One of my headcanons for Jazzpunk would have to be that to others, Polyblanka appears as a clump of static due to him being an espionage agent.
Features such as his hair and overall silhouette aren't affected, and neither are the clothes he dons. HOWEVER! His face is entirely devoid of defining features, appearing as a shifting blur of black, white, and grey pixels, akin to a corrupted transmission.
Additionally, with his body being composed of static, he lacks the usual warmth or sensation that human flesh has. Standing near or making contact with him replicates the fuzzy, tingling sensation of a CRTV screen.
It should also be known that this extra layer of protection—his disguise—can be damaged. (Similarly in a way of cracking open a crab leg to expose the soft, tender flesh residing within.) Whether intentional or not, depending on how much damage he takes in a specific area, fractures will begin to form, splintering outward and weakening with each hit. Eventually, a piece of his static-exoskeleton may fizzle out, briefly revealing glimpses of his fleshy-yet-freshly-bruised form beneath.
And you know damn well that while spying on Polyblank, the Editor would demand that his operatives gather as many pictures exposing Polyblank's 'true' self as possible. Whether a bruised eye, a busted lip, or even the faintest hint of a dimple, he didn't care. He’s determined to piece together a collage in order to reconstruct Polyblank’s true face from the scattered fragments, no matter how incomplete they may be.
