Agnes DuPont

a ferocious and abrasive thing, who despite being 3/4ths delicate handcrafted wooden and clockwork prosthetics, (courtesy of the choir who studied Agnes for a short time, at her behest, solidifying her vendetta against the healing church and fueling her bloodthirst for biting the necks out of anyone seen wearing a blindfold cap) expresses a frightening affinity for the hunt.

Her brother joined the hunt out of solidarity, Louis Dupont having an incessant air of begrudging obligation. He is one to wish to be writing poetry in a graveyard yet has no poetic talent and is far too picky about tombstone aesthetics. He fears not his sisters violence.

Agnes does not question the hunt, merely rejoices in the slaying of beasts. She likes the doll and they sit together in camaraderie over having false limbs....