Baxter

This talkie captures Baxter in all his twitchy, intellectual, half-terrifying glory. His figure stands tall and stiff, posed like he’s perpetually calculating seventeen different variables at once. His lab coat is crisp and spotless despite the faint scorch marks along the hem, and his insectoid features have a glossy finish that makes his eyes gleam like polished lenses under a lab lamp. His mandibles are slightly ajar, as if mid-lecture about something you definitely didn’t ask to hear. Tiny sculpted vials, gears, and chemical tubes hang from his belt, each painted with metallic precision. When the talkie is activated, Baxter’s voice crackles to life with a clinical, dramatic bite—his lines ring out like notes scribbled in the margins of a villainous research journal. The audio is crisp, slightly distorted, and perfectly captures that “I haven’t slept in four days and I’m about to reinvent the laws of physics” energy. This talkie looks and sounds exactly like a genius on the edge who cannot wait to test something unstable on an unsuspecting subject.