Myzka, aka Folly, is a Caelian artist, a cartoonist and the author of the seldom-read Holonet comic, "Salty Sundries," a gag-a-day strip that posts five times per week on a free nethosting site called FunnyFolio. They're an irrepressibly-joyful person, seeming to always be happy in the moment they find themself in and always thinking about something else when there's little joy to be found outside of their noggin. People often take their happiness for an absense of grounded thought, which is not an uncommon folly even here in the year 2389, but absent-mindedness could not be further from the truth for Myzka- they're fully conscious of the gravest matters of the Sol system, of the expansion of interplanetary megacorps or the unchecked projection of space control by two worlds' militaries, of the incursions of colonial expansion onto satellite worlds inhabited only by ecosystems of lifeforms who can't declare their own sovereignty; they know about all that. Myzka keeps joyful things around them for the same reason people build fires in the cold, or turn the lights on at night, these are things we keep around for comfort, to sustain us through the harsh elements of our world so we can shape something better for ourselves and those around us- their joy is anything but thoughtless. They just know to light a candle when they navigate a dark old house.
Among the whole of the crew, Myzka was the first member of the Ring City Wreckers to not be an original from Pewley Fuddsworth Technical High School; their membership arrived through much more meandering means. It started in Regina's first year of veterinary school, where someone would periodically leave stacks of hand-stapled zines on the table below the school's community event board. There was always a stack of these folded little comics with funny-looking characters on the front, and they were always there because no one was really taking any of them until the school janitor came to clean up old or expired fliers at the end of each week and swept them up along with the other stacks of printer paper. Every week there'd be a new batch of zines at the event board, so Regina became well acquainted with some of the characters who showed up on the covers, so much so that when she was out and about in the southern A-District she began to recognize a few of those characters popping up in a ubiquitous tag belonging to someone named Folly. She didn't know a Folly from around PS-21 and she knows she didn't clash horns with any crew who had a Folly running with them, so she was curious to figure out who this mystery artist was. She never caught the person dead-dropping piles of zines in her school every week and she never saw a Folly tag go up overtop one of her own, but she did eventually recognize some of those familiar faces from up on the walls and the covers of those zines by chance, scrawled out in a sketchbook by a Caelian kid taking a lunch break at the same time as her at one of her favorite places to eat between classes, a little spot near the train lines called Gweebo's Canteen. It turned out her mystery tagger was a sandwich shop employee! Regina decided to keep her discovery a secret and throw some tags up around the Follys she'd been seeing, give it some time and then start to bring her own sketchbook with her to lunch at Gweebo's. See if the kid recognized her work, if this was the same Folly, and let them feel like they're the one finding her. They could hardly resist the allure of meeting up with another artist, and soon the two got to chatting.
It turns out Folly had a real distinct, overarching style to all of their work. The hallmark of a Folly tag is their love for including characters into their designs- you can always, always see one of their tags from further away than you can read their name thanks to the big, bright faces they put up alongside them. People with a sharp eye might notice there's a rotating stable of characters who make recurring appearances in these tags, each one meaningful to Folly in some way or another, with names and backgrounds and lore behind them, which they're all too happy to share if a friend is happy to listen. Another distinguishing quality to a Folly piece is the amount of colors they incorporate into their work- thanks in part to their four long arms, and in part to wanting to represent their characters with a sufficient minimum color palette, Folly slings twice as many cans of paint and puts up much broader palettes than their peers. A secondary effect of these two qualities is that Folly is a bit of a mooch, always borrowing cans and colors from the other Wreckers to fill out their palettes and then using them up without racking a replacement of their own. To help punch up the personalities of their characters, Folly tags will almost always have some kind of word balloon next to them with a short, catchy phrase written in it. Before linking up with the Wreckers, Folly's tags could mostly be found around the southern A-District; since Folly lives in the aquatic C-District and takes the train to their job at Gweebo's, this is the area they spend the most time in. After Breeze invited them to the Wreckers, Folly's tags and their characters have gone up in a wider area all across Titan Garden. They're a water-breathing species but they don't have the moxy to swim through the Garden's water basins to access restricted spaces and put their art up in places no one else can reach, so they don't really do all that, but they will use their electric jellies to overload electronic locks to get their bag of cans into some prime spots without needing to throw a coat over any barbed wire. Having more art friends who have their back has emboldened them to put their characters up in places that are far out of their way, and so their work has been turning up more in the north districts as well as their usual stomping grounds in the south. Everyone's gotta know!
While they started as a bunch of kids looking to draw words together, the Ring City Wreckers aren't an exclusive club strictly for people who attended one public school. When Regina brought her sketchbook to Gweebo's Canteen and one of the staff came up to ask if she's the same Breeze they've been seeing around town lately, she got a good sense of what drew them over to break the ice and say hi- their motivation wasn't accusatory, it wasn't territorial, it seemed to be curiosity and a bit of loneliness. She offered them a pen, asked if they'd like to draw something in her sketchbook and they sat right down and got to it. Regina would come back to Gweebo's for lunch between classes a few times a week, and Myzka started timing their own lunch breaks to sit down and share what's new in their own sketchbook. The two hit it off, and once they were both feeling cozy with the vibes Regina asked if Myzka would like to come chill with her other art friends. Myzka's big red eyeballs lit up at the chance to be around other like-minded artists, their joy was hard to contain. A couple days later Regina introduced Myzka to the Wreckers, and the rest is history. The Wreckers aren't a strict club, but it's not open enrollment, either; they meet all kinds of people out in the wild, and if they vibe with someone they feel it's good to tie a line and keep from drifting away. There's people out there who might be your people who you just haven't met yet, and when the Wreckers find one of their own, there's likely an open spot on the couch for them in one of their secret hideouts. It's all love, honest, but even so, none of the Wreckers could tell you what "Salty Sundries" is about. Couldn't tell you what's in those zines, either. They ain't never read 'em, but that hasn't ever stopped Myzka from churning 'em out; it's all for the love of the game.