I picture Barbara as a taller, thinner version of my oldest sister.
I picture Steve as an animate lawn gnome, full of life with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. And shoes with pointy toes that curl up at the end.
C.RSam looked about what I figured he would.
I picture Art as the illegitimate love child of Dirty Harry and the Marlboro man.
I picture Justin as a palish Asian guy with glasses like the Half-Life guy. I have no idea why.
I picture Tamara as Samus from Metroid with blond hair.
I need to stop before I get in trouble.