The littlest cat in a giant cat family got tired of being pet on the head and set out to seek a house where he could have his own bedroom his fortune in the wide, wide world. Bad case of "can't say no when you give me that face" has somehow led to an illustrious career in killing gods but mostly he has no idea what is going on. His parents write him letters that always start with "We're so proud of you, Son #9!"
Bitchy resting face game is too strong. Not actually a grumpy cat at all. Won't let people leave the table until their plates are completely clean. Still sends his mother color renderings of all his new clothes so she can coordinate outfits for him. Got a huge house, can't commit to any furniture. Only ever compliments others in his head and then wonders why no one knows what he thinks about them. Is better at managing his savings account than saving the world. Adopts children who aren't even orphans. Adopts people who aren't even children.
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