The Big Brother

EDIT: Okay, I added a hood so his coat's more organization-y and messed with the word bubbles so they're more easily read. I kept the element the same 'cause it might be sort of okay? But I can change it if you want. XD I doodled up a quick backup plan that should work. *submits this sucker*

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ALRIGHT, he's going first. Because he's cool, and I really, really don't have to explain his element. Seriously. Submitting to #Org-Playlist, once I figure out hooowwww. *really not sure*

Features *Miniyuna's Nobody, Kikixes! she was too fun to not draw, I swear.

BRING ON THE NERVOUS INSECURITY YEAH! *butterflies burst from chest; realizes this makes little sense, shuts up*

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Name: Muxanh (Meu-zen, sounds like musing)
Element: Mind Control
Song: "The Brainwasher" by Daft Punk
Song Genre: Electronic
Proof of Existence: The Big Brother
Brief description Of element Use: Muxanh's element is controled by his voice. He can speak to people and make them believe anything he says, so long as he keeps speaking. In order to implant a more permanent thought or command, he must suggest it for days or even weeks, depending on the intelligence and will of the subject, but it will become semi-permanent eventually.
Weapon: Helmet

Personality: Muxanh is a lazy gentleman. He'd prefer to stay at home and enjoy the company of a good book, but he will do as his superiors ask. Of course, he doesn't really pay much attention to someone's real rank, and will go by what he sees in a person, and as a result, most people are not his superior. He doesn't treat people, ah, below him badly, however, as he treats everyone with a certain amount of cordiality and respect. He won't use his power upon anyone, unless he feels it's for the best (for him or the Greater Good), as he thinks it's a bit barbaric to tell someone to go take a long walk off a short pier and have them actually do it. If he's going to be made to fight, he'll usually avoid actual combat, preferring to convince his opponent(s) to call it off or hurt themselves, or perhaps make them believe that they are afraid of him. If it does come to blows, however, he's not above a good headbutt or attempting to gouge out eyes with his sharpened finger guards. He fights a little like a girl sometimes.

An interesting aspect of Muxanh is the fact that you never see an inch of skin on him. Under his coat is a full body suit, and no one has ever seen him without his helmet. That doesn't mean he doesn't eat or bathe or something weird like that, though. He's just extremely private. He'll only eat when he is alone, usually at odd hours (breakfast at 4 am, lunch at 3 pm, dinner at 12 am, etc.), and he'll sneak in laundry when he thinks no one is aware. One must assume he has something to hide, though he'll never say what. No one knows what he sounds like, either. His helmet functions as a voice amplifier and changes his voice to sound like he's talking through a talk box.

He's a bit paranoid of cameras, as well. He's of the firm belief that he has the right to privacy, even if no one else does. He'll keep a constant watch for spying equipment in and around his abode, and will probably go nuts if he finds out anyone has been inside his bedroom. Like, convincing you that you are a cat kind of nuts. Conversely, he likes to keep tabs on everyone and everything that's happening within the group. He hates not knowing about things and loathes secrets. He doesn't have much respect for other people's privacy and will probably get on people's bad sides because of it.

But don't get me wrong, though! He LIKES people. He'd be an very good, protective friend if he had any. He's also prone to infatuation, especially with confident women (also, the ones who find his spying insulting [rawr, fiesty]). He'll never actually admitted to it, of course, but it's quite obvious when he's found someone interesting. He'll deny it to the bitter end, unless for some strange reason the person in question approaches him. He's got enough sense to speak the truth then.

Other notes:
- He also haaaaates water. It might short out his helmet.
- He'll illustrate his emotions with the lights in his visor, as he can't get a lot of emotion through vocally.
- He hates mornings. He sleeps through them.
- He has nine locks on his door.
- If he were an animal, he would want to be a jackrabbit.
- His favorite color is purple!
- He has not read 1984 (seeing as I haven't finished it...), but would probably find it disturbing, then smash all the televisions. All of them.
- All the metal on his suit and his helmet is platinum. Trying to get the shine right is a PAIN, though, so I didn't try very hard.
- Someday, I might draw him without his helmet. Maybe. I know what he looks like, though.
- He's tolerant to noise, to the point that a jet engine wouldn't really bother him.
- If he had a webcam, he wouldn't.

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