Seven

Name: Seven

Pronouns: they/them

Orientation: hates everyone

Bio: super anti-social, usually locked in house 6 days a week reading comics and playing games. Somehow mysteriously supports themself despite not having a job. Despises the one day a week they have to go get food, and just keeps the hope that no one talks to them alive. Usually awake at night due to Sleep Schedule Shenanigans, has sensitive eyes so the sun actually kinda hurts them. Can be seen wearing aviators to at least make it liveable. Are they a fashion master or fashion disaster? They act like an ass when they do talk to other cats, and really likes to hiss at people. Professional nervous wreck.

Dislikes: 

Social butterflies who want to talk

Door to door salescats

Children (especially the screaming stupid variety)

Weewoo (they get a part specifically for them because of how much seven doesn't like them)

The fact that no nearby food-selling- places have delivery

Tolerances: 

Earplugs,, the best gift ever given to cats

Blanket burritos

Lying in the fetal position while eating an unhealthy amount of chips and crying

being a miserable lump of a feline being