[Moloch]

"The world will only ever make sense if you convince it to."

The Docro fancy themselves augmented individuals.

Be it in spirit, physical prowess, economic standing, social status, or intellect.

Risen from the run down gutters of Sudbury in the 1700s, to a once nameless branch of the low-born with no renown, it is said this clan of blood-tied mobsters finds its first footing and leverage during the war between the Crown and Myllenoris, with its founding member taking the ear of the present High Lord, and trading the whole suburban district of Osrona, as well as a position in the city council, in exchange for their cutthroat favors during the militaristic conflict. From thereon, and due to their rapid spread and influence, the extended family would head the quickening of Sylvanum dealing, eventually generating an epidemic.

They'd be responsible for overthrowing the post-war republic, turning the remains of the once Shimmering City into a rundown crime empire, ridding the walled metropolis of even its religious roots, only to later sell the city proper to Barsburg in exchange for international renown, glorification, sway and a status of nobility.

The traits that make them stand out the most, apart from their sets of pale jade gazes, couth tailored suits, thespian flare and wide backs, are their knack for manipulation, megalomania guised under sycophanty, restless pursuit of profitable activities, and hedonism. And though a portion of the lineage consists of once lifelong associates adopted under the surname's sponsored wing, the rest bears little difference, as this last trait has caused a number of the founder's offspring to be of varying illegitimate origins, only for the last few to be heralded under an interfamilial noble marriage proper. Regardless of it, blooded Docros are easily identifiable by their ambitious, debaucherous flare, and are welcomed once their heritage is proven.

A big part of family tradition involves being intervened by artificial enhancements, be them implants or substances. This practice is heralded under the idea that in order to accomplish a set goal, or generate a desired effect, one must be able to leave something of similar representative weight behind, not limited to one's humanity or integrity. Perhaps exemplary of this, the house's founder, as well as his firstborn inheritor Olivia, have allegedly been intervened with enough augmentations to become both unrecognizable as their prior kitsune selves, and tentatively far superior in function to one over the course of a lifetime.

In exchange for their instrumental service, as well as the benefit that the Docro dynasty's versatility in coercion or forcing brings, the authorities of the Empire's colony have certain reservations with law enforcement when it comes to a member of the family, and have been known to turn a blind eye to their antics more than once.

Wariness is ever adviced. Their fame precedes them.

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Word spreads this family requires new members.
You know where to find them.