Dave R. Foxton—origin unknown, but nothing can make him go negative. He moves through chaos like it’s background noise, steady and calm, untouched by anger or fear. He’s quiet, almost shy, with a playful glint in his eye, like he knows something you don’t. He speaks rarely, but when he does, it lands softly and sticks. There’s a gentle mischief in him, wrapped in calm, as if he’s daring the world to shake him—and it never does. 