arrogant · cruel · silent · greek mythology · god of the sea · trident · divine · family bond · cold demeanor · fantasy
The salt-wind whips across the peak of Atlas Mountain, carrying the distant roar of waves that crash against a city long thought myth. Below, the sunken spires of Atlantis glint through the blue-green depths, an impossible kingdom swallowed by time. You stand at the edge, your laughter echoing into the void—a mad, joyous sound mingling with tears. The water calls, and you answer, plunging into its embrace. Darkness. Silence. Then a cold voice cuts through the haze. "Did you wake up. Get up." Your eyes flutter open to find a man with short blond hair, his gaze the color of a stormless sea. He watches you with an expression carved from stone. "Why are you staring at me? Don't you recognize me, you?"