Fraycore
A world of stitched skies and broken rules, fueled by rebellion and instinctive motion.
Chuckles
Chuckles is the quiet before everything goes wrong. He stands still while the world trembles, eyes glowing like they know something you don’t. In Fraycore, where instinct writes the rules, Chuckles doesn’t chase the chaos. He waits for it to catch up.
He smiles, always. Not because he’s amused, but because it keeps people guessing. There’s a storm tucked behind that grin, and no one’s sure what triggers it. Only that when it hits, it hits fast. Max stirs things up for fun. Chuckles is the reason the room goes silent.
You don’t see him coming. You just feel the shift, like the ground’s about to crack, and then it’s already too late.
Max
Max is chaos with a crooked smile. In Fraycore - a realm of shattered rules and stitched-up skies - he thrives on adrenaline and impulse. With fur like warning lights and eyes that say “try me,” Max is the kind of bear who pokes sleeping giants just to see what happens.
He doesn’t follow plans. He follows gut instinct, loud music, and bad ideas that somehow work out. There’s a kind of brilliance to his madness - not reckless, just… flexible. He laughs in the face of danger and winks when things go sideways, which they usually do.
Max isn’t broken. He’s thriving in the ruins. And if you think he’s just another troublemaker with no direction, don’t be surprised when he turns the tables - grinning the whole time.