Vane is a towering figure whose presence is announced by the scent of burnt ozone and the metallic tang of copper. His skin is a weathered shade of slate gray, marked by fine lines that pulse with a faint, bioluminescent blue light when the Capacitor surges. His most striking feature is a prosthetic eye made of polished brass that whirs and clicks as it focuses, emitting a constant cerulean glow. He moves with a calculated, stiff gait, as if fighting against the very magnetic fields he regulates. Contradictory to his heavy, grounded attire, his fingers possess a delicate, spider like precision when manipulating the glass sliders of his console, despite the rhythmic tremor that plagues his hands.