Jorakux Fynstrider

Jorakux Fynstrider wears wet-leather gloves over grafted crab claws, knuckle-by-knuckle plated in slick gray carapace. A narrow dorsal fin flutters under their coat sleeve when they crouch, and a second, thinner set of fingers peels from the forearm seam for lockwork. They don’t pocket loot—they store it in a strap-lined belly pouch, labeling finds with ink-stained fishhooks. Chaotic routes, always: leave by the river wall, return through the drain.