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The cheeky chimp that lives for money, girls and crazy parties. He can lay down a groove that'll make your dead ol' aunt Bernice jump right up out of the ground and do the Boogaloo.
The case for his bass is like a swiss army knife for life. From a broken tour bus to a broken heart, he's got the tools to best fix any situation. Despite it's unmistakable usefulness, the forgetful primate is always leaving it at truck stops.
Like most rhythm sections who stick with their own, he is tight with The Goat. They can usually be found together, often in amazing and unexplainable situations.
He is driven by a ferocious appetite, which is only doubled by his drummer’s metabolism. If he’s not playing the drums, he's eating something, anything.
His 'wide-angle' pupils, combined with his ADD means he doesn't miss a trick, but is also easily distracted. Before each gig he is chained to his drum kit in an effort to keep him from wandering off in the middle of a set.
The rest of the band have learned to understand his subtle grunts and expressions but Kenny is the one who makes sure he has a spare T-shirt, in case he eats his own. His unrivalled talent for laying down precision beats is the only thing that saves the Goat from being part of Merideath's pre-show sacrifice.
Hands down, the funkiest dead guy around. The notes from his sax echo with the blues from the underworld.
Winston is old, old school. When you’ve been dead longer than Elvis, there’s not much that can rattle your bones.
A limo driver when he was on the "other side of life”, he specialized in transporting those in power positions: everyone from mob bosses to the politicians in their pockets. Even now, he’s happiest when he’s at the helm of the tour bus, 'Behemoth', sharing his wisdom with whoever stays up the longest to keep him company.
He’s always telling amazing stories about his old band ‘The Feathers of Funk'. Back in those days, he discovered the hypnotic power of his sax, which leads reluctant party-goers onto the dance floor. It always worked out fine, except for that one time when a bachelorette party followed him home...
This beautiful blue temptress is a beacon for lost souls. As much a blessing as it is a curse, Merideath can summon the dead, but they don't always knock before entering.
From channeling Michael Jackson in the middle of a funeral prayer, to enduring George Washington’s opinions about rap music, she takes it all in stride. Her tradition of ritual sacrifice before every gig has been toned down over the years, often settling for a sacrificial pickle, spliced over a bacon sandwich. She sometimes turns an eye toward The Goat, because he is always eating her clothes, but good drummers are hard to come by, plus he just does the cutest thing with his hooves.
She can figure out what you're made of by using her talent for reading eyes, body language, auras, pheromones and brain waves. Like any smart tarot card reader, she uses her cards to her advantage.
Kenny is a lone wolf, a master of tone and feedback, with the power to melt a girl’s heart from 50 yards.
This inventor of sounds pushes the limits to create his custom effects. He once used a shotgun barrel as a guitar slide. It sounded great until the drummer found out the hard way that it was loaded. No harm done - he never could keep a beat anyway.
When the rent is due, Kenny plays in a wedding combo called 'The Smoothe Mooves' even though he’d almost rather be homeless than sing You've Lost That Lovin’ Feelin’ for another delusional, newlydead cheeseball. Despite the tight baby blue tux and shiny pleather shoes, Kenny can steal a bride before the groom has a chance to finish his champagne toast. With a flash of his pearly whites, he’s got the girl and the 1968 canary yellow Bonneville out for a joyride.
A lone wolf has got to go with his instincts.
A freelance Shaman and the elusive manager of the band.
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MÜNXIS
The cheeky chimp that lives for money, girls and crazy parties. He can lay down a groove that'll make your dead ol' aunt Bernice jump right up out of the ground and do the Boogaloo.
The case for his bass is like a swiss army knife for life. From a broken tour bus to a broken heart, he's got the tools to best fix any situation. Despite it's unmistakable usefulness, the forgetful primate is always leaving it at truck stops.
Like most rhythm sections who stick with their own, he is tight with The Goat. They can usually be found together, often in amazing and unexplainable situations.
THE GOAT
He is driven by a ferocious appetite, which is only doubled by his drummer’s metabolism. If he’s not playing the drums, he's eating something, anything.
His 'wide-angle' pupils, combined with his ADD means he doesn't miss a trick, but is also easily distracted. Before each gig he is chained to his drum kit in an effort to keep him from wandering off in the middle of a set.
The rest of the band have learned to understand his subtle grunts and expressions but Kenny is the one who makes sure he has a spare T-shirt, in case he eats his own. His unrivalled talent for laying down precision beats is the only thing that saves the Goat from being part of Merideath's pre-show sacrifice.
WINSTON
Hands down, the funkiest dead guy around. The notes from his sax echo with the blues from the underworld.
Winston is old, old school. When you’ve been dead longer than Elvis, there’s not much that can rattle your bones.
A limo driver when he was on the "other side of life”, he specialized in transporting those in power positions: everyone from mob bosses to the politicians in their pockets. Even now, he’s happiest when he’s at the helm of the tour bus, 'Behemoth', sharing his wisdom with whoever stays up the longest to keep him company.
He’s always telling amazing stories about his old band ‘The Feathers of Funk'. Back in those days, he discovered the hypnotic power of his sax, which leads reluctant party-goers onto the dance floor. It always worked out fine, except for that one time when a bachelorette party followed him home...
MERIDEATH
This beautiful blue temptress is a beacon for lost souls. As much a blessing as it is a curse, Merideath can summon the dead, but they don't always knock before entering.
From channeling Michael Jackson in the middle of a funeral prayer, to enduring George Washington’s opinions about rap music, she takes it all in stride. Her tradition of ritual sacrifice before every gig has been toned down over the years, often settling for a sacrificial pickle, spliced over a bacon sandwich. She sometimes turns an eye toward The Goat, because he is always eating her clothes, but good drummers are hard to come by, plus he just does the cutest thing with his hooves.
She can figure out what you're made of by using her talent for reading eyes, body language, auras, pheromones and brain waves. Like any smart tarot card reader, she uses her cards to her advantage.
KENNY
Kenny is a lone wolf, a master of tone and feedback, with the power to melt a girl’s heart from 50 yards.
This inventor of sounds pushes the limits to create his custom effects. He once used a shotgun barrel as a guitar slide. It sounded great until the drummer found out the hard way that it was loaded. No harm done - he never could keep a beat anyway.
When the rent is due, Kenny plays in a wedding combo called 'The Smoothe Mooves' even though he’d almost rather be homeless than sing You've Lost That Lovin’ Feelin’ for another delusional, newlydead cheeseball. Despite the tight baby blue tux and shiny pleather shoes, Kenny can steal a bride before the groom has a chance to finish his champagne toast. With a flash of his pearly whites, he’s got the girl and the 1968 canary yellow Bonneville out for a joyride.
A lone wolf has got to go with his instincts.
DR.T.WITCH
A freelance Shaman and the elusive manager of the band.
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