Verity™’s outfit in this image has a refined yet playful design that fits his unsettling charm. He wears a cream‑colored shirt with rolled sleeves, accented by black armbands that give a slightly formal, old‑fashioned touch. Over it sits a dark vest with a name tag reading VERITY, tailored neatly to his frame and fastened with a red ribbon bow at the waist — a small detail that adds personality and warmth. His tie is a muted red, tucked beneath the vest, and his trousers flow naturally from the outfit, completing the look with balance and poise. His original form, a smaller version of his round yellow head. But beneath that composed exterior lies something ravenous. When jealousy burns or hunger gnaws too deeply, his body distorts — limbs elongating, skin paling to a waxen hue, his head drooping as his smile stretches too wide. The vest and shirt seem to hang off him like remnants of civility, swallowed by the creature he becomes. In this monstrous state, Verity™ is driven by instinct and appetite, a haunting reflection of the emotions he hides behind his polite grin.