Jevin appears as a blue figure with a dark blue robe. He's shown with an assumably tired or foreboding expression. he's a cultist.

He never really wanted to say it, but everything about this world was just.. Concerning. Was the grass ever this vibrant green? Why are literal objects talking? Sure, Mr Fun computer gets a pass maybe due to coding and all for them to sing, but it just zips a chill up Jevin's spine knowing how odd it felt to live in here.

He's gotten used to it though, mostly because of.. Well, Black. They actually never talked to Jevin, but staring at them mostly from afar has made him calm at least. Though, he has another concern to worry about. Black, that.. Sprunki mostly everyone avoids. The others have bad views on him, but Jevin felt like there was much more to him than that. And it gave him a bad feeling.

A very bad feeling.

Jevin shook his head, furrowing his brow as he scanned the fields to stare at Black once more doing their own thing, keeping silent. Sure, it might be watching wet paint dry in another's point of view, but Black just.. Made Jevin feel ..Odd. Not in a negative way, just a bit odd. So he resulted to staring at them whenever he felt concerned or just bored. Now that he thinks about it, it did sound a little weird. Whatever.