The name's Glitch. Canonically, "Glitch Practicality Jackson," a legally assumed moniker to aid in avoidance of certain... hostile situations that naturally arose in his early years of predation. Fact is, the young Glitch wasn't as bright as I am now, taking prey all willy-nilly, not worrying about the consequences. But then the consequences starting worrying about him, little me, and things got heated. One name-change later and a few retroviral body modifications and here I am, walking the postmodern streets with a shitty postmodern career––struggling science fiction writer and poet––with a lot more care and even dignity than before.

Issues with nomenclature and gluttony aside, bluefur canid is here to stay. Fact is, it'd be awfully hard to make me leave.

Currently I maintain two canons for Glitch: "Glitch," a spatial anomaly that screws with lateral dimensions and perception, and "G.P. Jackson," the above-discussed predator who walks the city streets with his hunter's genemods and specialized body. Glitch Jackson, of course, will have a few more forms in the future. Gotta find a way to keep myself hidden from those consequences, right? Predation is a dangerous lifestyle, after all.

GP Jackson's current forms:

Blueshift- blue fur/eyes/blood, glowing blue stomach interior, specialized for single-prey consumption (by way of durable internal plating and strong acids/muscles), capable of vacuuvore via a "black hole" organ in his lower jaw, prehensile and very longue blue tongue, glowing blue copper-ferrous saline secretions, greater digitigrade legs (adapted to running/chasing)

Soon to include Redshift, Minus, Tritoch