She treats her twisted bond as a servant, as a spy, as an extension of her being when her presence is deemed either unnecessary or inconvenient. Having warped Dirck Garandevierken from a typical Aigard into a hulking, mindless monster characterized by Aigard myth, Racun has placed her bond into position to terrify and cow those Aigard that she does not deem fit for immediate warping. Now referred to only as 'the bosje', Dirck is but a pet on a short leash. If there is anything left of the previously honorable Aigard, it is hidden deep below layers of twisted hatred, pain, and homicidal tendencies.

Racun's plans for world domination have been stymied in the years past by a truly inconvenient Fire Goddess, named Alumine Chxalli, who has thwarted her every power move. When Racun moves subtly, the fireling of "balance" seems to allow her to play out their twisted game of chess... but whenever Racun attempts a more aggressive tact, she finds herself truly entangled. This has been a thorn in her side for decades (or millenia, perhaps; there have been numerous attempts to sneak into other times and dimensions that Racun has found herself ejected from after only minor success, after all!) and it's only lately that another Balespawn has found its way to her side.

Racun has taken the younger Bränna under her wing with promises of a bond as loyal and powerful as her own Dirck... but moreover, she looks forward to the day when she can ambush Alumine and her small, stubborn nation, before steamrolling over the rest of the continent. If she has to divvy it up with her niece, she will tolerate that for the sake of family, but Racun is so hungry for a win she may be ignoring her own lust for power. Having corrupted her bond into a mindless servant, she has no-one close enough to allay her passing worries.

The Bosje is a nightmare image, and his fearful qualities are only emphasized by his rare appearances. Most of the time, the Bosje slinks in the shadows. His presence can be determined by the sound of his strange gait (it sounds like a cross between horses hooves on stone and stepping into mud) and by his long, deep, sighing breaths. His presence brings with him a feeling of nausea, enhanced by Racun's borrowed energy twisting native Aigard magic.

(Formerly: Dirck's skin is ruddy instead of the darker-tan colour of most of his brethren, and his hair is an auburn red. He keeps the latter shorn quite close to his head, though unlike many Aigard men, he allows a razor-thin beard to trace from one side of his jaw to another. His wedge-shaped ears are decorated with black studs from lobe to tip, and his clothing, while not especially rich, is usually in the black and red combination that signifies the House of Vierken, from which he hails. He's slightly more bulky than most Aigard, which isn't saying much as the species as a whole are fairly slim. His digitigrade legs are particularly muscled, as he is well-trained in the special martial art of 'Votenedace', in which one uses ones feet (or weapons fashioned to be held by the feet) to strike most blows.)

(Formerly: Confident and very prideful of his House, Dirck considers himself a wise man. He's spent many years in many jobs, and has gathered knowledge and skills that a lot of Aigard can hardly scoff at. He's competent, though sometimes he can come across as arrogant. Despite this, he's a good hand at manipulating people for their own good. He was Aleta's partner.)