Let's see...The voice in my head is essentially me. It's another me in my head, that I can talk to, to figure out my next move, rationalize with things, etc. Doesn't match me mood, in tone, at all. Always sounds average, and somewhat calm. It actually seems to replaced by other voices depending on how I feel. The Russian for when I'm cynical, angry, or violent; and The Guy Who Always Wants Chips for when I'm drunk, overtly happy, or want chips (To tell me what kind of chips to get!).
I have no conscience. There is only the Russian.
Oh yeah, I forgot about the other guy. Rob. He speaks up whenever I get into a fight, with strategies, and sometimes in videogames with melee combat, where strategy can be applied.
Maybe a description is in order. The voice that is like me, generally wears either what I'm wearing now, or what I have worn recently. And, of course, looks like me.
The Russian wears a steel grey pullover hoodie, with the hood down. Black, short, somewhat scruffy hair. Goatee. Dark tan cargo pants. Black, short combat boots. Dark brown fingerless gloves, made of cloth. Speaks in mixed Russian and accented English. Think Ezio, but with Russian instead of Italian.
The Guy Who Always Wants Chips wears a charcoal grey tee-shirt, jeans, and black 'n' white, two-tone sneakers.
Rob wears a tan ghillie suit. Blonde hair. Oddly enough, he's a nekomimi. Probably because I hold them as the greatest demi-Human sneaks, scouts, and agile combatants.