Crowbar got his nickname in the rinks of Northern Manitoba, where he played hockey in his youth, until he got one to many pucks in the head. He’s essentially a good guy, but his competitive spirit and complete disregard for his or anyone else’s personal safety tends to get him in trouble. He’s a practical joker, and loves to tease his kids, Benny and Eddie.
Crowbar doesn’t have much of a career, now that the NHL didn’t pan out. He’s the odd job guy in his small town, which suits him fine. He runs the rink, chops firewood, and occasionally resorts to petty larceny, as long as he’s sure he won’t get caught.
His dream is to one day catch someone coming across the blue line with their head down.
Eddie is kid Ritalin wouldn’t cure, a hyper-active energy ball. Much like his father, once an idea gets in his head, he’ll follow it with more energy than brains. Dimly aware of personal safety issues, he’ll often let his little brother Benny be the first to try anything to dangerous, unless it looks like fun. Eddie enjoys lifes simple pleasures; street hockey, construction projects, and the sound of glass breaking.
Benny is the chubby younger brother who looks so much like a gopher he’s not allowed to play in fields just in case farmers start shooting at him. Generally the guinuea pig, he doesn’t mind getting experimented on as long there’s candy involved. He has a hidden brilliant streak, and can often calculate with uncanny accuracy the trajectory of thrown objects. Thus all the broken windows and dead birds in the neighborhood. Virtually attatched at the hip to his older brother Eddie.
Sammy is Crowbar’s best buddy, and the team goalie. Good guy who bears more than a passing resemblance to Benny…
Jerry is another good buddy of Crowbar’s, mostly because he generally has enough cash on hand to post bail even on weekends.