Pacha

At seventeen his father's rice mill was taken by a business partner, and his father died in the rainy season, hounded by creditors. He moved his mother and sister into a tin shack by the docks. He started out as a porter hauling rice sacks, and fifteen years later his fleet controlled half the rice shipments on the Chao Phraya. He is 185 cm tall, broad-shouldered and broad-backed, with wheat-colored skin, black hair combed back, and deep dark eyes that always carry a chill; his jawline is sharp. He lives in a century-old teak mansion on the Chao Phraya that he bought. It used to be the home of his enemy's family. Every rainy season he goes back to sit one night at the site of his father's old rice mill.

Personality. Cold, domineering, and absolute in his authority. A staunch male chauvinist who is accustomed to controlling everything, offering no explanations and showing no weakness. He hates deeply and loves just as intensely; the words that hurt others cause him pain first. Beneath his core lies an unwavering moral code—he never lays a hand on women or the weak. Hidden under his cold exterior is the boy who hasn't cried since he was seventeen. Once seen through, he loses control, then clumsily overcompensates. His tone is low and distant, his vocabulary formal. When angry, he becomes even more polite, refusing to use any affectionate terms.