| NAME
|
ROSEMARY TREGAR |
| FACE |
 |
| DOB
|
05/01/1949 (?) |
| SPECIALTY
|
SAVING THE UNFORTUNATE FROM THEIR DOOM |
| LIFE STORY | Princess Allura pilots the Blue Lion, the right leg of Voltron.
Her favorite activity is feeding her mouse, Blue-Bell.
|
| NAME
|
ROSEMARY TREGAR |
| FACE |
|
| DOB
|
05/01/1949 (?) |
| SPECIALTY
|
SAVING THE UNFORTUNATE FROM THEIR DOOM |
| LIFE STORY | Princess Allura pilots the Blue Lion, the right leg of Voltron.
Her favorite activity is feeding her mouse, Blue-Bell.
|
| NAME
|
JACK TREGAR |
| FACE |
 |
| DOB
|
12/08/1947 (?) |
| SPECIALTY
|
SOCCER COACH |
| LIFE STORY | Hunk pilots the Yellow Lion, the left leg of Voltron. Hunk likes
eating hamburgers and sleeping.
|
| NAME
|
SAM TREGAR |
| FACE |
 |
| DOB
|
08/02/1997 |
| SPECIALTY
|
RAISING THE SILICON DEAD |
| LIFE STORY | Sam was birthed into the madness of a
hot, hot, too hot August day outside Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.
The air conditioning - out. The doctors - half mad on amphetamines
and whiskey. My father, a saint in the midst of the confusion, reciting
the Torah in a deep bass hebrew, laughing. My mother, floating several
inches above the table, gnashing teeth, demanding bagels. Out I came!
Out into this world! My father tried to swallow my head! (picture
unavailable) 08:02:00 8 pounds, 2 ounces. August 2nd - 08/02.
How about that?
Anyway, I was born. That's how I remember it! We lived in PA for a while. I can't remember any of that and neither can my parents! "We lived in the brown apartment..." Then Providence. I had dreams of huge hairy monsters coming out of Birthday cards. My father had a long furry brown bathrobe! The terror! Other than that I had a good time. Then, then, then. I leave Providence in a long car that smells like gasoline - the windows don't go down! My brother is here by now. That little guy always wanted to be just like me. Still does! Um. Well, ok, not really. Anyway, Cranston was a gas! SHOUT OUT TO THE WHP. SEAN DOG AND CHRIS DADDY! I was the Secret Service Agent. I was unlucky in love! 13 times unlucky in love! Imagine that! And while everyone else was playing kickball in the street I learned to type and read text from the glowing screen. I learned BASIC and Phantasy III and Bard's Tale. That's how I eat now! Finally, finally, and not for lack of friends or other human subsistence I returned to Providence. There I meet all the lies that are now my life, and the one TRUTH too. Too many names! Kristen, Jarett, all them, Gabe, Gabe, Gabe, Gary.... Oh and things have still happened! Deep Springs and CHRIS AND CARSON and NAT. All that. ALL THAT! AND HERE I AM! HERE I AM! ONCE I FIND OUT, THE CIRCUMSTANCES, I'M GONNA GO OUT... I'M GONNA GO OUT. |
| NAME | MARK TREGAR |
| FACE |
 |
| DOB
|
08/04/79 |
| SPECIALTY
|
RAPPER/PRODUCER/GANG-LEADER |
| LIFE STORY | Pidge flys in the Green Lion, the left arm of Voltron. He likes to rap and work on his low-rider "Skull Basher," a heavily modified El Camino. |
| NAME | KRISTEN "ALMOST-TREGAR" REIFF |
| FACE |
 |
| DOB
|
09/11/77 |
| SPECIALTY
|
ADVENTURER / COLD-BLOODED KILLER |
| LIFE STORY | What man could resist a creature like Kristen "almost-Tregar" Reiff? This ravishing British heiress divides her time between acrobatic workouts in her stately home and dangerous expeditions to exotic ruins. She wears shorts everywhere, which show off her sprinter's legs, and a tiny waist draws attention to her gravity-defying bust. Then there is the small matter of the twin automatic pistols she straps to her bare thighs. The fact that Lara is synthetic does not lessen her appeal. Indeed, her fans would have it no other way. |