Tom

This would be Tom. He has never been able to have a serious photo taken of him. Check. None of them are. I've decided that I'm going to charge into the room and shout 'Liam's been shot!' and then quickly take his picture when he's looking shocked. I'll probably tell him I was lying a bit later but I'm not sure. Tom, as you've probably guessed, is the guitarist. I don't know if he's lead guitarist. I think him and Liam share but then, I'm the drummer and I have no idea what goes on with the musical side of things.
Tom was my counterpart in founding this fabulous funk machine that you know as Scimitar. He plays rugby with me and I think I met him when I was about 12. I can't remember. Anyway, he's a darn good player and a darn good guitarist. The thing is, he screwed up his ankle (so if you get into a fight with him, kick it). That is on the mend however, so he will soon be able to get back to playing the real beautiful game again.
A glance at his favourite bands will tell you that Tom likes fun music. He likes Sum 41 alot and counted the days until 'A Half Hour of Power' came out over here. There is a darker side to Tom's nature however. Let me tell you a story.
A long time a go, in a village far far away, Tom lived as a simple farm hand, milking cows and munching barley. Once, while digging (that was the local pastime in Kibworth) his spade hit something hard. He dug and dug and eventually managed to heave out a chest. Using his brute strength he cracked the lock on the outside and opened the chest. Inside, was.......a guitar.
Tom being simple farmer folk had no idea what it was. He tried everything. He tried it as an alternative to a fork, hit a horse with it, held it to his ear and talked into it, and even tried reading his poems to it in the hope that it was some sort of poem listening device. Finally he took a swipe at the strings. A sound came out. That was it. Tom had discovered ROCK DUDE!
He started walking about strumming the strings and looking for different notes. He could not put the guitar down, even if he tried. The thing is, you see, that this guitar was from HELL, It grabbed his soul and will not let go, filling it with rock music, the path to evil. Now Tom is just a shadow of his former self. All else has been taken over by Tom's insane lust for guitar music. Some nights he can be seen chasing sheep with his guitar, bellowing that he is the 'F%#king King of heavy metal', daring them to disagree. They never do.