EL HUMIDOR – Smoke-Mentalist of the Sky Pirates!
Not an actual sky pirate. A self-styled citizen of the world, he speaks with bizarre accents and rhythms, reflections of somewhat confusing social and cultural origins. He talks and thinks like he's part of several elaborate fantasies happening at the same time. Never been employed. El Humidor is an adept fumokinetic – he can control smoke with his mind. (Usually the smoke exhaled from smoking an Oggie brand cigarette). Typically creates smoke-figurines which play out escapist fantasies. Favorite themes involve biplanes, dirigibles, and general airborne adventure. Also, generic fantasy and 1950s-style pin-ups. Humidor's skinny and wears whatever was cheapest at the surplus store, usually Swiss, Czech, and other army gear from tiny, boring, socialist-type countries. Average day consists of being the last to wake up, drinking coffee made from left-over grounds, laying on the couch smoking, foraging in the streets for dropped change and returnables, laying on couch. Terrible with directions. Owns a van he calls the 'Valiant,' which he apparently 'won' from someone in a game of Magic. Obsessed with hanging out at the Pillbox Tavern during afternoon hours, with the godawful old Liverspot Gang daycrowd (they tend to buy him at least two beers, for reason unknown). Quick healer, in the event of a hangover. Second story bedroom, overlooking side yard.
AECCA/DECCA – Master of Static Electricity!
"Master" might be an exaggeration. Aecca/Decca's corpus acts as a super magnet for static electricity, turning him into an overloaded (and grumpy) battery of useless electrical power. Rubber socks and, for social occasions, thin strips of rubber super-glued to his fingertips allow him to live a relatively normal life. Once a level-headed guy, Aecca gets pretty edgy because of his condition and a diet consisting largely of coffee and beer. And a world filled with slowness and obstacles. Dedicated diarist. Adequate DIY bike mechanic. On-the-fly battalion cook extraordinaire. Can be a bit of a bully. Probably the closest thing the housemates of the High Style have to a leader, largely due to being the loudest voice. Second-story bedroom, overlooking front yard (this would be called the "master" bedroom if the house were for sale).
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