Starsign: Taurus
Race: Human
Siblings: Brother- Javier Romero
Talent(s): Trumpet
Specialties: Navigation
History:
In 1995, while undergoing the quantum shift from Phase I to Phase II, Chrysler-Stewart and the Stewartesses became involved in a number of trance-like stages, opening their minds to the universe. As the group summoned the auras of their Brazilian ancestors, mysterious things began to occur. Outside the Score Palace™, strange, new, almost tropical foliage began to sprout. The girls cheerfully recall having to shoo small primates out of the Palace on more than one occasion. One day, in the middle of a practise session, a great ruckus came from one of the tall rubber trees on the grounds. High amidst the vines in a ramshackles of a tree fort were not one, but two young men! The duo peered down from their shelter, looking as bewildered as Chrysler and Stewart themselves! Evidentally the two brothers, and their tree fort, had been summoned along with the spirits of Brazil! The brothers scurried down the tree, and introduced themselves as the Romero Bros. In Brazil, the two had been members of a traveling circus, trapeeze artists; but escaped one night into the jungle, never to return again! Javier played the saxophone quite well, and Mighuel had learned the trumpet. Seeing a golden opportunity to further the Brazilian Theme, Stewart McLewis quickly signed the two onto an exclusive contract. As so it was that Mighuel and Javier fused with the band, making it ever so much more rich!Mighuel, the younger of the two, was brilliant in his ability to walk the tightrope. Additionally, he served as the 'Human Canonball' of the troup, and was frequently blasted from a canon into the canapies of the dense Brazilian jungle. Although this was a huge crowd pleaser, the blast would often hurl him miles from the tent, and sometimes weeks would elapse before poor Mighuel could find his way back. As Mighuel trecked through the forest, his sense of direction sharpened and became quite keen. Before long he was able to navigate back easily, even in the darkest of nights. Mighuel yearns to be able to communiate with animals, but lacks the same sense of rappoir with animals that his brother possesses. The only animals that Mighuel ever had any luck communicating with were the seals, who taught him to play the trumpet. Now Mighuel has become quite adept at his instrument, and provides the brassy licks on many of the band's numbers. His navigation sense is as sharp as ever, and is frequently allowed to help co-pilot the airliners the Stewartesses hold so dear.
