A bright smile and overeager handshake are Vodo's go-to greeting, his enthusiasm bordering on exhausting. Speaking in stilted, but excited sentences, he brightens most people's day through sheer force of optimistic positivity. Always willing to do what his friends want of him, eager to support them in their struggles, and freely generous with compliments, Vodo is just all around a good boy. None of the Mags dislike him (well, save for one).
But underneath all the pep and cheer is - nothing. Vodo's mask rests on an empty identity, a blank slate for whatever other people need of him. He exists only to serve them - with no wants, desires, or needs of his own that need servicing. Any thoughts he has of his own feelings are selfish, disgusting, and need to be purged instantly.
For if he isn't the upbeat, cheerful, and annoyingly sweet counterpart to the cruel, abusive, and degrading deity that shares his mind, there is no purpose to him. Everyone else has suffered at the hands of Bereave, his callousness and hatred poisoning them. Vodo will not falter, though. He will keep his head high, and he will redeem Bereave - show him the error of his ways - and shoulder that burden, as he does with all burdens, completely alone.
Still... he can't help but sneak an awed glance at Juice every now and then.
Songs: Hounds of Bairro / Footy Powers: King of Cups / snapdragon / to break cycles Zodiac: Pisces / Pisces / Pisces
“The place and the smell will instantly place your evident crime,”