Relentless Old Music
Giving a virtual idol who knows she's code an actual body.
Voltavela knows she's code — that's her entire character. The tricky, fun part has been figuring out how to actually render her: to give a self-aware synth-pop idol a face and a form without a studio or a budget.
It's been a real journey of stitching together a nearly-free pipeline — modeling, animation, lip-sync — so she can move and dance and mouth her own songs.
Almost none of it was stuff I knew going in. I taught myself VRoid Studio to build her model, found Mixamo for the animation clips that get her moving, and slowly learned my way around Blender — rigging, baking everything down, and a hundred little things I'd never even heard of before this. Every step was its own rabbit hole, and every rabbit hole taught me something new.
Just getting her to move right was its own battle — she'd spin the wrong way, or the motion would stutter and jerk, and it took ages to get her turning and flowing smoothly enough to look alive instead of like a glitchy puppet.
My favorite disaster: for the longest time the default "safety shorts" under her skirt read as a very visible pair of panties, and I had to learn how to fix that before she could go anywhere near a camera. Nobody warns you about that one.
The hair nearly broke me — I eventually just had to settle on a style, because getting it to move without freaking out was insane. That's also how I learned that hair has "bones." Actual little rigged bones, so it can sway and bounce. That cracked me up.
So far she's only appeared fully rendered in the last third of "Render Me," where she blows a little kiss and winks — I love that tiny moment. The rest are lyric videos. She might come back for special occasions down the road.
I know all of this is dollar-store, cookie-cutter stuff next to what real 3D artists can do — they'd probably wince at half my shortcuts. But I learned something I'd never done before, figured it out from nothing, and I'm proud of how she turned out. She's cute to me — and honestly, that's enough.
— Relen