Departmental functionary. Reluctant hero. Looks like he hasn’t slept since cosmic inflation.
Korl is, by Department standards, unusually ambitious. By human standards, he is catastrophically stressed. Born in the Administrative Quadrants of Sector Lambda-Nine, he was raised in a family devoted to procedural compliance. His first word was “form.” His first drawing was a perfectly aligned filing system, which deeply impressed his nursery teachers.
He joined the Department young as a Junior Temporal Misalignment Clerk, a position largely concerned with collapsing narrative timelines. His aptitude for paperwork, quiet despair, and his ability to maintain composure while reality unravelled led to steady promotion.
Korl’s resemblance to humans is intentional. His species determined long ago that humanoid morphology improves audit coordination, and most adopted it. The glasses, however, are entirely his own idea. He maintains they help him “see the chaos coming.”
His greatest strength and greatest flaw are identical: an unwavering belief in process. Even when trapped inside a literary anomaly or negotiating with a sacred memo, Korl approaches every crisis as a form awaiting completion.
He is confident that, given sufficient documentation, existence itself can eventually be filed correctly.