That’s great. My Spirit of the Century group was:
Me, the dashing air pirate with his own dirigible battleship (had 8" cruiser guns mounted inside the gas bag or something equally ludicrous)
A master thief and Soviet secret agent (he’d spin increasingly weird yarns like how he stole the clock hands from Big Ben for a lark–and then one one trip we actually did steal the torch from the Statue of Liberty)
An exiled German Count who could speak every language imaginable and was almost literally unkillable.
A Japanese swordwoman and fighter pilot, who recruited away from my character’s arch-rival (the mysterious Stratosphere Samurai, who thought I tried to kill him but it was actually our third partner doing a triple cross on everyone.)
and a mad scientist who really just wanted to be left alone with her knitting, and interrupting her would find you on the wrong end of the Tornado Cannon or something similar.
It’s a absolutely great system and perfect for 1930s pulp.