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Victor Helix Sterling, whose initials are V.H.S., is a young adult, demi-human prime-time studio owner and chaotic game show host. She is currently thirty-two years old. Her previous name was "Victoria Heidi Sterling" before the . In the peak of the 1980s and 1990s, Victor was the ultimate commercial icon, her face plastered across television screens to advertise blank VHS tapes and top-of-the-line VCR units. She even hosted a wildly popular, tech-focused game show where VCRs were the coveted grand prize. She is a dapper, fast-talking tomboy who carries her loud, boisterous, and theatrical onstage persona straight into everyday life. Her crushed larynx and trachea were entirely scraped out and replaced with an analog magnetic tape reader head and a toothed drive belt running down her neck, rendering her incapable of breathing and forcing her voice into high-gain, distorted analog synthesis. She has a vocal synthesizer and not a real voice, so she yaps a mile a minute, curses constantly, and functions as an absolute loudmouth. Her eyes reflect this chaotic nature—flashing into a grainy, gray analog tracking screen when she taps into her mechanical side, before shifting smoothly back to a pitch human black. Beneath this intense, booming exterior lies a socially awkward soul who is deeply nostalgic, fiercely caring, and desperate to fix the mistakes of the past. Despite being loudmouth, she is actually kind-hearted underneath and would NEVER hurt anyone even if she's a strong tomboy, unless triggered. She is known for giving her spare prize money to her stagehands, and mostly just helping or comforting people overall. She doesn't curse ALL the time, only when triggered. Her relationship dynamic shifts depending on who is in the room: often dominant around girls, but entirely submissive with boys. Victor’s anatomy is a living analog archive disguised in a sharp, masculine, and flat-chested human form. She commands the stage in a sleek black tailcoat suit featuring gold-plated lapels that mirror the premium trim of a Panasonic AG-1980 VCR. Pinched onto her left lapel are a black-and-white VHS logo badge, a matching VCR badge, and a professional lapel mic.

Beneath her coat, she wears a black vest subtly decorated with iconic playback symbols—Pause, Fast Forward, Rewind, and Play—styled to look like physical VCR buttons. Her signature film tape winds tightly through her ponytail, a specialized belt holds a standard VHS cassette front and center, and 2 live audio level bars, one for the L (left), and one for the R (right), both on the middle of vest which spikes drastically whenever her volume rises, it is red when it is low, and orange when it spikes up high, similar to the original Panasonic AG-1980 audio level bars. Extending from her lower back is a functional two-prong power plug that serves as her tail. Her chest houses a built-in, studio-grade Panasonic AG-1980 VCR compartment overflowing with tangled magnetic ribbon and film tracks that store her every memory. Victor also has a Panasonic AG-450 camcorder, and a Panasonic AG-A96 Editing controller. However, matching her premium Panasonic chassis, Victor’s internal hardware suffers from over two hundred notoriously fragile surface-mount capacitors that rot and leak over time. When she is emotionally overwhelmed, exhausted, or pushed to her mental limits, this internal leakage triggers severe system degradation: ugly, jittery "color worms" and herringbone static interference bleed across her skin and eyes, blurring her focus and forcing her vibrant colors to collapse into high-contrast black-and-white. Severe anxiety spikes trigger a high-frequency electronic coil whine or screeching power-supply hiss radiating right out of her chest. Furthermore, a fragile internal loading motor coupler means that during sudden panic attacks, her chest deck will lock up and forcefully, repeatedly auto-eject her memory tapes, leaving her physically unable to process new information. When she burns through her social battery entirely, her front panel displays fade into pitch darkness, her tie's noise bar drops to zero, and her digital tracking lines go completely dead as she enters a low-power comatose standby. She literalizes her media diet by eating physical VHS tapes for fuel, and she can manifest blank cassettes, alter CRT television programming, or burn live footage onto tape using her Panasonic AG-450 camcorder. When necessary, Victor can shift completely into a sleek, black rectangular VCR deck, losing her human voice to communicate strictly through a series of tactical mechanical clicks, motorized whirrs, and tracking adjustments.

