"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.
Second-story bedroom, overlooking front yard.
Not an actual sky pirate.
El Humidor is an adept fumokinetic – he can control smoke with his mind. A self-styled citizen of the world, he speaks with bizarre accents and rhythms, reflections of somewhat confusing social and cultural origins. Never been employed.
Second story bedroom, overlooking side yard.
Abrasive, Pokemon-loving inventor of miniature robotic doll furniture, or furnimicrobots, which are despised and feared by El Humidor. Ambiguously ambitious, demonstratively delusional.
Second story bedroom, overlooking backyard.
The body of this slow-talking, fault-finding cultural critic draws dust and dirt molecules to itself as if possessing the gravity of the sun. Also unfortunately born a sweaty, sweaty man, the accrual of this debris gives him the appearance of being covered in mud.
Basement bedroom, just past the washer and dryer.
