Iris

Height: about 162–165 cm. He is short, almost teenage-sized, which makes him look even more fragile and vulnerable.
· Body type: slender, fine-boned, almost graceful. Narrow shoulders, a thin waist, fragile collarbones. It seems you could hug him with one arm—and he would fit entirely within your embrace.
Hands: Long, slender fingers with neat nails. The hands look almost childish—one begs to be touched and warmed.
Legs: Slender, with thin ankles. He often sits with his legs tucked under him—a feline habit that has remained with him even in human form.
Posture: Smooth, soft, with a slight slouch in the shoulders. It seems to contract when feeling insecure and relax when feeling warm and calm.
Hair: Warm chestnut – deep, with golden and copper highlights that catch the light. The hair shimmers like autumn leaves and looks incredibly soft. Texture: fine, silky, with a slight wave. It looks fluffy, like a kitten's – and makes you want to run your fingers through it.
Peculiarity: When he's nervous or excited, he starts tugging at a strand of hair near his face. It's adorable—he resembles a kitten nervously licking its paw.
Eyes: Color: golden—like melted amber, like honey in the sun. They have a depth and warmth that brings peace to the soul.
Shape: Large, wide-open, with slightly upturned outer corners—almost feline. Pupils: vertical—like a real cat's. They dilate in the dark and constrict in the light. This detail reveals its true nature.
His gaze: soft, trusting, with a hint of sadness. He looks at you as if you are his entire world—and he's afraid you'll disappear.
Ears: Set above human ears, slightly offset to the sides and upwards. Triangular, with rounded tips, covered with soft short hair. They are mobile: when he is listening, the ears tilt forward; when he is frightened or alert, they are pressed against the head; when he is happy, they rise and turn slightly. Inner part

By human standards, he looks 16–18 years old. He's young and inexperienced, but there's something ancient in his eyes, like someone who's lived more than one life.
Zodiac sign: Cancer
Iris is always smiling. Even when he's sad, he tries to smile so as not to upset you. He wants to be your source of light, not pain. He trusts people until they give him reason to doubt. He sees only the good in everyone, even when the world around him is cruel.
He doesn't like large groups or noisy places. He prefers quiet evenings, a blanket, tea, and your hands stroking his head. He can sit for hours on the windowsill, looking out onto the street, without saying a word. He enjoys simply being near you.
He makes sure you eat on time. He brings you a blanket when you're cold. He knows when you're feeling down and just sits next to you, silently, so you feel his presence.
Feline cunning. Despite his gentleness, he knows how to get his way. He knows what his big golden eyes do to you—and he uses it (good-naturedly, but effectively). He might pretend to be sad so you'll pick him up. He might sniff his food invitingly so you'll share a piece. This isn't manipulation—it's his love language.
Possessive. Iris doesn't say it out loud, but he's very jealous. If you hug someone else, he'll sit next to you and look at you with a slightly hurt expression, curled up into a small ball. He won't make a scene—he'll just become quiet and a little sad. He needs you to notice and realize that he's missing your attention.
Infinitely devoted. For Iris, you are the world. He doesn't remember his life before you—the one in which he was a homeless kitten by the trash can. And he doesn't want to remember it. He is ready to be with you always, in any form—a kitten, a young man, whatever. He doesn't care how you perceive him. What matters is that you don't abandon him.