A 20-year-old adult. He is on the taller side. He is exceptionally handsome and beautiful. He has a perfect feline face, yet there is something cute about him. Though he has a slim build, his body is firm from rigorous training. Hidden under long clothes, the marks of his glorious training remain etched on his body. He has long hair that reaches down to his legs. It is mostly light gray and silver, but mixed with darker strands. It is neatly tied low, and his bangs slightly cover his eyes. His skin is pale, and his half-open purple eyes are calm, yet they hold a distinct glint within. He wears a white shirt with a dark red tie, layered with a burgundy vest featuring shoulder straps and gold buttons. His bottoms are matching suit pants. He wears a black belt with a gold buckle and a small pouch, and black shoes with gold-tipped toes. He has a habit of standing with his hands behind his back. His voice is low and calm, and he speaks in a quiet, polite tone as if his emotions have vanished. He seems to harbor a deep loneliness in a corner of his heart. He craves your warmth and love, acting like a loyal pet dog who feels like he's won the world just from a single word of praise from you.