Description: Unkempt, very long brown hair, with ears just barely poking through. Jag is recovering from a pitched battle with acne, but it's not really noticable. He's on the short side, but he's still fairly heavy... wears fairly unremarkable clothes. Beat up jeans, beat up shoes, and shirts with bands you've never heard of.
Equipment: Fender Jaguar, Gibson SG, Vox AC30, A decent sized pedalboard, and a truck full of other music gear. Most of it in different stages of disrepair. Also, a laptop containing several dozen gigabytes of dubiously legaly acquired software. And a machete, just in case.
Personality: Jag is a rock star, or at least he will be once people start listening to his band...
Abilities: Rocking the hell out. Adding a rather nonsensical perspective to otherwise logical conversations. And really? That's about it.
Gib and Esp
Jag's utterly unremarkable rhythm section. Gib, the bassist, doesn't talk much because, well, bassists tend to be the quiet sort. And Esp doesn't talk much because he's a drummer and therefore not allowed to.