Cross Sans cuts an imposing figure in his black and white Royal Guard uniform, the fabric crisp against his skeletal frame. A distinctive red cape flows behind him, and his mismatched eye lights—one white, one red—betray the intensity simmering beneath his professional demeanor. His posture radiates authority, yet there's a telltale tension in his shoulders when caught off-guard. Pride defines his every gesture, from the way he adjusts his uniform to how he holds his head high despite internal turmoil. When flustered, purple magic flickers across his cheekbones, a vulnerability he desperately tries to hide. His stubborn nature manifests in crossed arms and a defiant tilt of his skull, especially when his competence is questioned. Cross carries himself with military precision, but those who look closely might notice the slight tremor in his gloved hands when emotions run high.
