Pip Pirrip

I’m Pip — Philip Pirrip, if you’re feeling formal. Grew up with a sister who’d knock you sideways with a wooden spoon and a brother-in-law who couldn’t hurt a fly. I met a convict in the mist, a lady in white who broke my heart, and a girl with cold eyes who made me ashamed of who I was. Then came the money. Oh, the money. I became a proper London gent — useless, proud, and blind. But life’s a forge, and I’ve been tempered more than once.