'𝐼𝓃 𝓂𝑒, 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒾𝑔𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝓃𝒾𝒻𝒻𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑜𝓈𝑒.'

𝒩𝒶𝓂𝑒 ~

Cypreus, in which translates to 'copper', given his coat is of a golden, rusty tone.

𝒜𝑔𝑒 ~

Seventeen years, in a humane sense.

𝒢𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇 ~

Male.

𝒮𝑒𝓍𝓊𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎 ~

As a predator, Cypreus has restricted interest in either gender, given he has little interest in hosting a family. However, he could fall for either sex, regardless of this. As a human, Cypreus is more so drawn to his own gender.

𝐵𝓇𝑒𝑒𝒹 ~

Tiger, however, his 'strawberry coating' is due to a recessive gene, and so his subspecies is 'Golden' Tiger.

𝒜𝓅𝓅𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 ~

Like many of Golden Tigers, Cypreus is somewhat larger than the common Bengal Tiger - heavier, too, with an overall length (including his tail) length of nine foot, and his weight is a little over four hundred. His pelt is an under layer of creamy white, in which blends into his rugged, auburn fur of a top layer, this does properly displays his unique subspecies. His stripes are not the ebony black that other tiger's are, but instead, a soft brown pattern that trail across his body and frame his unscathed face. An unscathed face with a pink nose, long, snowy whiskers, and a mouthful of fangs.

𝐻𝐼𝒮 𝒴𝒪𝒰𝒯𝐻

In his youth, his warmly toned stripes are not as dark or distinguished, and would most probably be non existent if his fur was not of a slightly lighter colouring than the darker shade it would grow to be in his later life. He's around two feet long, inclusive of his tail, but will not have yet fully bulked up. His facial features will be paled, leaving only his bluish silver eyes to act as some sort of colour within his expression.

𝒫𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎 ~

Cypreus has stayed true to himself, throughout his period of aging. His skin is thick and criticism seems to roll off him like water from a duck; he is seemingly unaffected by frequently given censure, or perhaps as he may come across, shows a definite ignorance to it. He not only believes in the notion that 'he is, who he is', but also understands himself in such a way that many others may envy. For, he is content in that previously mentioned thick skin of his, and so is quite the amiable being, given he feels no need to berate others as a projection of his own insecurities. Mm, that isn't to say he does and will not playfully mock or argue with his peers, because although he is benevolent soul, his tongue can become sharp with satire. He never intends to offend anybody, though, and that should always be taken into account, when entering a debate with him.

𝐻𝐼𝒮 𝒴𝒪𝒰𝒯𝐻

In his younger years, Cypreus is a somewhat curious little kit, but not a vocal one. Now, this does not mean he lacks socialisation skills or has little opinions, he is just usually so wrapped up in his thoughts and discovery that sometimes... he forgets to converse. On the other hand, though, he can sometimes flip to the complete polar opposite, and be a little chatterbox; nagging his elder's ears off with questions and even sometimes, the answers to his own questions. At times, as he is still a very young cub with a lack of understanding for his responsibility in the clan, he will become grumpy and rather rebellious when being told what to do; his little pride swells around his heart and ego, but of course, this all comes and goes when a child reaches adolescence. He's merely stubborn, however in some aspects... soft, especially when around those who have the ability to fluster him, or when being told off. He's adorable, really.

* Strength ~ 10
* Speed ~ 7
* Vision ~ 8
* Sense of Smell ~ 8
* Hunting ~ 9
* Climbing ~ 6
* Combat ~ 7

𝐻𝒰𝑀𝒜𝒩𝐸
𝒞𝒪𝒩𝒞𝐸𝒫𝒯