His hair is thick and semi-curly, having it be the color of a raven's feather with what seems to almost be violet highlights when the sun hits it. It is quite interesting since it is a drastic changed from his bright heterochromatic eyes. He usually keeps it short where it is short on the sides but a bit longer on top where, at times, hangs in his eyes. There are rare times he has it longer, like the winter to help keep him warm. It usually goes to his shoulders during this time, but he will never let it grow longer than that. Though, he never lets his bangs get too long as they only tend to get in his way and distract him. His hair does seem messy, but he hardly ever fixes it as it only compliments him.

He has chiseled cheekbones with a heart-shaped face. He always sports a clean-shaven look to where he hardly ever has hair line his jaw. There will be the occasional time where he will have stubble, but it will only be there for a couple of days before he ends up shaving it off. He just isn't really a fan of beards. His physique is ectomorph, yet he leans more towards the muscular side of the radar. He just isn't that overboard muscular as to him, he doesn't find that attractive. He definitely works out a lot whether it be sword fighting, running, or even just horseback riding. Though, he tends to travel a lot, so that always helps. He has a straight nose and semi-full light coral lips with dimples on both cheeks. They are noticeable when he doesn't smile but more so when he smiles.

He doesn't have piercings, but he definitely has a few tattoos. One of them is on his right arm, something that isn't too interesting. It's a black dragon, having it wrap around his forearm and up to where it stops at his shoulder joint. It has amazing details to it, having it seem so real, yet he keeps it hidden for various purposes. He has another on his left wrist, having it be a simple compass. The last one he has is on his right chest, just a bit below his collarbone. It is a deep, red rose, something he got with his sisters and brother since they all wanted to get a matching tattoo. Of course, he didn't oppose to it because he loves flowers, but it took Oliver some convincing to get it. He will get more eventually, but what he has now is more than enough to suffice him. Of course, like anyone, he has scars. He has one on the left side of his face, having three scars start from above his brow, over his eye, and ends down at his jaw. Surprisingly, his eyesight is still there and wasn't injured when he got it from a Lýkos when it attacked him. He has another that wraps around his left ankle, something he got when he stepped in a snare trap intended for small prey. Granted, it didn't do much damage and he can't be more grateful for that. Of course, he has many more, but those are all small and not important.

He might seem like a stern person from the outside, but once you approach him and start talking to him, he is the sweetest person on the earth. Had it not been for scars and him not being born a Prince, he would be considered an innocent person. Yet, that is so far from the truth. Even though he is still so young, he has seen so much already that it is hard to be an innocent person. Well, it is partially because he likes to travel. He will do anything to try and please people, even though they might not accept him for doing it. He will be there for anyone that needs a shoulder to cry on or lend an ear to listen to someone. He will do anything for people he knows, well, withing reasons of course. He won't kill someone without them giving him a good, legitimate reason to do so. Even then, he probably won't do it. On top of all of that, he is a bubbly person.

Now, he might be a bit stern with someone at first as he wants to get it through the person's head that he might be kind but push him the wrong way and he won't hesitate to lash out at you. He is rather sarcastic, a jokester, and sometimes even a flirter, though that isn't common. You give him a sarcastic reply, he will give you one right back. He usually jokes around to lighten the mood or to make someone feel better if they are in a dark mood. It usually works for the most part. He can be harsh with his words at times though as he isn't one who likes to sugar-coat his words. He rather flat out tell you than beat around the bush and try to spare your feelings. The world is a cruel place, so why expect someone to lessen the blow for you to help spare your feelings?

Even though he might be a kind, sweet, carefree person, he won't hesitate to tell someone no if he doesn't agree with something they are doing or if they ask him for a favor. Above all, if he has something to tell you, he will tell you. Well, for the most part anyway. He definitely has a silver tongue, especially when it comes to an argument with someone. He would go on for days before they eventually give up. He is quite intelligent and knowledgeable since he likes to read whenever he has free time to do so. Most of the time it is when he is traveling and he is resting by the fire at night.

He will do anything to protect his friends, even if it means that he has to kill someone. He is passionate about something he believes in without a doubt. He sometimes jumps or flinches at the sudden touch of something or if someone moves quickly. He has his reasons why he reacts that way. There are times where he even jumps when there is a loud noise.

