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OLIVER »
Abandoned on the streets of Thailand as a toddler. Chosen by Athena—not birthed, but blessed, shaped, and raised in Olympus. He is her mind's heir, if not her blood.
Appearance:
Hair like a raven's feather dipped in ink—dark, straight, sharp.
Ash-toned eyes that flick over everything like they're mapping it.
Wiry build, long limbs—more "architecture student with secrets" than warrior.
Always wears a silver ring shaped like an owl's talon. Never explains it.
Personality:
Reserved, watchful, unnervingly perceptive.
Has the kind of silence that makes people confess to him without knowing why.
Thinks five steps ahead. Speaks three steps behind.
Always noticing. Rarely explaining.
Never quite warm—but not cold either. Just dangerously composed.
Vibe:
Chessboard instead of battlefield.
Eyes that feel like a riddle.
Hoodies that smell like rain.
The kind of voice you obey before you realize you're listening.
Gives major "he'll pick you apart, then fix what he found" energy.
Secret struggle:
Despite being blessed by a goddess of reason, he's started to feel emotionally unbalanced—haunted by questions about why he was abandoned, and who he really is beyond the perfect mind Athena gifted him.
KIET »
Raised by a mortal father who refused to speak of the goddess who left them. The boy grew up lovely—and aware of it—but never fully sure why the world kept handing him love he didn't ask for.
Appearance:
Honey-gold skin and smile lines even when he's not smiling.
Soft brown hair that glows a little too perfectly under sunlight.
Lips like a love letter, eyes like a dare.
Wears oversized sweaters, dangling earrings, and charm like it's cologne.
Personality:
Affectionate, magnetic, but always just slightly out of reach.
Flirty without trying. Apologetic without meaning it.
Doesn't chase love—because he's used to it chasing him.
Used to being adored. Still doesn't know how to receive it.
His kindness is real. But it's layered with fear: if he lets you too close, will you leave too?
Vibe:
Candy wrappers, mirror selfies, and wilted roses under his bed.
Laughs like he means it. Looks like he doesn't.
Cries silently in bathrooms and goes out smiling.
The type to have five love confessions a week—and still feel lonely.
Secret struggle:
He wants someone who sees beyond his charm. Who stays when he's not glowing.
But deep down, he wonders if he was made to be beautiful, not loved.
