Nicknamed "Oily Morry" both for his unctuous manner and for his ability to slip out of tough situations, Moridach Xaron was one of the most notorious organized crime bosses of Djarvin, with his crew involved in dozens of different rackets... until one day he apparently decided to go legit. He appeared in front of a magistrate, made a full confession, and offered to make what restitution he could; while he refused to turn over the names of his own closest criminal associates—partly due to lingering loyalty, partly to avoid assassination (to this latter end, he also made it clear that there were records that would implicate his associates that would be turned over to the law in the event of his untimely death), he did help the court root out other organized crime rings. Rumors spread that Xaron's seeming change of heart was the result of mind control, or blackmail, or that something took the form of the real Xaron and took his place, but there was never any evidence of any of these theories; as far as anyone can tell, Oily Morry really did just suddenly grow a conscience.

Of course, he did not escape punishment for his crimes; Xaron did receive a lengthy prison sentence—but he was a model prisoner, and so helpful to the government that the Heroes' Council granted him clemency and he was released after only serving ten years of his sentence. Despite his having given up his life of crime, Xaron still owned a lot of property, and between that, his financial savvy, and money made from speaking engagements and his published memoirs, Xaron was almost as wealthy after his imprisonment as he had been before it. Now living in a mansion in East Island, Xaron devotes himself to investing and philanthropy... and frequently consulting on matters regarding which his experience in the criminal underworld is useful. If it's all an act and Xaron is still running rackets in secret, he's been very, very good at hiding them.

Moridach Xaron is a burly man with tattoos covering his left arm and much of his chest. He has a strong-jawed face with small ears, thin but expressive eyebrows, and a dimple on his left cheek. Xaron has a deep, somewhat scratchy voice, and often seasons his speech with underworld slang—perhaps this is an old habit he hasn't broken, or perhaps it's a conscious affectation. He likes to dress smartly in tailored suits of slightly eccentric design, usually in shades of cream or oxblood.