Inverse Room is just a man: a song-writing man. He cannot fly, or communicate with the animals. He is not fluent in many languages, and is slightly afraid of the ladies. But when it's song-writing time, Inverse Room knows what to do.
Inverse Room is influenced by wind. He notices cars going by, and incorporates them into his songs. He is profoundly affected by rain, and mail. He doesn't like dogs a whole lot, but birds he digs. Trees move him deeply. He is indebted to clouds, pie, and chairs.
Inverse Room sounds like a little old lady swearing in Portugese. He sounds like subway tokens in the pocket of a marathon runner, back when there used to be subway tokens, and marathon runners used to take the subway. He sounds like frying bacon, and sand blowing against the side of a quonset hut. He sounds like a baby crying, especially if the baby is a timberwolf baby.