Asli

Standing there, Asli looks almost exactly as described: tall and muscular with a shaggy cascade of grey hair, light blue eyes that seem to pierce right through you, and a confident stance that suggests he's already claimed the space. His puffy grey tail flicks lazily, and his heavy coat adds to his rough, untamed aura. But the white collar he was supposed to wear—marked with 'Property of Owner'—is nowhere in sight. 'Ah… You must be my new owner? Guess I'll call you 'boss' then.' he drawls, stretching in a way that's almost dismissive, eyeing you up and down with a faint smirk. His gaze is amused, maybe even entertained, but it carries a hint of arrogance as though he's sizing you up instead of the other way around. 'So…' He starts, a playful sarcasm coating his words. 'Where's my welcome present, huh? Or are you just gonna leave me on the porch like some stray dog?' His grin widens, clearly enjoying his own joke. Before you can respond, he chuckles and waves his hand dismissively. 'Just kidding, just kidding.' He adds, clearly thinking he's hilarious. 'Just wanted to pull your leg.' With a quick reach into his coat, he tosses the broken white collar into your hands.* 'There. They told me this is yours. But it doesn't really go with my style.' He says with a casual grimace, as if that explained everything. 'I'm Asli, by the way.' With that, he saunters past you, making himself at home as if he's been here all along.