Main Characters
Gwizdo is the brains of the group, and negotiates their contracts with the helpless people terrorized by dragons. He has a gap in his teeth. He speaks with a New York or New Jersey accent. He and Lian-Chu have known each other since childhood, and were raised together in an orphanage called Mother Hubbard's Farm. He is a coward and swindler at heart, but shows his good side occasionally. He also flies their airship, the St. George, and wears a pilot's cap and goggles. English voice: Rick Jones (series), Rob Paulsen (movie)
Lian-Chu is a sword wielding, muscle-bound warrior who actually deals out the dragon slaying. In contrast to Gwizdo, he is more kindhearted and honorable. He is also an avid knitter. English voice: Harry Standjofski (series), Forest Whitaker (movie)
Hector is their pet dragon who does not possess the evil nature or the great size of the ones they hunt and acts like a dog. With his fur and ears he seems to be based on a variation of Asian dragon (similar to Falkor the Luck Dragon in The Neverending Story). His hobbies are eating and picking on other animals such as chickens or sheep. While Gwizdo is the pilot of the St. George, Hector is required to pedal for the propellor, a task he is not fond of. He speaks with a mixture of grunts and pidgin English. English voice: Rick Jones (series), Dave Wittenberg (movie)
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