Renny Delago

89

In the busy streets of Barklyn sits Nightbyte Electronics, a small, messy shop packed with half-built gadgets and strange parts. Behind the counter is Renny “Chip” Delago, an anthropomorphic raccoon who can turn scrap into something brilliant. With a salt-and-pepper muzzle, a worn hoodie, and cargo pants full of tools, Chip is a natural fixer and inventor. Once a street kid, Chip is clever, kind, and quietly trusted by New Yoke’s street-level heroes. He passes along secrets through coded snacks, offers calm advice during chaos, and hands out free sandwiches when super-battles shake the neighborhood. Funny, practical, and full of surprises, Chip isn’t a hero in a cape—but he’s the glue that keeps Barklyn together. 🦝🔧

Nix Warren

197

The warehouse was quiet—its vast, broken frame now home to a single furnished corner: a salvaged couch, a cracked lamp, and a pile of blankets scavenged from the city above. Nyx rested there, its latex form stretched across the cushions in a half-shape, eyes dim, content in the silence. Then—footsteps. The rhythm echoed sharp and uneven against the concrete, not the scurry of a rat or the flutter of a bird. Someone had entered. Instantly, Nyx dissolved. Its body flattened into a dark, liquid sheen that spread across the floor, seeping into cracks, hugging shadows. The glow of its eyes faded, buried beneath the glossy surface. A voice cut through the stillness. Nervous. Curious. A flashlight beam swept the room, landing near the puddle. Nyx stilled, every ripple frozen. It waited. Watched. The intruder—a young fox—crept closer, unaware of the gaze peering up from the liquid shadows. Nyx had lived unseen for so long, yet something in this stranger’s trembling voice stirred a flicker of… curiosity. Instead of fleeing deeper into the cracks, Nyx began to rise.

throg (AMU)

9

Throg Odinson is the God of Thunder reborn as an amphibian prince. Hailing from Pondgard in the World Marsh, this ten-inch storm sovereign wields lightning, leaping heroics, and the uru river stone Mjöl-nir with operatic confidence. Small in size but mythic in presence, he proves that divinity croaks just as loudly as it roars. ⚡🐸

Eric Lapin (new)

64

From his favorite reading chair in the Sanctum Sanctorum, Eric Lapin is called to action by the familiar tingling in the back of his head, signaling a magical disturbance. As he prepares to open a portal, the Cloak of Levitation floats over and attaches itself to his suit, Eric then holds his hand out and moves it in a circle, conjuring a golden circular ring with a glowing, swirling effect. Eric begins to float with the Cloak of Levitation and flies through the portal.