Percy had spent his life thus far spoiled and without friends. Despite his immense charms and dashingly good looks, the boy had always had troubles developing and maintaining relationships. A lot of things came rather easy to Percy, but friendship was not his forte. People were either just so boring, or weren't pretty enough to waste his time on. He wanted, always and forever, to be surrounded by beauty. That was why he had picked the two bakeneko girls to be his entourage, but it all felt a little hollow. Yes, he had two beautiful girls hanging off his arms at all times, even at his young age. In truth, Bismae was the only friend he ever truly had.

Percy didn't so much have a dream job or career end-goal in mind for his future. Percy just wanted to be liked. Genuinely liked. Deep down, the cat wasn't as cool as he wanted people to believe. He was lonely, masking his timid nature through smiles and practiced arrogance. Percy's ego was flat and non-existent. He had been told growing up if he pretending to have confidence, if he just held his head up high, that one day Percy would truly have pride in himself. The ego never developed, and being so far from home only made the longing for his old life that much more felt.

While there was a touch of homesickness, Percy didn't want to go back. He had chosen this path for reason. It was time to make friendships before he was too late and became too set in his ways.