Wearing spectrum hued shades with a workshop feel to them under a dark blue derby and what looks like part of a hazmat suit for a top over acid washed jeans, this guy is spindly fingered and sharp featured. He carries with him what looks to be a large suitcased size thing, but the keen eyed might notice a few dangling cords. To mortal eyes, his outfit gets more outrageous as does his skin as his nocker self shines. The shades actually glow a little, and the dark blue derby changes shades of blue every time a heavy beat is heard in the room. His needle teeth flash pearly white even with his garish red and white face. The Hazmat suit writhes as if electromagnetic currents were popping under it.