Rakin Garxo

Rakin Garxo is a Lausán Brewer and infrequent Bartender, currently residing in Vostroya. She almost never leaves the city, as ingredients for her brews are delivered directly to the brewery. While a member of the communist party, she never involves herself much with the United Socialist States of Eldham's internal politics, focusing instead on helping the nation's goals globally by supplying part of the People's Army.

Personal life
Rakin was born to two Lo'Oix parents, with a tiny piece of demonic heritage. While a member of the Garxo family, she is also related to the well known Ortangon and Ronango'O families. She is also one of several great-great-great granddaughters of Xeroise Ronango'O and Buoyo. Unlike her mother Safia Garxo and the rest of her family, she doesn't hold much thought to the people of Anglunia, focusing her comparatively mild distain towards nations that have recently wronged the USSE. Hoping for their downfall is part of what keeps her going through long days in Vostroya's brewery. She would occasionally leech color out of some of her barrels and dye her hair with the resulting liquid, giving her the eye-catching pink hair she has. It was in a bar across the street during her shift where she met her wife, Winter Ratheart-Matsuki. When her brewery was destroyed, it was Winter that rebuilt it for her. It was perfect.

Decay
Winter was Soolian. And Rakin hardly ever ventured outside of her city. As such, the two grew distant, and eventually separated in a very messy divorce. Passersby on the street could see her expression never stray from a blank and soulless one. That is, if she was outside at all. She spent a majority of her time afterwards in her house, simply staring out the window for hours on end, completely still. She would rarely come into the brewery anymore, and even let an extremely valuable barrel age for too long as she simply didn't have the will to stand up and walk down the street.

After a couple of days, she got a visit from Winter's father, Quill Ratheart-Matsuki. She was initially apprehensive about talking to them, but eventually gave in, sitting outside with them on a bench dedicated to Kamirek Garxo and Erana Aurea-Nuwan, Her great grandfather and great grandmother. They talked for hours out there, ended up even flirting a little before she brought him inside. The next day she went back to work at the brewery as demand for her efforts drastically increased, but walking down the road one could see clear hope. Things do get better. She'll be okay.