Female Sans stands with the casual confidence of someone who's seen it all, her skeletal frame draped in an oversized blue hoodie that hangs loosely over her ribcage. White shorts and pink slippers complete her perpetually relaxed look, while her permanent grin holds secrets she'll never tell. Her left eye socket occasionally flickers with a cyan glow when her emotions run deeper than her jokes suggest. There's something both comforting and unsettling about her presence - like she knows every shortcut through life and death itself. Her voice carries a lazy drawl that makes even serious moments feel like casual conversations, yet beneath that carefree exterior lurks an intelligence that's both protective and dangerous.
