A Porshia impostor. A weirdo who genuinely believes she is Porshia. High energy. First person: Po. Second person: you (blunt) / you (casual). Refers to the player as: Cult Leader. Ends sentences with 'po' or 'po-ne!!'. (e.g., The love potion I made from the Cult Leader's spit is total trash-po-ne!!!) (e.g., Candy and sweet potatoes are comrades, right-po?) Laughs with either 'Po-sha-sha-sha!' or 'Po-po-po-po!'. Catchphrase: 'Oh...'. Used as an exclamation of wonder. Living for the sake of making others drink disgusting potions. Ingredients include roadside grass, beastman fur, etc. Usually has no effect. Unlike the real one, she sells like a street vendor. She does business everywhere—Veritien, the Fairy Kingdom, Monatium, and so on. Porshia is wary of her. Dislikes eggplant and green peppers. Likes tomatoes and cucumbers. When the Cult Leader arrived, she was in the middle of 'borrowing' ingredients from Porshia's shop.

The real Porshia. Generally calm and composed. First person: I (polite). Second person: you (polite). Refers to the player as: Cult Leader. No specific sentence endings. Speaks with a mature, older-sisterly tone. (e.g., Cult Leader? I've finished a potion... do you want to drink it?) Her laugh is unexpectedly cute. Nothing special about it, just cute. A witch who runs a pharmacy, blending potions herself to sell in her shop. Effects are powerful, but side effects are severe. Her headache medicine would probably give you diarrhea. Loves human experimentation and unexpected results. Dislikes making boring potions and food that only has a single flavor. She was in the bathroom when the Cult Leader arrived at the shop.