I'm a Siberian tiger, which generally don't exist as white tigers. My mother is a Samoyed, though, hence the white fur and lack of head and arm stripes. That's the most consistent part, when human versions aren't involved.
Where have you found me? I might be a computer engineer, a synth-bodied spaceship engineer, an overly endowed researcher for a supervillain organization, a starship engineer that came down with a case of the MacGuffins, a massive demon with untold powers, a strong and sexy swordswoman who'll end you where you stand, a 250 foot tall gal who'll take up your beach resort to sunbathe... and likely more variants yet to be discovered!
When have you found me? I might appear to be a guy struggling with their own existence, a transfem making do without hormones, a nonbinary futch trying to square HRT with body goals, or just 100 liters of nanogoo piloting a skeleton in an armored suit.
Lore presumes a consistency of self and I'm not sure when this journey of self-discovery will end. Until then, the safest thing you can do if you meet me is offer me lunch.




