Hamilton St. John

New Prince, just declared as our story begins. His eyes dart about constantly, taking in everything and nothing. When he speaks it is slow and deliberate. He rubs his hands together a lot and gesticulates constantly. An unremarkable appearing man of medium build, Hamilton is always impeccably dressed and groomed, perhaps out of a fear of conforming to his clan stereotype. He is an older man with a distinguished face and gray hair, and although is known to always comport himself with dignity, lately he has seemed more erratic than usual.