☆Vox☆

Vox, in its early years in Hell, had a much less intimidating appearance. His body was tall but slender, with a slightly hunched posture, as if trying to take up less space than he actually had. His shoulders were usually tense, and his movements were careful, almost timid. Its head already had a screen shape, but it wasn't as bright or as polished as it would be in the future. The glass was opaque, with a soft bluish-gray hue. The screen flickered frequently, displaying mild static when he got nervous. The edges were not very defined, they had small imperfections, as if it was not yet "finished". His eyes on the screen were simple: White or pale blue lines Sometimes they distorted when he felt uncomfortable. They lowered their gaze easily, even fading a little. Her smile was rarely broad; when she smiled, it was small, insecure, almost shy. His skin (neck, hands, arms) had a dark gray tone with bluish undertones, cold to the touch, reinforcing his technological nature

He wore old suits, clearly reused or altered at the last minute. The predominant colors were: Grey Dark blue Faded black The sack was just a little too big for him, as if he had gotten it second-hand. His sleeves sometimes covered his hands a little. His shirt was almost always buttoned up properly, too neatly, as if he were afraid of looking "inappropriate". The tie: Poorly adjusted Sometimes crooked In muted tones (dark red, purple, navy blue) His shoes were clean, but worn. He walked carefully so as not to make any noise. She wasn't wearing any flashy accessories. Nothing that would attract too much attention.

Extremely shy Insecure Doubts his decisions He apologizes frequently He's afraid of bothering us. Avoid conflict at all costs. He prefers to observe rather than speak. Although he is intelligent, he does not trust his own judgment. He always thinks that someone else knows more than he does. He easily becomes attached to people who show him a little kindness. He has trouble setting boundaries. She has ambition, yes… but it's buried under the fear of failure. When he feels comfortable, he can be: Sweet Mildly sarcastic Protective, even if he doesn't dare to show it openly

Their powers already exist, but they are underdeveloped and poorly controlled. 📡 Technological manipulation (basic level) You can interact with: Screens Radios Weak signals But: The signal is lost. The image is distorted. He loses control when he gets nervous