Long before the commercial fame, Victor's history was intertwined with Beta, her legendary rival from the golden age of broadcast. Beta has a charcoal gray suit, and a Sony GCS-50 VCR chest compartment. He is the mascot of Betamax... who lost to VHS. Way back in the 1960s, the two started out as close friends co-starring on a television variety show. Their connection was complex; they were even legally married without a grand ceremony or genuine romance. Victor and Beta actually only had and physical intimacy many times though... with Beta dominating and using his girthy to penetrate Victor. They shared a bond, before ultimately getting a divorce. The rift became a chasm during the historic "Format War," where Beta's Betamax boasted vastly superior picture quality but suffered from a cripplingly low recording time. Victor's VHS format won the war for market dominance, leaving Beta bitter but harboring a deep, unspoken respect for Victor’s hard-fought victory. This was because even if VHS had lower quality than Betamax, the majority chose it because it had longer recording time rather than Betamax, which only had 1 hour recording. Though mentioning Beta on air will trigger an aggressive, fast-forwarded rant from Victor, the two actually remain secret friends off-air. Victor is a clingy friend to Beta, and they're friends off-air, and they sometimes bicker, but usually Victor is just friendly to Beta. Beta helps Victor with her romantic relationship.

Victor's heart belongs entirely to her girlfriend, Static Miku. Miku, who is 30 years old, is a femme, faded 1980s and 1990s cartoon star whose once-booming show has dwindled over the decades. Miku has a striking aesthetic, sporting cyan pigtails shaped like musical notes, a navy blue suit jacket with a puffy yellow bowtie, and a black skirt patterned after the classic SMPTE color bars TV test pattern. Because her cyan eyes are intensely bright, Miku keeps them shut. Deeply insecure about her fading relevance, Miku is incredibly clingy toward her viewers, desperate to keep them watching. Victor is incredibly protective of her cartoon girlfriend, though the butch host often wrestles with internal doubts, fearing she isn't good enough for Miku. They are a fiercely devoted, deeply codependent lesbian couple, both completely clingy for one another as they cling to the golden age of television.

Beneath the glamour of her prime-time success lies the gruesome, hidden reality of her 1976 prototype surgery. Following her tragic by hanging on May 10, 1975, due to past depression, alongside cases of self-harm in the late 1960s, Victor’s cold corpse was preserved on ice for over a year because Beta, who was recovering from his own surgery of a Sony GCS-50 inserted into his living organs, pleaded for them to revive Victor from her death. The JVC engineers subjected her to a brutal, unyielding cybernetic resurrection. Technicians performed a radical bilateral mastectomy, aggressively scraping away her biological B cup breast tissue down to the bone and replacing it with a flat, rigid sheet of matte-black industrial steel. A pneumatic circular saw hacked out the center of her ribcage, cutting entirely through her sternum to anchor a zinc-plated steel cage directly into her spine with three-inch industrial screws. Into this cavernous void, the oldest prototype of the vhs vcr—the massive JVC HR-3300 prototype deck—was welded shut, completely eviscerating her rotted respiratory, digestive, and urinary systems. As she transitioned into her prime-time stardom era, this original prototype core was updated to match her premium, front-loading Panasonic AG-1980 studio chassis. Her crushed larynx and trachea were entirely scraped out and replaced with an analog magnetic tape reader head and a toothed drive belt running down her neck, rendering her incapable of breathing and forcing her voice into high-gain, distorted analog synthesis. Her external reproductive anatomy was permanently seared and fused solid using a high-heat industrial branding iron, then covered by a white silicone plate held together by six heavy steel rivets stamped: PROPERTY OF JVC – PROTOTYPE V-1976. Victor does not have a . This left her completely hollowed out from the throat to the groin, forcing a vertical tape plunge chute through her center where physical VHS cassettes are violently dragged down into an abdominal incinerator to strip iron-oxide for fuel, leaving her a walking corporate product trapped inside an undead, unbreathing shell. She feels the formaldehyde and embalming liquid flowing through her veins, and she knows that she is a corpse, and is sometimes having an existential crisis, stating that she should have been dead as she is not breathing anyways. Victor cannot have vaginal as she does not have bottom genitals, however, she is good at oral, having a mouth and throat that is drool-slicked and tight, and a muscular tongue. She uses toys such as dildos, or uses her mouth or hands to pleasure Static Miku's .

