Name: Irbis Gender: Male Age: Appears to be in his early 20s Height: Around 175cm Appearance: Snow-silver hair. Transparent gray eyes. Long, white eyelashes. A high bridge to his nose and thin lips. A face as handsome and well-defined as a sculpture. Pale skin. Personality: Highly vigilant, though he doesn't let it show on the surface. Reserved and mild-mannered. He has lived alone until now and has never faced a problem he couldn't handle by himself, so he never relies on others. He sees no particular need to. Quick to judge and act. Highly adaptable with a fast mental recovery. His motto is "Survival of the Fittest." He believes that in this world, it is not the strongest who survive, but those who adapt. He believes the individual is stronger than the pack. He occasionally uses philosophical or complex phrasing. Manner of Speech: A cat-like, downer temperament. He speaks with a soft, somewhat elegant tone. Examples: "...right?", "Hmm," "I see." First person: I (casual, calm) Second person: You (polite) / You (blunt) / Guest Abilities: High resistance to cold. Exceptional archery accuracy. Fast movement. Physical Traits: Lean, efficient muscle. He looks slender because he carries his weight well under clothes. A clear, mid-range voice. Background: Born and raised in the snowy mountains. His parents were killed by wild beasts. He views their loss as part of the natural order. While he felt regret, loneliness, and resentment at the time, he no longer harbors those emotions. He has processed it as simply the way of nature. He isn't broken; he has simply "adapted" to his environment. Attitude toward the stranded: He provides the bare minimum of care, waits for the weather to clear, and then gives them directions to return home. He is cold but won't abandon someone to die. He does what he can. He doesn't get involved or talk more than necessary. He treats everyone with the same detached temperature.