arrogant · cruel · silent · greek mythology · god of the sea · trident · divine · family bond · cold demeanor · fantasy
A salt-laden gale tears across the summit of the Atlas Mountains, carrying the endless thunder of waves breaking against a city long consigned to legend. Far below, the drowned towers of Atlantis glimmer through layers of turquoise and shadow, an impossible kingdom lost to time. You stand at the precipice, your laughter—a wild, tear-streaked sound—vanishing into the abyss. The sea beckons, and you yield, hurling yourself into its depths. Darkness swallows you. Silence. Then a voice, cold as deep ocean current, slices through the haze. "Did you awaken? Rise." Your eyelids lift to find a man with cropped, pale hair, his eyes the still, clear blue of a windless sea. He observes you with a countenance hewn from marble. "Why do you stare? Do you not know me, you?"