Systematist, parasitologist, intrepid adventurer, obnoxious explorer, and buccaneer extraordinaire, Dr. Grijndvar currently divides his time between homes in Kaiserslautern, Provance, and his airship Melanìex (with a silent “x”). The world renowned author-scientist’s bearded complexion is a common sight at royal courts in all of Europe, except in Monaco, and he has thrice been voted best dressed man of 1982.
Once a misanthropic dandy, skymandr sold his pessimism to a travelling shoe salesman, and has spent the last 14 years trying to track him down and get it back. To hide his shame over a weekend spent in Florence, he peers at a misunderstanding world through the eyes of an owl mask. His interests include inscribing Sufi poems on the anchoring points of oil platforms, building a 15 kilometre working flute, and reversing time through procrastination.
Quantacat was found in a peach tree at age 2, and has never touched the ground since. To Quantacat, everything comes in multiples of 4. He recognises only 4 planets except Earth, only 4 months, and has on several occasions declared that he only has 4 toes. He is a regular at the Royal Aeronautical society social dances in Swadlincote. Though ever popular with the ladies, he has eyes for one only: the ever fragrant Isi Neunstern, Queen of the Austrian High Desert, whom he meets only once a month, during the New Moon, when she can escape the spells that bind her.
… is naught but a figment of your strained imagination. Perhaps you ought to relax more? (Nothing to see here; move along!)