Britches is a pretty common sight around the necropolis. Never mind no one's ever gotten close enough to get a complete description of him besides, "He's just a pair of pants."
No one's really sure where he came from, if he came across in his current situation, is the victim of some cruel punishment by the previous regime, or even if he Moliated himself into his current form. No one's even sure if there's anything in those pants.
All he ever seems to do is run. Circle after circle around the Necropolis, somehow avoiding contact but always being in sight. No one really thought too hard about this (hell, in San Angelo no one really thinks too hard about anything), because weird stuff happens all the time in the area. Plus, it could easily be attributed to one or multiple drones.
It wasn't until stuff started falling out of his pockets that anyone began to take more than passing notice of him. Often times, someone would be in dire need of a relic, or would be looking for something important to them during their life, Britches would run by as usual, and the wraith in question would hear a thud or clank as something was either forcibly removed or fell out of one of Britches pockets. There would always be a small card too, which said simply: "Pray for Rain."
Of course, this has lead to rampant speculation as to whom or what Britches really is. Some think he's a Mortwright trying to redeem himself, pulling things out of the Tempest as acts of good will. Some think he's a sort of mutilated Ferryman somehow transported to the Shadowlands. Most just think he's crazy, but it's a crazy they could get used to.
As far as anyone can tell, Alamo Dan doesn't have a last name. It doesn't seem too unlikely that he's never had a last name, either.
Alamo Dan is something of a local hero, character, or crackpot, depending on who you ask. He's somehow managed to master two Arcanoi. It's assumed he studied moliate first, then assumed a new form and joined the Haunters guild.
Of course Alamo Dan isn't talking about it, when he talks at all. He has since risen to something of a leadership role among the Haunters, and whenever their services are needed, he's generally the guy you seek out. Of course, this can be difficult, because he has recently gone on a kick of moliating himself into inanimate objects, sneaking up on wraiths, and scaring the bejezus out of them.
What Alamo Dan likes to talk about is The Alamo, hence his name. He'll talk to anyone who'll listen: how it seemed like the defenders were going to make it, and how everything went wrong. You see, Alamo Dan was there. Why he's in San Angelo now, no one really knows, and as always, Dan's lips are sealed.
Alamo Dan has a little secret, though. You see, he was at the Alamo all right, but he wasn't among the defenders. He marched in Santa Anna's army. His life was pretty inconsequential until he went over the wrong wall at the wrong time and was bayoneted. Even then it wasn't very spectacular, it just ended under spectacular circumstances.
One final thing about Alamo Dan, he has a very ornate soulforged Bowie knife he refers to as Senator Jim. If you ask him if it's the Jim Bowie, he doesn't say a thing, but he does grin an unnaturally moliated grin.
Sam Lynch was a very unlikable person. He owned a saloon in Santa Angela, the original incarnation of San Angelo. He died in a rather brutal drunken fist fight.
On the other side, a life of hard drinking and constant fighting made him as tough as coffin nails. At the time, there was no government in place, just a loose association of powerful wraiths.
His first attempts at joining this association produced nothing but derision and laughter from the wraiths involved. So, doing what any unlikable sort did back then, he raised a posse of disgruntled and troublemaking wraiths and seized power for himself. One of his more famous lines was, "Did you see the look on their faces, Skeet? I sure showed them"
And so began the tyrannical rule of Sam Lynch and his ever rotating "Lynch Mob." The Mob never seemed to have stable members, the jockeying for Lynch's favor left many wraiths as fountain pens, and many more as spectres. It was speculated Lynch himself was a spectre, but his personal pardoner (the eighth in fifty years) swore that he was in fact a wraith, and his shadow wasn't even that powerful.
In the twenties Sam nominally joined the Heirarchy for "them dogs and some goons." He had no qualms about filling quotas, it was just wraiths he would have turned into tumbleweeds, devil spurs, or any other form of moliated scrub.
It is assumed that Lynch was destroyed on the Day it Rained Oboli, but the truth is he was blown across the shroud into the body of a recently deceased homeless man. He's "enjoying himself" at the moment, nailing puppies to trees and what not, but he figures he ought' te get home any time now.
Tommy, like so many in his guild, was involved in bootlegging. He wasn't a moonshiner, or a barkeep, or even a made man; he was a runner. Tommy had a nice deal set up where he would drive booze up from Mexico to Kansas City for the Mob.
The problem was when he tried to pull off a sweeter deal, picking up some extra money selling off some of the goods in Dallas, Oklahoma City, and a few other stops along the way. He told his superiors the Mexicans were having problems since a couple of their distilleries exploded.
When asked why he'd still spent all the money without finding some other Mexican liquor, he didn't have a ready answer, and ended up in a pair of concrete shoes.
Since then, Mr. McGovern has never let greed or ambition get the better of him. That may be why Lynch took a shine to him, and why he rose quickly in the ranks of the local Spooks.
Today, Tommy is the only member of Lynch's Mob who can be found. No one really wants to confront him, and his no nonsense business style helps him maintain a professional and non-partisan operation. A little reluctantly, he's been let into the new government (although the Spooks officially remain outside, for "tax purposes"), and so far he's kept the liquid pathos flowing, somehow.
Tommy is also one of the few people who knows where Lynch is. He's not too fond of the idea of the Mayor returning, though, so he's set up a few "bodyguards" to make sure he stays on the other side of the Shroud until this new government is secured.
He could always bring the mayor back, help him restore his power, and reap tremendous rewards, but as mentioned earlier, Tommy doesn't let greed get the best of him anymore.
