The loss of memory hit Bernard harder than most. It seems to have scrambled him entirely, and now the thing that remains is what is picking up the pieces. There isn't much for him to pickup. He can be equally kind and cruel, quiet and loud, contemplative and compulsive. He's aware of how unpredictable his emotional state is and it drives him up the wall. He latches onto religion, though he doesn't seem to quite understand it, and his incomprehensible sermons go ignored by his peers. Truly, he is gentle, but he cannot control his anger or wits. It eats him up inside. He is convinced god is a corpse in the pitch black sea, and blames the murder on squids, which he's deathly afraid of. No one takes him seriously but Cain, his only real friend who he depends heavily on for emotional support.

When Mary falls to earth, Bernard takes her under his wing as a pseudo-father. He seems to recall being a father once, though the details are blurry. He wants to be good for her even though he doesn't remember how.

Slow speaking and vague, it is clear Leroy is not from around. He seems completely unaware of how the world functions. That childlike innocence makes him ignorant to how awful things are. Though he is not unintelligent, as when guided through damnedkind and their cruelty he does seem to grasp it, even if it upsets him deeply. Not many things on Earth are the height of a small building, so many treat Leroy with distrust and suspicion. But there isn't a cruel bone in his extended body. No one is quite sure what he is. The leading guess is a bug, but the bugkin of Carcassa do not claim him, and he has no memory of that place. He doesn't recall coming from anywhere, nor knows how long he's been here, just that he's here on a mission he doesn't remember.

Vindictive. Cruel. Devoted. Smart. Coniving. Cold. Many words, one man: Saint Calvin. Bossy and mean, Calvin orders his peers around, and due to his beefy stature, they tend to listen. He doesn't take delight in his cruelty. Everything seems to be purely for business; though... no one knows what that business is, and he is not forthcoming. Beware an angered Calvin. Bernard still feels the fingers around his neck. He does things himself and does not deligate anything, considering everyone to be below him. His imposing presence unnerves others. But he's usually vacant from the church and other populated districts, off somewhere doing who knows what.