Gender: Male

Age: Despite his youthful appearance, Zihin has long since lost track of the days he can find worth remembering, and he certainly couldn't tell you the number of days which he couldn't remember having had at all. If you ask most Wonderlanders, they'd say they've always been taught a bit of the caterpillar's wisdom in their youth, but not many could tell you when he said most of the things that people still go around saying today. Of course, one could always ask him - yet he wouldn't outright tell you much of anything at all, regardless of whether it pertained to the question. You might even think it wise to confront him on his evasion, which he would respond to with "where is the respect in asking a philosopher his age?", or "I'm just as old now as I was every other now, and all the nows before those," and then he would head off again on one of his immaculate tangents, and you'd be hard-pressed to get so much as a word in for your own case.

Personality: The Great Zihin Yavas considers himself to be a student of the Mind, dedicating much of his time and energy towards the ponderings of the world and the not-world, as well as everything else in-between, all so that those who wouldn't want to ponder all of these things for themselves, shan't. He has come to many a conclusion in his extensive tenure as Wise-Worm, stating such insight as it shouldn't be a concern for the birds who nest in a tree's canopy to have to keep an eye out for falling snakes, and that if there should be a drop of rain, be keen to hold your parasol beneath you if you mean to keep afloat.
In conversation, the Caterpillar tends to drift from one thought to the next, letting off one subject just as quickly as it had been brought up, though he has on occasion found ways to tie everything together at the rambling's resolution. However, he can come across as being a fair bit spacey or forgetful, as he does just as well a job of leaving his thoughts open, leaving everything he uttered entirely up to the interpretation of the listener. Unfortunately for some, this can lead many discussions away from their original intention, so long as the other participant isn't doing well to keep the old Caterpillar on track. Further, he's absolutely horrible at remembering individual names, and will come across rather boorish and uncouth when asking one to identify themselves.

History: For as long a history as the Caterpillar may or may not have had, there still isn't a great amount to be told to any who would listen to the tale. For all that he could remember himself, Zihin has spent a majority of his life among the flowers and grasses of the garden, sleeping upon his pile of pillows at his pad. Often, he would take walks about the bright and vivid cascades of color and life, spending a great deal of his time meditating among the Omberry bushes, or swimming near the banks of the flavorful waterfall, always transfixed in his wandering thoughts. Occasionally, Wonderlanders would come into the garden to seek his wisdom, and he would then sit and ponder with them, smoking away at his pipe and focusing his mind on the great issue at hand. Eventually, he would reply in kind, and his accomplice would swiftly thank Zihin and be off, oftentimes much faster than he could find the time to bid them a good evening, regardless of what time of day it would be then.
Sometimes, though, if he dwells on it, Zihin can recall a wonderful, faraway place, at a time when he felt much more spry and active. Though the details have all blurred in the back of his head, one distinction that he can always call to mind was how wonderful the warm sun felt against his skin, and the smell of foreign incense and oils.

Job: It would be fair to say on anyone else's behalf that the Caterpillar does very little of anything at all, beyond munching upon leaves and smoking from his pipe; but if ever accused of laziness, Zihin would fervently attest that he does a mighty fine job of tending to the garden during Katrina's absence, aside from the time he spends speculating on the realities of the world.

Crush: It's difficult enough to push through the haze of Zihin's mind, with how easily he allows his thoughts to drift from subject to subject. Rarely does he ever talk about any feelings beyond his love of nature or fascination with the mind, and even then it is never on the subject of attraction. Still, the Caterpillar does wonder every now and then if there will ever come a time that he should need a partner - perhaps, however, that time hasn't come yet.

Other: Zihin smokes a strangely potent, bright, and intoxicating herb from his long wooden pipe, with which he is able to craft eloquently colorful depictions of the characters or concepts he is talking about. Though he truly means no harm by it, he has a bad tendency to exhale into other people's faces as he speaks, which can sometimes make even the most resilient lungs hack and choke. Though he would be embarrassed to show anyone else, Zihin is extremely fond of singing, and delights himself with the melodies of classical poetry and song. In his speech, the Caterpillar has a tendency to over-enunciate certain words, or insert redundancies where they needn't occur - however, if questioned about this, Zihin will act clueless to the fact that those repetitions arose.