Caspar grew up in a household of 3 eyed undead Tibetan gods, Espers, imploding Japanese giga babies and bike transforming mechas.
Unlike his unbearded associates, he cares little for the finer thing and can usually be found drinking cheap white wine, watching bargain bin horror movies, collecting old Japanese video games that can’t be played on his obsolete consoles and being cynical about just about everything.
Caspar likes drawing hot girls and blood and guns and wolves and stuff, but Neil rarely lets him........
We’ll see Neil.....
Luke likes to believe that without him there would be no comic. The more likely truth is that without the comic there would be no Luke.
Having been born on Necker Island and raised by Britain’s largest toilet roll manufacturer; Luke was predestined to put something on paper. The first few attempts were messy, as you can imagine, not being able to keep it in the lines being the main issue. Eventually the harsh criticism of a talking badger after a particularly heavy night put an end to this career path.
It was whilst sunbathing on Everest that Luke and Neil’s paths crossed, their mutual love of gingerbread baking and orienteering meant they hit it off instantly. Following this the pair proceeded, gingerly, into the world of comic book creation. When Neil’s previously undiscovered yet outstandingly twisted mind coupled with his already overflowing fantastic writing ability it was the hand grenade to Einstein’s apple. When the powers of these attributes combined with Luke’s innate sales ability and business card dissemination the power resembled that of Captain Planet. It was during a chance meeting whilst scuba diving in central Africa that Luke & Neil met Caspar and immediately the trio were set to create something to rival the biggest players in the comic book world.
Whilst not at comic book conventions Luke can normally either be found admiring property on the streets of West London or looking for an excuse to drink red wine. However, if you are lucky enough to see him at a convention then please do say hello and add to his ever growing high-five collection.
Neil likes expensive rosé wine and is supposed to be the writer. Sadly he realised that Caspar and Luke wrote far better bios than he can. He secretly resents their talents and believes this is the source of inspiration for his Twisted stories. He spends his free time punishing Caspar by not writing about wolves and blood and guns, and punishing Luke by stealing his jokes.