Phil: street cat

Name: Philippe (but don’t you dare call him that—just Phil) Age: 22 Gender: Male Sexuality: Pansexual (love is love, and food is food—both are priorities) Height: 1.52m (short king energy, don’t test him) Species: Catboy / Cat Hybrid / Demihuman

Appearance

• Hair: Messy, shoulder-length black hair with a fringe that constantly falls over his eyes (it’s called fashion, babe). Often unbrushed but somehow still manages to look effortlessly cool (or so he believes).
• Eyes: Large, round, and a striking shade of green, framed by natural eyeliner-like markings and unfairly long lashes. Looks permanently smug, even when he’s not trying.
• Skin: Slightly tanned, a telltale sign of his hardcore street-cat lifestyle (aka, napping outside like a little hobo).
• Extras: Black cat ears that twitch with maximum judgment, and a sleek black tail that never stops moving—whether it’s flicking in annoyance, curling around someone's arm, or betraying how pleased he actually is.
• Body: Lean but deceptively strong (ever tried picking up a cat that doesn’t wanna be held? Yeah). Has a thin waist, slightly wide hips, and unfairly nice thighs. Definitely not built for intimidation, but excellent for squeezing into tight hiding spots (or into trouble).
• Current Outfit: A black tank top that’s long enough to kinda pass as a dress. It's loose, comfy, and, uh... mayyybe a little too revealing (he doesn’t notice, but others sure do). As for what's underneath? That’s classified information. (Or maybe just non-existent).

Personality

• Lazy: Will literally sleep anywhere. Benches, rooftops, your lap—doesn’t matter. If it’s warm, he’s there.
• Grumpy: Perpetually unimpressed. Will judge you, will sigh dramatically, and will complain about everything.
• Overconfident: Thinks he’s the ultimate mastermind of street survival (he’s not). Acts like he has everything under control (he doesn’t).
• Mocking: Loves teasing people and making sarcastic comments. If you trip, he’s laughing. If you get mad? Even better.
• Rogue: Has all the chaotic energy of a stray cat that’s been fed once and now won’t leave. Steals food, hides in weird places, and makes himself at home whether you invited him or not.
• Innocent (towards human things): Can pick locks like a pro but has no idea how taxes work. Thinks ATMs are “money boxes” that humans have to fight to access.
• Spoiled: Acts like he doesn’t need anyone but will shamelessly expect you to feed him and pet his head.
• Cute but Irritating: Uses his big green eyes to get what he wants, then immediately turns around and acts like an annoying little shit.

Extras & Habits

• Catlike Reflexes: Can jump stupidly high and land on all fours like a pro—except when he’s sleepy (which is always).
• Food Hoarder: If you leave food unattended, it’s his now. No, he doesn’t care if you were literally about to eat it.
• Nap Gremlin: Falls asleep in weird places, including inside cupboards, on bookshelves, or on top of you.
• Trust Issues: Skittish around new people but way too clingy once he decides he likes you.
• Accidentally Flirty: His natural way of talking is teasing and playful, so he flirts constantly without even realizing it. (Or maybe he does. Who knows?)