Astro: Man. Makes a mean noodle. Knows his astrophysics. A real Mister. Seems to be channeling the spirit of a heartthrob from a John Hughes film, and quite effectively.
Cello: Man. 20/20 vision, deviated septum. Freaky big hands. Freaky big eyes. Freaky big heart. Classically trained, electronically inclined. Green thumb. Archetypal manimal: generally hungry, unusually hairy, aggressive driver, occasionally pounds chest. Counter-indications: can pack a very tidy suitcase. Waking him from slumber is not recommended. Power animal: mountain gorilla. Provenance: LA, byway of a small, landlocked, magical former Soviet nation where sheep heads are sometimes eaten whole.
Churchill: Man. Will eventually be a very spry old man. Chosen person. Wears sunglasses at night…kind of gets away with it. Energetic force field. Easily excitable. Punny. Quick witted. Surprisingly furry. Favorite letter: K. Hoarse whisperer.
Goose: Man. Master of ceremonies – and of rumpled chic. Puppy-eyed. Adorable. Possibly implanted with as of yet unidentified microchip that renders him capable of delivering perfect impersonations. Willowy. Horn blower and hit conjurer. Pencils in sleep between marathon-long stints of wakefulness. Viking ancestry. Exceptionally resilient teeth.
Lumen: Lady. Bringer of light and recommender of light fixtures. Not a mincer of words. When she says it, you believe it. Strikes with her incomparable sincerity. Fair and bright eyed.
Pea-Tea: Gentleman. Possessor of infinite insights, each one tender, alive, and of the highest intellectual caliber. He is just a very special person – everyone agrees with this statement
Princess: Man. Do not be misled by sprawling beard and burly facade. Tender as a kitten. Superpower: Listens patiently while showing no signs of agitation, indicating possible Zen-master training. Tiara magnet.
Professor: Man. A walking encyclopedia of all things techno and New York City and one very sleek kitty. Serious in the night, hilarious in the morning. Generally fascinating in the way that lightening bolts are generally fascinating.
Texy: Lady. Legs for centuries. Freaky small hands. Freaky big eyes. Freaky big heart. Possessed of rare ability to think with her heart while staying on her feet. Chief Executive Officer of company communications and herd gathering. Texan (the awesome kind). Affinity for fringe. Alter ego: Tex (when it just comes time to tell it like it is). Crock-pot-head. Alive, awake, and inspired.
Yargh: Man. Consummate gentleman. Irish…as in real Irish…as in from Ireland. He kind of knows everything about music in a way that makes you feel bad that you didn’t know more because he really deserves to find someone who can keep up with him in a conversation about it. Gentle and Harry Potter-esque but simultaneously snarky, thus possessing the magical power of being hilarious while never offending anyone, which is kind of amazing.
