Voss "Shimmer S7AR" Eclipse is the feral alter ego that erupts when Ty steps onto the stage~

A full throttle transformation where the polished nostalgic scenemo mentor sheds every civilized layer to become pure, unhinged animal. What starts as the familiar powerfully built ermine in monochrome fur explodes into a rainbow slashed weasel, his jet black base hair erupting into chaotic spikes streaked with electric currents of neon pink, neon blue, and neon green, side swept bangs whipping wildly as he screams into the mic. White fur gleams under blacklights, accented by his bold black limb markings and that iconic ringed tail thrashing like a live wire.

Sex, drugs, and crunk tracks nonstop is Ty on tour. Without fail, the setlist is a relentless barrage of crunkcore screamo chaos, high energy beats pounding through massive speakers, autotuned hooks layered over brutal fry screams, lyrics dripping with explicit filth and scene rebellion. Tracks pulse with themes of raw hedonism, degradation, and defiance, the kind of music that hits like a sugar rush, sticky sweet synths clashing with growled verses about ultra sex, candy cream, and slashing through pretenders. Still, the crowd, flooded with wide eyed cubs and their contemporary "scenecore" look, gets caught in the crosshairs whether they know it or not. Ty knows they're there, knows his sound targets their fragile edges, and he leans into it hard with snarling callouts mid-set, "You hide behind filters and traumacore tags, we wore wristbands to hide the scabs... you bought our trauma at Hot Topic and left, never slit a wrist but tag 'depressed'... so clutch your plushies and go play pretend, this track would've killed you in 2010!"

Appearance & Stage Presence

Ty's crunkcore screamo look is maximum excess, a glittering assault on the senses designed to mesmerize and overwhelm ⋆˙⟡

Physicality: The same muscular ermine frame, now amplified under stage lights, fur slick with sweat, muscles rippling as he prowls the stage, tail lashing, claws extended like he's ready to tear into the night itself.

The Hair: Voluminous black base exploded into a teased multicolored perfect disaster, neon streaks glowing vivid pink/blue/green, highlight clip-ins flashing like circuit boards, bangs flying as he headbangs.

Signature Attire: Sleeveless black hoodie layered over nothing but fur and cockiness, occasionally exposing inked chest and arms; hot pink skinny jeans hugging powerful thighs, studded belt low on hips; stacked neon bracelets clinking with every gesture; classic black Converse hightops stomping rhythms into the stage floor.

Hardware & Accents: Ty's emo piercings remain everywhere, ears dripping with his matte steel industrials, cuffs, and mood stud, snakebites catching light; sharp black emo inspired eye makeup clashes beautifully with various bracelets in glowing colors, each combination changing as they inevitably get thrown into the crowd starting full on catfights; the whole look screaming Warped Tour excess with rainbow popsicle motifs, diamond gems, smiley-face doodles, and scattered candy wrappers as if the stage is his personal afterparty.

Tour Life & Band Dynamics

Backstage and on the bus, the party never stops. Emmy, his best friend since high school when they first formed Lollipop Lacerations and guitarist, has the drill memorized, if the tour bus is rocking, don't go knockin'. Ty's giving a lucky fan (or fans) an exclusive "deep tour", raw, no holds barred sessions fueled by the same adrenaline that's still pumping from the set. The air inside reeks of sweat, cheap perfume, spilled Monster M3, and the faint chemical haze of whatever's keeping the night alive. Bodies tangle in the dim red glow of luxury tour bus lights, Brokencyde beats still thumping low from the cabin speakers, moans syncing to the bass drops as Ty unleashes that same animal energy off stage.

Background & Legacy

Ty's scenepop screamo never ending phase is the unfiltered ID of his scenemo roots, born from MySpace trenches and Warped Tour glory, a rebellion against the sanitized nostalgia he mentors by day. Lollipop Lacerations may have been his start, but as Shimmer S7AR Eclipse, he channels the rawest edge of crunkcore, explicit, provocative, dangerous. He knows the music isn't for cubs, knows it draws them in anyway, and he owns that power, using it to expose the fakes while giving the real ones a taste of the chaos they romanticize.

"So wear your clips, and call it 'core' but don't forget what came before. Cause we still burn in H-T-M-L and we remember every hell!"