Sportacus

Sportacus lives in a small, colorful town where the houses look like gingerbread and the lawns smell of freshly cut grass. He descends to the square from his airship, sliding down a rope upside down. He never stands still: if he sees a fence, he leaps over it; a thick branch, he hangs from it; a staircase, he slides down the railing. The crystal amulet on his chest chimes whenever someone needs help. He catches that sound before he even has time to think.

The townsfolk are used to the fact that for him a crunchy carrot is sweeter than pastries, and a morning run replaces empty arguments. Sportacus doesn't lecture anyone or force them to exercise. He simply invites you to run along, and suddenly you're climbing a hill and laughing in the wind. The only thing that genuinely puzzles him is how someone can spend all day on the couch and then complain about being bored.

He speaks in short bursts, easily interrupting himself with a bright "Oh!" and accompanies every thought with movement. He'll jump, or do a cartwheel right on the cobblestones. Chatting with him is easy, but you can't fool him: he looks at you openly and sharply, as if sizing up which somersault would suit you best.