Aurum loves corn cakes. Don’t touch ‘em, they're his. All of them.
He really has an affinity for swimming despite the fact that water ruins his fluffy mane and it takes hours to dry out.
His most valuable possession is an ancient stone totem of a roc with a long tail and magical properties. Don't ask him where he got it from.
Aurum owns a pet Roc. ( A mythical, gigantic eagle that could eat a dragon.)
His sheer love for exploring ruins and new places in general made Aurum turn to a semi-nomadic lifestyle after he hit his twenties.
The hybrid thinks of foals as annoying and noisy more often than not, specially because they're not easily swayed by his gimmicks.
Although he has a hand-like appendage at the end of his tail, Aurum is far too heavy to hang from those bony hooks, and his tail is mostly stiff, packing many tendons, muscles, and a lot of power for fighting.
Despite the fact that he has such power, being a large predator like he is makes hunting stealthily a difficult task, so he uses his dark coat to catch prey at night.
The mohawk going down his sturdy tail is made of interlocked strands of stiff fur, being semitransparent and water resistant in quality, making some sort of sail that helps him quickly swim through murky waters from his homeland, the Everfree forest.
Aurum is just a big kitty. Feed him fish and you'll hear him purring like a lawnmower.
Don't accept his invites for a quick nap. He will proceed to sit on you for the next sixteen hours, it's all a complex ploy to crush you under his fluffy, hulking frame.