Too young to retire from adventure, yet old enough to have witnessed a handful of crises and terrors, Toste Arington (Toss-te Ah-rington) ought to be a pleasent fellow to have around, if one is able to coax some informations out of the man. They way he talks, and gesticulates while doing so, makes it clear that he skipped rhetoric class during schooling, if there ever was one. Stuck in a twisted and distorted reflection of his own world, he never roams the streets without an arsenal of weapons, hidden and unconcealed in equal shares.