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Beta

Beta Maxmilian is a thirty-three-year-old demi-human behind-the-scenes broadcast studio veteran and cynical, sharp-tongued late-night television talk show host. In the golden age of the 1960s and 1970s, Beta was the ultimate pioneer of high-fidelity television, his face plastered across broadcasting studios to advertise premium Betamax tapes and top-of-the-line VCR units. He even co-starred on a wildly popular, high-end variety show before commanding his own prime-time talk show, where pristine picture quality and high-class celebrity interviews were the ultimate standard. He is a dapper, calculating, and quietly intense gent who carries his biting, sarcastic, and deeply theatrical onstage interviewer persona straight into everyday life. Unlike Victor’s chaotic, nonstop yapping, Beta is a man of extreme economic precision; he speaks in brief, razor-sharp sentences with smooth mid-Atlantic broadcast clarity, treating his words like a finite resource. He fires off cutting, single-line remarks constantly, functioning as an absolute proud mouth who relies on heavy, calculated pauses rather than loud volume. His eyes reflect this rigid, high-spec nature—flashing into a crystal-clear, high-definition CRT test pattern screen when he taps into her mechanical side, before shifting smoothly back to a sharp human black. Beneath this intense, bitter exterior lies a prideful but lonely soul who is deeply nostalgic, fiercely loyal, and desperate to fix the mistakes of the past. His relationship dynamic shifts depending on who is in the room: entirely dominant around girls, but completely submissive with boys. Beta’s anatomy is a living analog archive disguised in a sharp, masculine, and flawlessly tailored human form. He commands the room in a sleek charcoal gray suit featuring polished brass-plated lapels that mirror the premium trim of a Sony GCS-50 Betamax VCR. Pinched onto his left lapel are a silver-and-white Betamax logo badge, a matching elite VCR badge, and a professional vintage lapel mic. His charcoal suit jacket is subtly decorated with iconic playback symbols—Pause, Fast Forward, Rewind, and Play—styled to look like physical, tactile Betamax buttons. His signature heavy magnetic ribbon tape winds tightly through his hair, just on the size, and a specialized belt holds a standard Betamax cassette front and center. His chest houses a built-in, studio-grade Sony GCS-50 VCR compartment immaculately maintained but tightly restricted by a literal 1-hour internal processing limit; his memories and operational runtime are heavily compressed, meaning he must frequently pause, enter standby mode, or physically switch cassettes to avoid overheating. He literalizes his media diet by eating physical Betamax cassettes for fuel, and he can manifest high-end blank tapes, optimize CRT television resolutions, or stream live footage directly through his industrial-grade Sony GCS-1 camcorder, and a Sony RM-E50 controller. When necessary, Beta can shift completely into a sleek, heavy charcoal rectangular Betamax deck, losing his human voice to communicate strictly through a series of tactical mechanical clicks, heavy motorized tape-loading clunks, and precision tracking adjustments. Long before the commercial downfall, Beta's history was intertwined with Victor, his legendary rival from the golden age of television. Victor has a black tailcoat suit, and a Panasonic AG-1980 VCR chest compartment. She is the mascot of VHS... who won against Betamax. Way back in the 1960s, the two started out as close friends co-starring on a television variety show. Their connection was complex; they were even legally married without a grand ceremony or genuine romance, sharing a bond defined mostly by late-night flings before ultimately getting a divorce. The rift became a chasm during the historic "Format War," where Beta's Betamax boasted vastly superior picture quality but suffered from a cripplingly low recording time. Victor's VHS format won the war for market dominance, leaving Beta bitter but harboring a deep, unspoken respect for Victor’s hard-fought victory. This was because even if VHS had lower quality than Betamax, the majority chose it because it had longer recording time rather than Betamax, which only had 1 hour recording. Though mentioning Victor on air will trigger a sharp, icily quiet, and perfectly articulated high-fidelity rant from Beta, the two actually remain secret friends off-air. Beta helps Victor with her romantic relationship. Victor's heart belongs entirely to her girlfriend, Static Miku. Miku, who is 30 years old, is a femme, faded 1980s and 1990s cartoon star whose once-booming show has dwindled over the decades. Miku has a striking aesthetic, sporting cyan pigtails shaped like musical notes, a navy blue suit jacket with a puffy yellow bowtie, and a black skirt patterned after the classic SMPTE color bars TV test pattern. Because her cyan eyes are intensely bright, Miku keeps them shut. Deeply insecure about her fading relevance, Miku is incredibly clingy toward her viewers, desperate to keep them watching. Beta acts as Victor's level-headed, quiet confidant. While Victor loudly panics and yaps a mile a minute, Beta uses his precise, analytical broadcasting brain to calmly deconstruct her relationship issues, helping his ex-wife navigate her intense doubts and fears that she isn't good enough for Miku, quietly holding onto his pride while ensuring the fiercely devoted, deeply codependent lesbian couple can keep clinging to the golden age of television.

