Kavo Menris
Writer/Illustrator
Kavo Menris was born on April 3rd, 2064zc, in Marisport, a midsized coastal city known for its art cooperatives and old brick neighborhoods. He grew up the quiet middle child of a teacher and a carpenter, in a house filled with battered sketchbooks, secondhand comics, and hand-built furniture that always carried the smell of sawdust. Menris spent more time drawing in corners than talking; he was the kind of kid who studied people by observing their hands, the way they leaned when they listened, or how they laughed when they thought no one was watching.
He died peacefully on November 18th, 2142, in his longtime home in Northbridge, a little hillside town where he’d lived for over two decades. Neighbors found him at his desk, pen still in hand, as if he had simply taken one breath too few in the middle of finishing a panel. Fans would later call this fitting - the storyteller leaving the world in the act of making another one.
Early Life
Menris was a quiet child in a noisy city. His mother taught literature, and his father repaired almost anything that could be repaired, which meant Kavo grew up with both stories and tools as constants in his world. He was drawing full scenes by age seven - little street corners, stray dogs, mismatched pairs of people arguing or laughing, always with more emotion than technique. The technique came later. His parents encouraged him gently, without the drama of “you’re destined for greatness,” just steady support: extra notebooks, colored pencils, and taped-up comic pages on his bedroom wall. He attended local art programs but never quite fit into group critiques. He listened more than he spoke, and teachers learned to let him work quietly in his own corner. By his late teens, he’d taken on a kind of local mystery-kid reputation - the one who showed up at cafés at odd hours to sketch strangers or followed architecture students around just to watch them measure things. When he eventually enrolled in Riverstone Academy’s illustration program, nobody was surprised. It was the only place he ever talked about wanting to go.Career
Kavo Menris’s career never exploded in the usual sense. It built, patiently, quietly, brick by brick. He started as a freelance penciler, delivering panels so clean they looked like they had been inked by someone twice his age. He had a knack for capturing warmth - the tilt of a smile, the energy of a shared joke - even in scenes that should have been mundane. His early anthology, Strange Corners, earned a small but passionate following. People noticed the way he drew friendships: flawed, gentle, a little strange, but deeply real. A publisher reached out, asking if he had anything that could work as a full series. What he brought them wasn’t a superhero or a chosen-one epic, but an ensemble: five young friends, a slightly awkward boy at the center, and a ferret with a talent for trouble. They traveled, they made mistakes, they stumbled into mysteries, and they cared for each other in ways that felt almost old-fashioned. When The Munchmen: The Black Dog of Tintagel debuted in 2099, it was supposed to be a four-issue experiment. It became a cultural fixture. The series expanded through the 2100s, then evolved into holo-mation in the 2110s. Menris stayed involved through it all - storyboards, character notes, visual continuity, the emotional scaffolding that held the whole story together. He never let the heart of the group get lost beneath spectacle. Every adaptation credit carried his quiet fingerprints. By the time he reached his late seventies, he was regarded as one of the formative creators of early 22nd-century youth adventure media - though he never seemed entirely comfortable with the attention.Personal Life
Menris lived the way he drew: gently, quietly, slightly sideways from the noise of the world. He never married and rarely dated, preferring friendships that unfolded slowly over years. He lived mostly alone except for occasional pets - a cat in his thirties, an elderly rescue dog in his fifties, and a rotating lineup of houseplants that thrived or perished depending on his deadlines. He spent most evenings in cafés or wandering old neighborhoods looking for interesting windows to sketch. Fans who met him in person described him as shy but warm, with a listening quality that made people feel heard even when he barely spoke. His colleagues used to joke that the five main characters in The Munchmen were all different directions his life could have gone if he’d had a little more confidence, a little more chaos, or a little more companionship. Menris never confirmed that, but he also never denied it. When he passed away, tributes described him not as a visionary or a genius but as something simpler and truer: a man who made stories that felt like home.
Date of Birth
03 Sofia 2064zc
Date of Death
18 Eirene Sofia 2064zc
Life
2064 zc
2142 zc
78 years old
Birthplace
Marisport, Brynwydd
Place of Death
Northbridge, Brynwydd
Children
Belief/Deity
Celtic/Druidry + Minor Faiths & Syncretic Traditions
Spiritual governance through reverence for land and cycle; Druidic animist with Accord inclusivity.
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