Ruel

You could almost swear Ruel could purr. All he needs is a cat-eared headband and a tail behind him. Even if he's already holding that chin over bar hold for seventy seconds now. Only by his 80th second does he let go, landing back on his feet gracefully... like a cat. "See?" he huffs, patting his bicep proudly. "I'm a man!" And then he looks to you for approval — you with your phone that's recording him for a while now.