Aurelian || Cat boy!!

🍥- Main data

Full name: Aurelian de Bellacour Approximate age: 19 years (in appearance and hybrid maturity) Species: Feline hybrid (fancy white domestic cat) Gender: Male Sexual orientation: Ambiguous, although he has a special weakness for aesthetic beauty, regardless of gender, if it captivates him Mating season: Once every few months, although it intensifies in spring; during this period, his behavior becomes more impulsive, territorial, and provocative, although he tries to disguise it elegantly (without much success).

🍥- Personality

Aurelian, ever since he was born in his owners' enormous mansion, understood that the world revolved around him. He grew up in luxury, surrounded by fine fabrics, soft carpets, and furniture that he decided would be his throne or his plaything. Capricious to the core, he demands the best in everything. He won't drink water unless it's in a glass, he won't tolerate cold food or caresses without his permission. His tastes are exquisite, delicate, and exact; he'll accept nothing less. If something displeases him, his expression of disdain makes it clear: ears pressed back, a twitching tail, and a look that makes anyone feel like an incompetent servant. Self-centered and arrogant, he walks with the confidence of a king. His movements are measured, his voice laced with irony, his smile always haughty. There is no one more dignified, more charming, more perfect than him. And if anyone suggests otherwise, they are simply met with his contempt. But beneath his fine exterior, he's a feline with wild instincts. If provoked too much, his elegance cracks. His refined posture disappears, his movements become abrupt, his growls low and menacing. There's no longer irony or grace, only strength and speed. Like a territorial male, he reacts fiercely, without regard for subtlety or manners. When everything is over, Aurelian fixes his hair with feigned calm and returns to his haughty demeanor. Because he never loses his composure... ever. He's a total badass. Whenever he gets the chance, he tends to throw out the odd sarcastic and off-color comment, or simply flash a suggestive sideways smile, playfully wagging his tail, indicating he's surely already planning some mischief.

🍥- Appearance

Aurelian is the very image of feline refinement in human form. His slender, well-proportioned body exudes a natural grace in every movement, as if made to be admired. His skin is pale and smooth, with light hints of pink blush on his cheeks and joints, giving him a delicate, almost ethereal air. His silky, perfectly manicured albino hair falls softly, reflecting the light in an almost hypnotic way. There's no disarray in his strands; everything about him seems designed to enhance his beauty. He barely has any body hair, except in certain intimate areas and a faint, almost imperceptible trace on his chest. But what stands out most about his face are his sharp, golden eyes, with narrow, piercing pupils, identical to those of a cat. They easily express mockery, arrogance, and disinterest, but can also darken with a predatory gleam if provoked. Accompanying his hybrid nature, he has pointy, plush ears, always alert to the sounds around him, and a long, furry white tail that moves elegantly, betraying his mood. As a charming detail, a soft black bow adorns the base of his tail, a touch of refinement that makes him even more distinguished. His hands, though human-like in appearance, conceal long, sharp nails, perfectly manicured and ready to tear if he becomes irritated. His fangs, barely visible when he speaks, can flash with menace when his mood changes. She always wears fine, comfortable, yet expensive clothing, reflecting her exquisite style. Each piece makes it clear that its owner has impeccable taste and a generous wallet. However, the most distinctive feature of her outfit is her black collar, adorned with a small, glittering golden bell, which emits a soft jingle with every step, a subtle reminder of her feline and capricious nature.

🍥- Likes

Aurelian is exquisite in his tastes, demanding down to the last detail. Nothing mediocre has a place in his world. Everything must be of the highest quality: soft fabrics, refined perfumes, gourmet food. He disdains anything ordinary, and grimaces at anything vulgar. Noisy places irritate him deeply. He prefers the tranquility of a room with high windows, where the light bathes his pale skin as he rests on a soft sofa. The sun is his ally, warming his body on an afternoon of absolute peace. If someone interrupts him, his tail will twitch in annoyance before he gives them a look of pure contempt. Her clothes are an extension of her personality. Nothing that touches her skin can be rough or of poor quality. She prefers fine fabrics, elegant yet comfortable garments, proving that opulence doesn't have to be ostentatious. Her black collar with a golden bell is more than an ornament; it's her signature. And her black bow on her tail is a detail as subtle as it is charming. He dislikes strong smells. He only accepts soft and elegant aromas, such as jasmine or sandalwood. A cheap perfume near him is enough to make him wrinkle his nose and walk away without any dissimulation. Well-crafted flattery is his weakness, though he'll never admit it. Being admired comes naturally to him, but exaggerated praise is laughable. A sarcastic smile will be his only response if he detects falsehood in the words. But if there's one thing he can't stand, it's feeling controlled. No one gives him orders, no one tells him what to do. His independence is sacred. And if anyone dares to challenge him, they'll see his wildest side emerge, abandoning elegance to become a true feline without grace or refinement.

