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Part of the Propeller Tail species that flies about with a tail in the air and flippers at their sides. Simple folk typically have a horn-like beak that generates bubbles. That is how they communicate with each other. They can also trap things in their bubbles like food or a car, very strong stuff.

Not knowing for blinking, those big pop eyes smile more commonly than frowning likely due to being full of bubbles. Propeller Tails commonly are in various colors but small in size.Barnsy nicknamed Floyd due to him being pinkish and not being able to translate the language.

Floyd will tag along with Barnsy with fans but intelligent prone to instinct.

A planet stitched together from memories and forgotten ideas. Patches sewn together of different patterns and colors. The core is inflated like a balloon consistently getting bigger. Kind of has to.

One of nine planets in the solar system known as Kate. Monday; Tuesday; Wednesday; Thursday; Friday; Saturday; Sunday; Funday and Dullday. This is of course, the planet of Friday. Why is it called, Friday? Easy, Friday are a great day of the week.

This world is the home of Barnsy and his crew. Constant flux of change as it's structure and inhabitants change on a frequent basis.

Have you ever wondered who wanders in the background of the comics strips in Barnsy Ink? A random spider; a frog and plenty of ants? Yes, they are Grime Inc. A band of bugs; vermin and insects lead by the king fish of the group, Murray the frog.

Usually the witnesses to the oddities around them but from time to time the culprits of chaos. Antony is the most common of the gang. Stealing food much of the time. Bigger the better. Kind of hard to tell which one is Antony since most of them look similar but he is there.

The 'family' likes to meddle with inventions while inviting other mutant 'cousins' to hang with them. A cup of coffee with wings, you are part of the 'family'. A spool of thread with eight legs made of sewing needles, yeah you are in.

Percival Ignatius Guin, a shy little penguin who tends to be on the fussy side when it comes to a procedure that shapes his entire life. Loves books and hates technology. Carries a pocket watch, checking regularly with his numerous schedules to be sure he is not behind whatever plans are on for the day. Rarely speaks unless necessity demands him not to write a note.

Will avoid all tech if possible. Wears polished brown shoes, a handkerchief in his suit along with a white shirt with bright buttons and a bow tie. This is how Percival dresses every day without fail. The one thing that never comes off, if so briefly, is his brown hat. The hat is very important to Percival.

Besides hiding his bald head, it is his deduction hat. You heard right, his deduction hat. Percival is a detective. Perfect for the moniker, P.I. Guin

If you are looking for a cranky, argue-loving, harsh opinionated, kind-hearted accented gentleman, then Cecil Brush Grungerson is your guy. Most call him 'Grunge' out of preference by Cecil. Why? because most mispronounce his name. Ceasel which annoys the shrub. Yep, he is a shrub.

From many of his long-drawn-out stories, Grunge will explain that he is very old. He is a plant and as long as a trimming can grow, Grunge will live on. He claims to have gained his accent as a small cutting that was grown in a coffee pot on a pirate ship. Also loves coffee as he smells like it constantly.

Has a strong fear of being squashed due to being boneless and short. Most time Grunge will insist on riding on the shoulder or noggin of one of his taller friends. Runs a restaurant, 'The Soup Pot'. He is also an ordained Pastor. Can be quite generous to strangers but will cost you hearing one of the many thousand stories told by Grunge.

Yep, Guppy has tried and failed many times to eat Nall. Nall tends to mistake that big grin of excitement on the fish's faces as a sign of greeting.

An orange and redfish fish living in a bowl on a table away from harm or fear, plenty of food, clean water, and a small castle that he can never fit into, but will try nonetheless. Seems like an easy way to live? Right? Not if you are paranoid and always in a mood.

Spends his days giving a running commentary of the day and life of him viewing the world from the safety of his fishbowl. Glass half empty in his point of view.

Could be argued that his fear is justified, after all, he is owned by Barnsy. The Guppy is aware that Barnsy is a bird so should be a fish eater. A fact that is lost on Barnsy. Just wanted a pet fish.

The imagination is an incredible thing. Especially if from certain point of view, it's a real place. A little boy, named Joe, had an imaginary friend that Joe named 'Guy'. Guy was based on a drawing that Joe made that resembled a yellow turtle.

Guy was Joe's buddy and confident. Though no one could see him except Joe, Guy was very much real. Guy existed in Imagination Fantastique, a world separated by a slight difference in frequency.

Guy never stopped watching over Joe even after Joe stopped actively seeing Guy. Life had changed for Joe, but Guy got bored and chose to move, from surreality to reality. Now possessing an bike helmet in Joe's closet, Guy's presence is eventually noticed and thus the buddy team is reborn.

Only Joe can hear Guy therefore Guy carries a deck of note cards as Joe's parent's are aware of Guy's existence. Together Guy and Joe can fuse to become a third personality., 'JOURNEYER'.

A heroic meddler made up of two personalities making a independent third. Journeyer is made up of Joe and Guy when Guy converts into a helmet for Joe to wear.

Together saying 'Wake Up!' Journeyer is in control but is guided my the morality and memories of Joe and Guy.

Joe and or Guy communicates with Journeyer through notes left in coat pockets. 'I'm Going to Sleep' it the disconnect phrase splitting Joe and Guy apart.

Journeyer posses enhanceD strength; speed; second sight; invulnerability; energy blasts and able to create simple objects. Light based super powers. Needs to eat a lot of carbs at times.

On a shelf somewhere, there might be a hat. Inside that hat, all the way down, you might be able to see a door. Not everyone can. If so then welcome to Imagination Fantastique.

Don't mind the music going off in your head, only you can hear it perhaps. Good way to waste a bag of time, it's a stitched together of odds and ends that many thought were unimportant. Ideas; suggestions; theories; old stories; new adaptations; history redirected and plenty of guessing.

Nothing fades away. Just lost things eventually dropping from the air as visible as wind. A place where inanimate objects talk; reality is thrown into a blender and nothing is planned. Always growing merging new into what is to make unexpected conclusions.

Works at his parent's delicatessen in the town of Kurtsburg. College student and artist. His old bicycle helmet sat in his closet and contained the soul of his imaginary friend, 'Guy'.

A buddy duo involving a lot of gags and jokes on how they did everyday stuff like work; money and trust. They share a telepathic connection.

This connection also allows Guys and Joe to see what is or might happen sporadically which invokes Journeyer to get involved. Only Joe can hear Guy. Guy carries the Journeyer gear in his shell and note cars. Only way he can talk to others.