The Characters
Alfred Kropp: Alfred Kropp is a fifteen-year-old boy with (as Alfred said) a watermelon-sized head. He lives with his Uncle Farrell because of Alfred's mother's death from cancer and because of his father's disappearance. He has a tough life in and out of school because he has no friends and plays on second string right guard in football (or as Alfred said, the practice dummy for the first string defense). He is the main character and the protagonist in this book.
Mogart: First introduced into the book as "Mr. Myers", Mogart is the main antagonist in this book. His goal is to steal the Excalibur from the descendants of the Knights of the Round Table. He himself used to be part of them before greed for the Excalibur made him a traitor. In the story, he kills every member of the Round Table before being killed by Alfred Kropp.
Bernard Samson: Samson is the father of Alfred Kropp and the descendant of Lancelot.
Bennacio: Bennacio is the last surviving member of the Knights (for a time's being), and served as a teacher for Alfred. He doesn't (as said by Alfred) have a sense of humor, and tends to be "creepy" sometimes. Although he appears frequently in the book, he is of no relevance to the story, except for training Alfred Kropp.
Mike Arnold: Mike Arnold is a field agent for an agency named OIPEP. He is addicted to chewing gum and is actually double-crossing his agency and working for Mogart.
Uncle Farrell: Uncle Farrell is Alfred's legal guardian He is responsible for the Alfred's conflict and dies early in the book.
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