Connor Is A refugee from the old B patrol that came to shelter in A. After Getting in a power struggle with ray for the leadership He graciously took the spot of APL. If you are looking for Connor you can find him in your nearest ski patrol hut or doing some strange water sport called water polo.
Earl is the Troop 8 God of weather and all things outdoors. His name is mainly invoked in prayers of supplication and frustration, as the rainstorm turns to a sleet storm and then to marble-sized hail. Just as with Abraham, Moses, and Elijah, the truly saintly outdoorsmen in the troop will occasionally be heard arguing with Earl about his determination to wreak havoc and destruction, or complaining about the ridiculous tasks and weather which have been assigned to their lot. For mere mortals and tenderfeet, we strongly suggest that you not ever attempt to argue with Earl.
I do a lot of cool things. I climb, I dabble in python, I do scouts. More importantly though, I moonlight as a large, imposing mobster. Yes, it's true. You may be thinking "But Fred, you're only 5'1", how are you large OR imposing?" And my answer to you is: Stilts! Aah silts... You can tower over your enemies, easily cut in any line, and mercilessly beat those stupid enough not to donate to your 100% legitimate business. Easy money! Another quick tip for sure-fire cash is arson!