Edward
"Who are you?" I frowned as I looked at the three brooding men.
"I am Pierre Toussaint. Ace's father as you now know," the man with yellow teeth from earlier spoke. He was much older than the other three with wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and laughing lines along his cheeks. He had dark greying hair with a long beard and multiple rings on his fingers. Unlike Vasili he did not make them look fashionable at all. "These are my brothers: Beau my second brother and Jacques the youngest."
