SHARD

"Having someone like you about... it makes this place a little less lonely. "

It gets lonely at the top of the world, doesn't it?

Shard, self-appointed Keeper of the Neo-Fantasium city, seems only to know this feeling all too well, don't they? They babble on and on like they've never had anyone to talk to in their entire life, which may be true. The streets of the city are barren, other inhabitabts of its world nowhere to be found. That doesn't get him down though! He's always holding out on the hope that maybe, somewhere, somehow, he'll find another one of his own.

One very peculiar thing about Shard is its limbs. Instead of having limbs made of flesh and fur, they seem to be made of many shards of stained glass, floating in the approximate location. Even with the glass removed it doesn't seem to feel pain, nor does it fall apart when all the glass is removed. It can move its own glass around at will, and change what glass is part of its limbs. How odd.