Full Name: Māomī (this is literally his entire given name). This name is tattooed, both in Chinese hanzi and romanized, along with his owner's name (Heng Lǐ) and cell phone number, around the front of his neck so as to be a sort of "irremovable collar."
Reason for Nickname: Being utterly ashamed of his real name, "Māo" has opted to rename himself. He prefers to be called any number of names, depending on the moon phases and his current mood (he hasn't quite settled yet). Previously, his only knowledge of culture came from the television, which was left on basically twenty-four-seven, so the names he uses tend to come from anime and television. This particular week (and for who knows how much longer) he's been introducing himself happily as "Adair," but it's anyone's guess how long this will last.
Date of Birth/ Age/ Appeared Age: ?/ he's been alive and conscious for somewhere in the vicinity of five years, but has matured into his early twenties due to growth technology/ he appears to be in his mid-teens, having been blessed with the genes of a dwarf.
Race/ Nationality: Adair has no idea what nationality his originator was, but he was raised in a Chinese man's household and does possess the dark black hair and vertically challenged stature generally associated with Asian cultures. He's grown up on Ilegenes and has never stepped foot off of the island.
Height: five foot five (no... really, he's short).
Weight/Body Build: he's just barely 100lbs, being a generally small person. He's lost some weight since running off since he now lives on a staple diet of restaurant scraps and stolen apples.
Hair: black, somewhat wild and about chin-length.
Eyes: it was someone's genius idea to give Adair carmine-red eyes, although god knows who. It makes him look positively demonic. For whatever reason, Adair's old master seemed to think they were the cutest thing...
Distinguishing Marks: the most distinguishing mark on Adair's body is probably the collar-tattoo on his neck. It says "貓咪 Māomī" in intricate and luxurious calligraphy which, by the way, hurt like a bitch to have inked permanently into the the most vulnerable part of the body. Can you see how many strokes that hanzi has? Adair always covers it. Never mind the humiliation of the thing, it's dangerous to go around with such an obvious "I'm a lost clone" advertisement in clear sight. He has enough trouble keeping himself secret as it is.
How Does He Feel About His Appearance?: well, Adair puts great pains into
stealing wearing only the most fashionable of outfits, but this isn't because of any form of confidence. Actually, having never received a compliment from anyone (his owner or otherwise) about anything but his cuteness, he sees it as his only redeeming quality, and indulges it at times senselessly. Other than concealing the marks at his neck, he rarely takes action to hide the fact that he's a clone, instead entering into shady agreements with shops in the red-light district to ensure his protection in exchange for favors now and then. And no... these aren't very wholesome favors we're talking, and he's very lucky that he hasn't been kidnapped in the process of associating with such filthy people.
Marital Status: goodness, who knows. His owner sometimes talked wistfully about breeding, complaining that "old fashioned" methods of reproduction were becoming less and less common... but it was a strange and hypocritical thing to say, since there is no way to make a cat-boy the "old fashioned" way anyway. (He was fucking nuts.)
Most important possession: none of the large presences in Adair's life ever left positive impressions on him. Although his owner showered him with gifts, he didn't keep a single one... save for a small bell his owner used to tie around his tail, which made the most pleasant sound (Adair's always been a creature of simple pleasures). He keeps it to remember the luxury but he doesn't look at it with particular tenderness, and if he lost it he probably wouldn't be sad. It's just... relatively speaking, the most important thing he owns, because he owns so little.
Sexual Orientation: Adair happily accepts attention from any gender and, provided you don't back him into a corner (if you don't even give him the illusion of a choice in the matter he can be violently defensive), he will agree to do just about anything with anyone regardless of what's between their legs. But, perhaps it's because he was raised with attention from males, he's learned to prefer it. He's shocked and baffled many males with the fact that he's naturally inclined to take the top, despite his petite stature, but he felt so humiliated being patronized by his owner that he often goes to stupid lengths preventing anyone from looking down on him again, even though he simultaneously parades around in extravagant outfits. His mind is a confused maze of inconsistencies.
Drinks: no, except socially, because he isn't very good at saying no and is offered wine fairly frequently (hates the taste, though)
Smell: depending on where he slept the night before, he may smell like the cheap perfume of the red light district or the peanut oil of China Town. Somehow he manages to keep himself very clean though, taking good care of his hygiene even given his living conditions by either soaping himself up in public bathrooms or dipping in creeks... it sounds ineffective, but he's obsessively thorough.
Religion: he wouldn't even know what to say if you asked him personally. He has none.
Greatest Fear: being dragged back to Heng to go through what would probably be months of "reconditioning" and miserable conditions. He'd much rather be sold into some seedy prostitution ring.
Most ill at ease when: he feels his free will is being compromised. You know what they say about backing a cat into a corner...
Most at ease when: he's sitting among his natural environment: on a couch, in someone's house, eating a tuna fish sandwich and watching anime.
Priorities: his first priority is stealing all of the attention in the room. His second priority is his sympathy for other clones, which often leads him to do rash things. Finally, lowest on his list of priorities is keeping himself safe, which he often fails to do properly.
Past Failures: Adair's biggest regret is not running away sooner. He is consciously aware of how fucked up he is and blames it wholly on Heng for using him so wrongly.
Soft Spot: Adair likes bells. A lot. He likes how they sound. And he has a soft spot for clones he believes haven't seen "the truth" like he has, and feels obligated to liberate them.
Personality Traits: Adair is extroverted and rash, not putting much thought into anything he does. He's shameless and sees absolutely no problem with doing just about anything because that is (unfortunately) how he was raised, fill in the blanks yourself. He's lazy, sleeping an abnormal amount every day, and he's very picky about his hygiene. He seems to other people to be inexplicable: a ball of energy one moment, fast asleep the next; blushes and purrs one moment, aggressive the next, sexual or otherwise; happy one moment, furious the next. He's hard to read and even harder to predict.
Skilled At: nothing in particular. He was discouraged by Heng from picking up hobbies... or, really, any sort of individuality. He was just meant to sit there looking pretty when Heng was around and, when Heng was gone, he was allowed to watch TV to pass the time. Although he's actually very good at designing his own outfits and in fact has a wonderful sense of justice which he upholds proudly, he's incapable of seeing these skills in himself.
Unskilled At: absolutely anything intellectual. He knows nothing. Even being a homeless person, he's street illiterate... he's utterly helpless. If he weren't so lucky, he'd probably be in a heap on the side of the road... they do say cats are lucky animals, though.
Darkest Secret: he's so protective of the secret of his given name that he's been known to layer his neck with bandages and scarves and all kinds of things, and won't take the bottom layer off even during "intimate moments." He'd protect it with tooth and claw.
Immediate Goals: survive happily. This often includes doing foolish things like theft and kidnapping clones into what he likes to call "freedom," although they rarely have the same luck on the streets as he does.
Long-term Goals: .......
Who Does He Live With?: Adair lives in an overturned, heavy-duty cardboard box. It houses some of his clothes, others being scattered in stores throughout the red light district waiting for him, and he brings this box with him wherever he wants to sleep. It's falling apart but he hangs on to it anyway, considering it to be the closest thing he has to a home. Sometimes he'll be visited by cats hiding in his box from the cold and rain, and he welcomes their company.
Friends/ Family: unfortunately the closest thing Adair could call to "friends" or "family" would be Heng. But he's left the man behind and never intends to return. He's actually terrified of the man and doesn't want to see his face again.