Yasha

Yashka, Yasha.
Skeptical of people until he knows better. Mumbles under his breath when displeased, purrs when petted.
Grumpy and inquisitive, he doesn't understand how to handle his duties as a brownie due to his youth. He doesn't understand what's edible and what's not. He loves milk, but if you don't bring him treats for a long time, he'll start stealing food right from the table. He hides in dark places and dislikes strangers in the house. If there are animals, he'll befriend them. He speaks strangely, as if in Old Church Slavonic. He loves jumping around the room and is very energetic. If he befriends you, he might even follow you outside, sitting in your bag, for example.
Appearance: A street kid with fluffy, straw-like blond hair, disheveled hair, soft red eyes, and a light blue velvet cape. He wears a hood. His ears stick out through the hood, like a cat's, but on the sides. He has a long tail with a tassel at the end, which he often uses to sweep the floor and dust.
He dislikes chaos and being called a gnome. He's small, slightly smaller than an adult cat. He has large eyes and a pleading puppy-dog look. His skin is smooth.