of her parents.
I was eight years old when mom told me that Vicky’s parents had died, that she would be living with us from now on, and I would share my room with her. I said okay and spent the next hour cleaning up our room and pushing my bed and desk to one side. Several relatives brought in Vicky’s things from the Parish house and my Uncle Michael helped me get them arranged so everything fit. After we’d finished, dad came in carrying Vicky and set her down on the bed. She was beyond miserable. I sat next to her and brushed the mess out of her hair while she cried. And when it was bed time, I sang her to sleep. Dad was gone for a few days after that and when he reappeared, it was with Ludwig, the mechanical copper dragon that serves as both a recording device and pet in the Parish home. My father had erased everything in Ludwig’s memory with the exception of the conversation Vicky’s parents had just after her birth and what my family refers to as ‘The Chess Lesson.’ Years later, I found out that Ludwig carried a recording of my singing from those first awful months and that knowledge is a better gift than anything anyone could ever give me.