Leper King of Epidemica, the royal blood gives its blessings and its curses in full to this man who knows no pain and is believed by the people that it grants him long life, robust strength, and immunity to the plagues that thrive in the rabble of the city proper. From behind a mask of white mithril Bob's eyes are proud and seemingly unblinking. He loves to talk and poetry, his voice deep and sinuous he caresses his words. The Hexxus Line has long reigns some outlasting their great great grandsons as if the diseases that spring from Epidemica produced an internal fount of life but the unlucky ones never last. His son Ruber Hexxus is his heir a large and powerful beast of a man who relishes the loss of pain the hereditary leprosy has given him and is covered in weeping sores and bright scars.