Harvey – Harv’s a New Yorker whose father sent him to Harvard to study law, but who really wants to be the next Orson Welles. He’s the class clown, but not stupid. Sam can get very little by him. Is that because he already knows what’s going to happen?
Helena – A European Princess from “some country you never heard of”, Helena is rich and pampered. She cares about booze and boys, though not in that order. How she ever got roped into something as pedestrian as this club is a puzzle. Or did she get roped into it?
Charles – Charles looks like a statue of a Botticelli angel but doesn’t have the confidence to match. In fact, this self-proclaimed momma’s boy from Manchester seems pathetically nervous around women. No way, Jose. Not with a bod like that. It must be an act.
Angela – Bookish and quiet, Angela is the quintessential college type. She even has the gentle Scottish brogue to match. Such a waifish little thing. Surely she’s harmless, even if she is a few pences shy of a pound when it comes to her interest in fate, angels and the paranormal.
Malik – This Indian neurobiology student seems both compelled and repulsed by the legendary Dr. Styles. He invited himself to the experiments and is the first one to insist they continue. Is he a neuro-science fan-boy or the younger gunslinger there to take David down?