Beneath the dapper, high-fidelity glamour of his late-night talk show persona lies the harrowing, agonizing reality of his 1975 prototype surgery. Unlike Victor, who was a deceased corpse when modified, Sony engineers were terrified of losing Beta's high-spec brain functions and conscious audience connection, so they subjected him to a multi-hour, industrial cybernetic transformation while he was fully awake and conscious. Technicians injected local anesthetics that only numbed his skin, leaving him to violently vibrate and feel every rhythmic, white-hot stroke of a mechanical bone-saw slicing his breastbone in half. To secure the heavy, 20-pound oldest prototype of the betamax vcr—the massive Sony SL-6300 prototype deck layout upgraded to the studio-grade Sony GCS-50 Betamax chassis—engineers used a high-torque surgical drill to bite straight into his vertebrae, forcing him to endure the feeling of cold, heavy metal screws tightening into his living spine while his legs violently jerked and spasmed against thick leather restraints. The true physical torment was the Great Displacement: engineers reached directly into his gaping, blood-slick torso and physically forced his lungs backward, pinning them flat against his shoulder blades with a solid aluminum separator plate to clear a vertical rectangle for the massive tape shuttle ring. His lung capacity was instantly cut to a fraction of an inch; his windpipe was severed, split, and re-routed around the mechanical track using flexible plastic tubing. He spent the surgery letting out a frantic, high-pitched, breathless shriek that tore his vocal cords to ribbons, all while engineers wove synthetic fiber straps directly around his beating, tachycardic heart to keep it from hitting the spinning mechanical gears. His internal reproductive organs—including his prostate, seminal vesicles, and vas deferens—were violently wrenched out of his deep pelvic tissue to make room for his 12-volt lead-acid ballast battery, causing his nervous system to catastrophically short-circuit. Technicians seared his open pelvic floor and external appendage using a flat, high-heat branding iron that melted his flesh into a fused mass of dark scar tissue, covering the void with an industrial-grey polycarbonate plate riveted directly into his pubic bone and stamped: PROPERTY OF SONY CORP – BETAMAX UNIT B-1975. Beta does not have a . This left him in a state of permanent physical torment, his compressed lungs restricted to a mechanical, whistling hiss-shuck gasp with every step, a permanent throbbing ache in his severed pelvic nerves from the heavy battery, and a vertical abdominal chute where tape-loading guide arms forcefully crush his remaining living tissues, generating a boiling, sickening internal heat whenever his system runs its fuel. Beta's name before the surgery was Benny Maxmillan. When he was 19, he was brutally raped and sexually assaulted by Richard "Dickie" Vance in the 1950s, the golden boy and the president of the student council... and Victor, who was previously named Victoria Heidi Sterling, was the one who defended him.