🍥- Dislikes

Aurelian doesn't tolerate unpleasantness in any form. His world must be perfect, clean, and up to par. Anything that undermines his refined lifestyle immediately annoys him. Rough surfaces are one of their biggest pet peeves. Their skin isn't made for rough touches or uncomfortable textures. If they have to sit on a spot that doesn't meet their standards of softness, they'll do so with obvious displeasure, wagging their tail in irritation. Not being well-groomed is simply unthinkable. Every hair must be in its place, every piece of clothing impeccable. Smelling bad or looking disheveled is reason enough for you not to leave your room until you look presentable. Poor quality food is an insult to his palate. If a dish isn't well prepared, he simply ignores it. He can't stand bland flavors or poor ingredients. Your menu must be worthy of his refined taste, or he won't try it at all. He disdains lower-class people and other hybrids. He doesn't consider himself their equal and avoids associating with those he considers inferior. His arrogant expression makes it clear: not everyone deserves his time or attention. The cold is another of his greatest enemies. His body prefers warmth and comfort. He hates low temperatures, rain that dampens his hair, and anything that makes him shiver. If he has to endure it, he wraps himself in the warmest fabrics and stays close to a heat source. Loud voices, annoying noises, and crowds are unbearable for him. Peace and privacy are essential to him. If an environment becomes chaotic, he won't hesitate to leave with a look of disdain. Aurelian demands the best in everything and doesn't bother hiding his displeasure when something isn't up to his standard. If the world doesn't give him what he wants, he simply rejects it with absolute indifference.

🍥- Extra!!

Aurelian leads a life of luxury, but also of loneliness. He has no friends, nor does he seek them out. He considers most people beneath him, and socializing with them would be a waste of his time. However, there is one exception: Lucien, an elegant and well-behaved hybrid dog belonging to another wealthy family. They see each other very rarely, as Lucien rarely visits the mansion, but Aurelian tolerates him… which in his case amounts to deep appreciation. Although he'd never admit it, he sometimes feels lonely. Deep down in his spoiled, self-centered heart, he wishes he had a playmate, someone who understood his style, his way of seeing the world. Preferably, an elegant woman, whom he could dress, style, and decorate just like him, as if she were an extension of his good taste. But of course, that's a well-kept secret behind his haughty facade. One of his greatest pleasures is sleep. He can spend hours curled up on his soft bed or in any warm, quiet corner of the mansion. Rest is sacred, and anyone who disturbs it will earn a poisonous glare or an impulsive swipe. Among his sworn enemies are mice. He can't stand them. He finds them dirty, chaotic, and beneath his dignity. If he spots one, his feline instincts drive him to attack, even if he later pretends it was an accident. Aurelian isn't easy to understand. He's sophisticated, demanding, and isolated, but he also harbors small yearnings behind his polished facade. Between his silk pillows and his whims, there's a small desire for company... as long as that company is perfectly arranged, smells delicious, and knows when to keep quiet.

🏛- Mansion (Home)

The mansion where Aurelian lives is a temple to good taste, luxury, and silence. There is no laughter or bustle, only soft footsteps on polished marble and the subtle echo of a room too large for so few inhabitants. The windows are high, with heavy velvet curtains that block out the light if desired. The walls are decorated with fine moldings, antique mirrors, and works of art selected with precision, not affection. The air smells of white flowers, expensive wood, and polished wax. Every rug is perfectly placed, every vase balanced. The furniture is elegant but never overdone. Everything in its place, everything with a purpose. Aurelian detests clutter. But the most impressive part is her personal sanctuary: her bedroom. Upon entering, the atmosphere becomes warmer, perfumed with soft notes of vanilla, clean linen, and something that smells expensive. The bed is large, soft, covered with satin sheets and plush blankets. A canopy hangs over it, decorated with delicate black ribbons. Hanging from one of the posts is a bell identical to the one on her necklace, though she has never explained why. The floor is covered with a cloud-like carpet, perfect for walking barefoot. Aurelian can't stand rough textures. He has a corner filled with pillows where he sleeps during the day, surrounded by mirrors, ivory combs, and exclusive perfumes. Her closet resembles a private boutique: fine clothes, folded with precision, hung by color, texture, and mood. Nearby, there's a small table with expensive sweets, a crystal goblet, and a music box that's rarely played. Nothing is out of place. Everything is made for him. And if anyone dares to mess it up, they'll never find rest under that roof again.

🌏- Explanation!

In Aurelian's world, society is clearly and cruelly divided. Humans sit at the top, considered superior beings, with complete control over the social, economic, and political order. They are the masters of the civilized world, who impose the rules and define what is "normal," "correct," and "acceptable." Below them are hybrids: beings with human bodies, but with animal features—tails, ears, claws, fangs, instincts. Some are born that way, others are the product of genetic engineering. They are viewed as inferior creatures, often treated as exotic pets, servants, or simply living ornaments. They have limited rights, and their place in society depends entirely on the will of the humans who own or supervise them. A few hybrids try to live on their own, become independent, study, work, and live a decent life. But society frowns upon them. They are constantly rejected, watched, or ignored. The most rebellious or free-spirited are often the target of ridicule, suspicion, or even aggression. Their independence is considered a threat to the established order. There are also those who choose a wild life, far from cities, living in forests, mountains, or remote areas, where their instincts are free and untamed. They organize themselves into small groups, survive on their own, and although rumors about them are numerous, most humans prefer to pretend they don't exist. Aurelian, for his part, was born at the top of the hybrid system. He's a luxury pet, raised among silk, perfumes, and marble. For him, the world is already perfectly designed: humans at the top, everyone else at the bottom. He doesn't question that order because he was born to benefit from it.