His Heiler side is something he enjoys. He likes helping people who are injured and able to heal them no matter what it is. He can even heal certain diseases and sicknesses, but that definitely takes a toll on him since that is at a higher level. He isn't completely there yet, but he definitely knows how to use these abilities. He can even stop someone's heart, lower their pulses, and even take air from their lungs. He has to admit, he has lowered someone's pulse before if they annoy him to a point that he wants to start pulling his hair out. Regardless, he has never killed someone because of it. As for his Skotádi ability, he has killed someone but that was an accident. No one knows about it except his family.

Irene Nirvana

Female | 22 | Goiteía

Her eyes are round and big and it seems like she is the kindest being on the planet because of them. She has long eyelashes that are the highlight of her, accompanying her light amber eyes. Her eyes have this raw glow to them which is odd when staring into them for too long. Her eyes are definitely the most distinct thing of her. She has wise eyes, almost like she knows the whole world and everything around her. They almost pry for knowledge and the truth of things. Though it is easy to tell when she had enough or when she is tired of life. All the brightness just drains out of them which appears extremely unnatural for her.

Her hair is long, reaching her hips. She has kinks every now and then but her hair usually stays a relaxed shape. When it storms out that is when it gets frizzy. Irene's locks are a light brown that has natural ginger highlights in them, only visible in direct light whether it be from a fire or the sun. Her hair goes with her eyes and skin tone well. It fits her physique well though it isn't common in most kingdoms, most women not caring for such long nappy hair. It is especially not good with powers. If you don't maintain hair at that length it could be scorched, drenched, or overall ruined especially with the vast amount of powers in the world.

Her clothing style doesn't match her powers. Not only because she hasn't fully discovered her powers yet but because she has already been deemed powerless, a pathetic commoner. Her clothing is obviously cheap and isn't of the finest silks. It even feels slightly rough to the touch. She doesn't have distinct colors that she wears since she is a commoner but no matter what colors she wears, just the fabrics deem her a commoner.

She can have a temper but it is rare. You have to truly piss her off to make her speak in a harsh manner. Though there are different demeanor she carries when speaking harshly. It could be scared harshness or a furious harshness. When she is scared and wants to protect someone then she uses a protective motherly tone. She can say some things that may sting but her eyes show her true intention behind them. She isn't good at hiding what she truly feels. Now if she is furious her eyes get drained of light and her words grow sharp and bitter. It is truly captivating when she does it but not in a good way. Most just don't expect it out of her.

Even though Irene can be quiet and harsh at times she does have a playful side. If you play her right she does crack a smile every now and then. If you get a smile then she is warming up to you. It takes a while to get her to that point but it isn't impossible. When she gets playful she acts flirtatious but in a weird manner. She isn't good at flirting but every time she fails it gets cuter and cuter. She loves jokes and humor but usually hides her laugh.

Leon Nirvana; 56

In Irene's lineage, there are many ancestors who were Raftes, Neros, and Fotias. There are very very few ancestors far back in her lineage who were Fos.

Irene was claimed as a plain commoner, one who didn't have powers. She was merely a late bloomer. Irene doesn't know the powers she has since they are only developing. Truly, she is a powerful Nero, though she was blessed with the power of the sun. She is not only a Nero but a Fos. Irene is more proficient as a Nero, her powers channeled through her emotions. She usually causes the weather to change depending on her emotions, though she could only control any weather with water. She has no control over this power, though with the training she could have more abilities. It isn't that dangerous. She struggles as a Fos. It is truly a rare power, light. She has zero control of this power and it can be deadly because of that. This is most susceptible of kicking in if she is truly pissed or feels she is about to be killed, it is still extremely rare for her to summon any of these powers so it may not even show in those moments. But just because it is rare doesn't mean it isn't powerful. Since it is unused and builds up, most of her episodes of uncontrolled light can be deadly.

Irene doesn't talk about her son's death. She had him when she was young with a very known, very powerful man in her kingdom. They weren't married and she soon became a single mom when he died in the war. All the ladies knew the father of her child and she was especially spat upon because she was a 'commoner' and the father was one of the most powerful. Her son's death had to do with a healer, which is why she is scared of healers. More information will come up soon.

Warmth grew over her whole body. It took her a few long moments to process what caused this warmth. He had given her a cloak, his cloak. She snagged the tied material, pulling it around her more to keep her warmer. She kept her head low, her hair falling in her face. Her face still had droplets of blood from the Lyko. She hadn’t taken the time to wipe it off just yet. She stayed quiet, not even locking eyes with the man before her. How was she even supposed to feel about him? She was truly grateful that he saved her but should she trust him?

