An undead shapeshifter who can't quite let go of looking human.
Sox can't quite figure out what his? her?? heritage is and it's just as confusing to her?? him?? as it is to everyone else.
Blase, trickster, a spectator on the sidelines of life and absolutely sick of it.
Sox is looking for a cause to stand for, but struggles between idolizing or demonizing everything that comes her way.
How are you supposed to be a champion of anything if you barely know yourself?
he/him, she/her (use any pronouns at your own risk, if you ask sox she'll grin and shrug)
Works as a smuggler, shipping contraband out from an underground sea.
Dirty industrial aesthetics, gross fusions of victorian and present day dress, eldritch horror? Or just regular horror? All yes.