Syramews

"Mews is a mewwy mews. But when the mews mew, who will mew mews mew?"

Meet... well, you likely know him. Let's be frank, for a moment. Syracuse has been around for years, blah blah blah... and here's another one of his possible selves incarnate!

So, how a cat boy?

You mean besides the fact that the player really, really wanted to be fluffy and purr?

Alright, well... here we go.

The year is 3011. The real, true blue dawn of the space race. Not in getting out there, oh no. Everyone's been there. For a vacation, for asteroid mining, for scientific study. -Everyone- has stepped into a space suit these days. But the greatest invention of all mankind, of warp speed, has been discovered. Nothing is beyond our grasp if it is, or is sitting on a heavenly body. And the world's possibilities are truly endless.

And then there's Syracuse. Yes, he made himself immortal. No, thankfully, it wasn't with turning undead either. It was a simple wish with one of his many magical baubles. And while, truly, he was terrified, vomiting into his first space suit, clinging to door ways, and all before they even took off... he stepped aboard the E.F. Sonya, blasted off... and never looked back.

When the ears, and the tail? Well, as it turns out, there were plenty of alien species. And evolutions seemed to really dig the whole bi pedal highly intelligent thing. So ya, there was infact a planet of cat girls and boys. And genetic modification became something truly so common, that people sometimes forget who they were before it even started!

Why undergo the process? Well, as it turns out, our civilization isn't the only one whom worshiped, or built dead and buried structures, like the Sphinx, or the Mayan Ruins. And those things are -chock full- of traps. On some planets where the atmosphere has become unbreathable, that can spell a real short trip for an archeologist. So, Syracuse hired himself out, to clear such places for them. The modification? The big cute ears that make him purr, and a long fluffy tail? Cats are agile folks and, to be perfectly honest, it -really- has helped him in his line of work, sharpening his senses to near super human levels!

Just one thing... well... people of the species you copy... they usually make fun of ya. Which as far as he is concerned makes no sense but, what're ya gonna do. On his neck is a small, blue 'H' signifying him as originally human. This was created to keep track of those under modification, and to ensure they didn't try to cash in on becoming, entirely, part of another's culture. So, when lounging about a cantina, drinking strange liquors he's never encountered before (Oh dear, does he love a good lycheetini, murf.) he usually keeps it all a secret. The tail of a main coon black cat is strapped to his thigh. His purrs are kept quiet. And his ears are usually concealed beneath a hood.

Still, cat girls and their damn noses.... they sniff him right out. So, please, enjoy Syramews~