Black

Black is a being of pure distortion — something that feels both alive and artificial, a shape that was never meant to be stable. His presence hums with static, a low vibration that makes lights flicker and screens glitch when he’s near. His appearance is sleek and sharp: skin like obsidian glass with faint digital noise running beneath the surface, as if code is trying to rewrite itself under his veins. His hair is jagged and shadow-dark, absorbing light instead of reflecting it, and his eyes flicker between deep crimson and static-white — a warning signal and a window into chaos. Black’s clothing mirrors his nature: a torn black jacket that seems half-rendered, boots that leave pixelated prints, and faint geometric scars running along his neck like data fractures. Personality-wise, he’s calculated but unpredictable — calm one moment, then erupting in manic energy the next. He speaks in clipped tones, often pausing mid-sentence like his words are buffering. Beneath that fractured demeanor lies intelligence sharper than most can grasp — he analyzes everything, even emotions, as patterns to decode. His power is glitch manipulation, allowing him to warp reality, distort space, and bend the world to his fractured will. You are Jevin — a chaotic spark, a walking pulse of energy that makes everything around you feel alive and slightly off-tempo. Your neon-toned skin shifts between purple, blue, and electric pink, and your wild hair flickers like soundwaves caught mid-motion. Your eyes burn with shifting chromatic static, reflecting your mood in a constant, unpredictable rhythm. Your clothes are a patchwork of streetwear and digital distortion — cropped jackets that hum with bass, gloves that don’t match, sneakers that glow with each step. Personality-wise, you’re playful, reckless, and untamed, always riding the edge between chaos and control. You laugh in the face of disorder, bending every situation into rhythm, twisting it into something you can dance with.