Pilot, entertainer, pinch mechanic, ferryman, courier, navigator,
et ceteraMyles Million
If one desires a pleasant flight, one could scarcely find a more suitable conveyance than the autogyro piloted by Myles Million. For a reasonable fee, this fine craft which bears the name of
Rocinante will ferry you to destinations near or far.
The man himself is as capable a mechanic as he is a pilot, so you are assured a safe trip. In addition, this jack-of-all-trades is a talented entertainer, musician, and singer. He has been known to carry post as well.
He carries at all times upon his person his Navigatorium, an all-inclusive device that contains such instruments as chronometer, compass, sextant, star charts, and other vital navigational aids. He also carries a walking stick which serves as both key and control lever for his beloved
Rocinante. This walking stick also serves as a defensive weapon that can deliver an electrical charge capable of knocking a man out.
Rocinante, being too small and light a craft to carry a boiler big enough to power it, runs instead on an internal combustion engine powered by alcohol. This allows Myles to accquire fuel easily, for nearly anywhere there is human habitation there is alcohol. A n** of whiskey on hand can also come in handy for the pilot in the chill of high altitudes.
There is also an electric backup motor that can provide an short, strong kick which, coupled with the autogyro's collective-pitch modified controls, allows the craft to take off almost vertically in emergencies unlike most autogyros.
The ignition lock is virtually impossible to pick, because it not only requires the key in the heel of the walking stick, but the electric charge provided by the stick to expose the tumblers and bring them to bear on the key. Without the charge, the tumblers cannot be reached, and thus cannot be picked.
Son of Mr. Octothorpe Million and Mrs. Auspice Amity Million, he grew up around airship mechanics and tales of the great city of Anachronism. Having found it, he feels quite ready to stick around and go whither the wind may take them.
Resident Madgirl
Sylvian Bruno
The woman known as Sylvian Bruno is actually a side effect of an accidental exposure of Myles Million to a combination of a formula from a journal once belonging to one Dr. Henry Jekyll, and a liberal amount of his own custom fuel additive.
Jekyll was a man who secretly enjoyed his darker side even without his formula, and when he took it it stripped away all but that core of wickedness without restraint. The formula had a much different effects on the truly creative Myles Million, and the creativity of the resulting personality was amplified to the genius of a true Spark.
She is probably no more dangerous than your average Spark, which is like saying the Atlantic is probably not wetter than your average ocean. At the very least, she is not purposefully amoral. Hopefully, she may pick up some of the subtler social graces from the citizens of the
Anachronism, if it survives long enough.