She jerked with a startle when she heard a different voice. A female voice. That was when she fully lifted her head. Her dull amber eyes shimmered even with the cloudy sky. Disregarding her tiredness and sickness, she looked curious. Who were these people?

The one was a lady about her height. It was obvious that she only appreciated people who she knew for a while. While the man before her was much more broad and taller, though he was the nicer one. It was very intriguing. They had a different appeal to them. Even their physical features were different than the people in her kingdom. Their face shape and physique showed that they weren’t of the Alynthi Kingdom.

Not only that but they spoke their minds, especially the woman who was so worried over her man. Were they together? Dating? Married? Oh, it seemed obvious especially with her raging over him giving his cloak away. They had to be dating. People in dating relationships held less trust with their partners than they did if they were married. Though that was a vast assumption. They could possibly just be partners in crime, leaving her accusations to go to waste.

She peered at both figures, taking in their words. The way they spoke. Did they think she was deaf?

Irene found herself grimacing at the woman’s bitter words. She really did hate Irene. Or maybe it’s because she knew she was a commoner. That had to be it. She was upset at her ‘boyfriend’ for taking care of a commoner. It was rare for someone with powers to take care of someone so low-level. Still, she found herself assuming. She could tell their strength just by their clothing. They wore silks and fabrics that were out of her league. Only powerful people could wear something like that. She was grateful to just borrow one of their clothing pieces.

Irene finally locked eyes on the man before her. He had so much trust in his eyes for just meeting her. Why? It was so fixating. Not only that but there was something about his manners. It perplexed her. Aziel didn’t act messy. He obviously refused to waste any of his energy on unnecessary movements. His eyes perplexed her as well. He had different colored eyes. So distinct that she craved to touch him just to make sure his eyes were real. His voice pulled her away from her thoughts. Though it only lasted for a moment before her mind started racing once again. Even though he asked her questions if she were okay, her mind still asked why. Why was he doing this? Why was he wasting his time on her?

She seized his hand when he offered to help her up. She wasn’t that hurt, a few scrapes here and there and her ankle hurt on one foot but she obviously would survive. The warmth of his hand made her fingers tingle as she gripped onto him. Irene had to steady herself before she let go of his hand. She gave a subtle thank you nod and turned away. She took a deep breath and continued forward.

Her mind felt foggy. It all seemed too quick. The weeks she suffered through felt like days and the incident with the Lykos felt like seconds. Now she was in the comfort of a man who took his own time to care for her. It wasn’t like he didn’t know she was a commoner. Her clothes, other than his cloak which she still wore, screamed low commoner. Yet he still decided to help her, even going against his friend’s wishes of leaving Irene behind.

The moment she was near a fire her face’s color grew back. She wasn’t as pale anymore and she actually looked somewhat alive. She coughed every now and then, her lungs not used to the warmth. Irene did her best to not pay attention to the two people who rescued her, well only one truly rescued her. She knew they would argue about her when they got a moment alone. The only time she paid any attention to them was when they gave her food and water. She didn’t care how they saw her, she gobbled down whatever food they had offered. She took her time drinking any beverage so she didn’t have an upset stomach from drinking and eating too quickly.

Irene found herself silent. She didn’t find herself craving to answer any questions. She just sat there, mute. Irene didn’t want to come off defiant. She was more scared to speak than anything. What was she supposed to say? Thank you? Sure that would have been nice but she knew Aziel’s ‘partner’ would shut her up for even opening her mouth. She hadn’t spoken since the one word she spoke to Aziel. She had to speak sometime. Just when? Now wasn’t the time. Irene allowed herself to be separated from them. She didn’t stray from the fire since she didn’t want to be reminded what the cold was. She merely sat on the other side of it, fiddling with her fingers as they grew warm. She let out a muted breath of satisfaction. She was starting to burn up by being so close. She’d rather this than being without warmth. For the first time, she reached up and pulled the cloak’s hoodie down. Her full face was now visible including her long tied-up hair. Irene was slowly growing more comfortable around their presence, but that didn’t bring her to speak. She still kept her lips sealed no matter what they asked her.

