Edward Dubois is a major fucker. Don't expect handouts or honest answers or honest any-sort-of-anything from him. In fact, don't really expect shit from him. He's pretty much a cynical bastard and is proud to be so. So it's no surprise that he's an honest-to-god werewolf killer. He cuts their throats in their sleep. But hey, whatever right? What else would you expect from a crummy, corrupted radio broadcaster? Friends, this guy has very few of those. In fact, it wouldn't be too bad to say he doesn't have any. He's got a few guys who pay him off every once in awhile to say this or that and then of course he's got his Citizen of the Sun buddies but even those cold fuckers hate him. Aside from friends, he's got a whole fucking lot of enemies. Obviously. Every werewolf in the city wants to slit his throat and there are secret bets on who can bring in his body first, needless to say; poor Ed has to watch his back. Of course, regular fucking humans hate him too. He's pretty hard to get along with, just because of his cynical and rather ridiculous behavior. He's the guy that always has to have the last word said, always has to be right. Usually he isn't right either, he just makes an ass out of himself. Acquaintances, there are a few of these. Mostly the guys who sell him cocaine every once in awhile, because-hey it's hard to stay awake for days on end to report the news to the people. Lastly are his lovers. Not since Adelynn has he had a woman, in fact he's pretty uneasy about getting another one in fact. He's pretty happy the way he is and doesn't need a fucking woman dragging him down with all her bitching.