The clown currently known as Fractura was always the shining beacon of silliness and joy he claims himself to be… is what he would tell you, if ever you asked. His sole purpose in life is to provide happiness to all who watch his ridiculous attempts to make them laugh.

To the average carnival patron, Fractura is a perfect example of a delightful oddity. He’s wacky, quick with a joke or a magic trick, and wonderful with the children, who absolutely adore his antics. Despite his imposing stature, this is plain to see, as he fixes a sincere, elated smile to any little fair-goer he fumbles a balloon animal for with his razor-sharp claws. (Well, with the strange markings on his face, perhaps he has no choice in the matter.) Fractura loves his job, and besides roaming the venue and spreading chaos in his wake, he tries to help out his fellow carnies in any way he can.

So why has he been (ahem) politely removed from every department in the carnival he’s ever worked in? It seems no matter what game stand, food vendor, ticket booth, or garden-variety sideshow he’s wormed his way into, something goes wrong and the poor clown needs to find a new stage for his antics. What could possibly be the issue if it’s clear he’s so good at his job?

If you ask any of his co-workers, they would imply that bad luck follows the performer wherever he goes. Once a concerned parent put in a complaint that Fractura’s persona (or giant raptor body) was too intense for the children, and later that day they came down with a nasty case of food poisoning. One group of rough-housing teens ran screaming bloody murder away from the big top, claiming a massive beast had popped out of thin air to terrorize them. Fractura was left standing on the stage in bewilderment, claiming only to have offered to share his cotton candy with them. It was not unheard of for paying customers to storm off in an incoherent panic after confronting Fractura, never to return to the carnival again. After one too many unfortunate incidents, the boss has had to reconsider the terms of Fractura's contract.

Surely, Fractura dares to dream, there’s a place for him somewhere, where he can continue to delight and enthrall his audience without fear. It’s not his fault if people don’t understand his style! Perhaps, one of his co-workers suggests, he doesn’t have to take his position so seriously? To which Fractura responds, no silly, I’m a clown, I don’t take anything seriously! This does not generate the response he wishes.

One day his boss approaches him slowly, a grin wobbling on his visibly sweating face. He offers his most hard-working, most loyal employee a proposition. Why not add on a new responsibility to his job, one he was uniquely qualified for? Fractura always wanted everyone at the carnival to have the best experience possible, and he hated whenever someone didn't play nice and ruined the fun for everyone. Why not make enforcing the rules of the carnival one of Fractura's duties in an official capacity? 

Oh, how Fractura loved that idea! His single visible red eye lit up at the very thought. He accepted the offer straight away and thanked his boss profusely. After all, he loved their carnival so much, he already enforced the rules at every opportunity he got! He didn't seem to notice how the man looked crossed between a sigh of relief and utter fear that he might have just made the worst mistake of his life. Fractura set off to work from that point on with more vigor than ever before.

Fractura's nightmare is hardly that at all depending on how a dreamer behaves. His kingdom is a gorgeous, sprawling carnival, with every ride, stall, and attraction you could imagine smashed into one venue for one night only of adventure and delight. Fractura himself, if you encounter him, is the absolute star of the show. He can change up his act on a whim, utilizing his clumsy raptor body to make patrons laugh or enamoring a crowd with an illusion. His sole purpose in life is to ensure every soul that walks into his home leaves with happy memories of a night they can treasure forever.

That is, of course, until someone ruins the fun for everyone else. Cut in line? Make a scene? Be rude to a worker, mess with the animals? Unfortunately, so many things can go wrong in the carnival. Anyone caught out of order, and rest assured they will be caught, will have their behavior personally corrected by Fractura. Frolic at your own risk!

But why is he a dinosaur?

The technical answer: Lock had an MYO raptor ticket she wasn't planning on using and offered it to me. I didn't have any plans for a raptor either until we both realized exactly which one of my characters it could work for.

The real answer: Because it's funny!