Madhouse (novel) - Major Characters

Major Characters

  • Caliban "Cal" Leandros

Caliban is the result of his mother mating with an otherworldly creature, a Grendel (Auphe). He is, as Thurman describes him, "half-human, half-monster, and all attitude." Cal inherited his Greek-Romani mother's raven hair, but has the pale skin of his father. Technically, Cal begins the books as 17 years old, but he was once kidnapped by the Auphe and aged two years, making him 19.

  • Niko Leandros

Niko is Cal's older half-brother and only sibling. He is described as being handsome, with the nose of a Roman soldier. Because of this he is often referred to by Cal as Cyrano. As their mother was neglectful and really didn't pay much attention to them, Niko took to looking out for his younger brother at a young age. Considered the "practical" one of the pair, Niko is calm, and enjoys meditating and natural foods. Although Niko has no relation to the Auphe, he is as tough as nails and practices many types of martial arts. Thurman compares him to Alexander the Great, Genghis Khan, Caesar, and Sun-Tzu.

  • Robin Goodfellow

Robin Goodfellow, also known as Rob Fellows, is one of the last known Pucks in existence. He poses as a car salesman and due to his sly, sneaky nature, fits in very naturally. Having been alive for a very, very long time, he has made his way through history, and crossed paths with the likes of Caligula, Salome, Bacchus, and Sigmund Freud to name a few. Although seemingly hedonistic and selfish, he eventually proves to be useful to the brothers and becomes a good friend.

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