Lives in a remote hut just outside of town next to Evil Town's waste pit, there he wiles away his unlife collecting filth and grime, even the undead avoid his lodgings

Haunts the Twisted Wood beyond EyeGore's Sepulcher, some say he tends to a vile garden there, a garden of flesh with trees of bone, some say that on a particularly dark night when the moon is fat that a shrill music can be heard as if from a flute

hails from a wealthy old world family, he was obsessed with his most dubious of hobies, luring beggars and urchins into his manse for a nice hot meal, little did the poor beggars realise they were the main course, he was caught redhanded and left to rot in a crows nest and was eaten alive by starving peasants, resides in a large old house in the center of town, near the townhall and Fidgits loom, whenever there's a storm the towns folk will often hear harpsicord music playing furiously with the pace of the storm.

so named for his penchant for fiddling with his bandages, often coming partially undone, is afraid of EyeGore and if on the pitch with him his fidgiting gets worse, Fidgit lives in and tends to the towns loom, as he is constantly in need of new bandages.

a seriously uptight creature with only one sinister red eye in the center of his face, he hates Mighty Fidgit for some reason, perhaps they were rivals in life..he resides in his lonely sepulcher on the dankest part of town, a sinister silence creeps about the long grasses that surround the place