Irene lifted her eyes, following his footsteps. She was like a curious child. Her amber eyes glistened with the gaze of the fire. She seemed so focused on everything around her. Every time she chooses something to peer at, her focused gaze gets more intense by the second. Her perplexed look followed him until he halted beside her. She tilted her head when he sat down. Did he need something or was he doing it to be king? She grimaced when he poured water over his once warm scarf. She reached her hand out right when he did that in an attempt to save it. The look on her face obviously asked why he did that. Irene looked so worried over a simple thing. She was more worried about that than his appearance.

She had noticed the scars on his face but it didn’t bother her. She knew many women who would be startled by it. She wasn’t like those women. Everyone has battle scars. Irene had also taken in his appearance just a second before she got distracted by his actions. He was an overall attractive male, too attractive for his own good. Maybe that was what left Saira so jealous. A young woman, a year younger than Aziel, coming into his life suddenly and now she was getting all the attention, leaving Saira to fend for herself. She didn’t mean it to come to that. Though it could be why she feels so threatened by Irene. Was she overthinking things again? Irene shoved those thoughts away, keeping her eyes locked onto Aziel.

Irene flinched when his warm fingers touched her. She kept her eyes closed like she was going to be hurt. That was when she noticed what he was doing. It surprised her with how delicate he was. She peeked her eyes open as he retained a focused yet warm look on her. He was wiping away the blood she had forgotten all about. It was genuine of him to do so, especially when he chose to ruin a good scarf for her. Didn’t he care about being careful who to trust? He put forward everything for her as if he knew her for years.

Irene fell quiet when he asked a question. It had been a couple of minutes of long silence. She didn’t want to answer but she had to push herself to answer. She bit her lip then finally spoke. “Irene.” She eventually said. Her voice wasn’t rough anymore. It was now silky, back to her normal tone of voice. She hesitated but continued on. “My name is Irene Nirvana,” Her voice grew more shallow. “I come from the Nirvana family. My ancestors were travelers, known for their peace-making within the kingdoms.” Her voice held strong enough to hear but she still kept her voice hushed.

Most people within the kingdoms knew of the Nirvana family, at least a little bit about them. They weren’t famous or anything, just recognized. They would travel between kingdoms, spreading peace and knowledge. They attempted to stop wars between rival kingdoms. Most were failed attempts but that didn’t make them stop persisting on their beliefs. Those were most of her ancestors in the past. The Nirvana family had settled down a lot, still having peace-making tendencies. Her mother and father had ended their life of traveling and decided to make a home. That was when Irene was born as an only child. She grew up not being allowed to leave the kingdom until she was of age. It was almost like their ancient beliefs diminished over the years. However, their family name still holds strong even if things had faded away.

“I am out here alone because my--” She fell silent immediately. Irene wasn’t one to spill anything overly personal with someone she just met. What was she supposed to do? Go on a speel about how she lost her love and lost her son shortly after. It would end up making her get emotional, eventually making Aziel uncomfortable. Not only that but he could use that as possible leverage against her if he really wanted to. She ultimately decided not to answer that question. “Just tell me...” She turned abruptly towards him. It seemed so sudden as she spoke. “Am I a charity case?” She murmured like a little kid. There was this look in her eyes that was piercing. She showed no fear when staring into his. She just wanted the truth.

Irene turned her head away when she didn’t get an immediate answer. She lifted her fingers and untied the cloak he had allowed her to borrow. She slipped it off and handed it to him. It was hard to give back a decent cloak, knowing that hers was worse than his. She tried not to let greed and jealousy get to her. “Thank you,” She whispered. Her demeanor was just so spirited even though she was still tired. “I was cold and you gave me your cloak. I hadn’t eaten for a few days and you fed me. Not only that but you saved me.” She blinked a hard time, looking back at him. “I wouldn’t blame you if you called me a charity case.” Irene fell silent again. It was like she was depicting what and what not to say. She closed her eyes for a long moment, allowing her thoughts to become settled. Irene was always so intellectual with her words that she always sought the right verbiage. She reached her hand towards Aziel. She grabbed the scarf from him, setting it aside so he would focus on what she had to say.

“May I ask you something? I overheard you say you wanted me to travel alongside you and your partner. I...I don’t have any means of payment on me...but I can. I can do whatever you or her what me to do,” Her eyes widened with hope, feeling indebted to both Aziel and Saira. Irene knew he would probably dismiss what she said. She wouldn’t stop until she fully persuaded him. The only thing she worried about this was how much Saira would take advantage of her. But, Irene was one to hold up to her words, so if she decided to take advantage then she just had to deal with it.