Banished from the gods after breaking their rules, Zephyre was sent to earth with his daughter. Their absence sparked a great war amongst the gods, leaving violence as the only option after all this time. Zephyre was a strong man, with muscles he wasn't afraid to hide, carefully shaped and amplified by his clothes. His hair was a light white, like his daughter, moving in curls like waves of the ocean, drooping just over his shoulder. His eyes, as yellow as the sun, could stare a hole in the wall, as his resting face was very stern.

Zephyre was used to the attention he got because of his looks. It's what he was most known for on earth. His dark skin, rough and calloused, contrasted by the white beard and mustache. His nose, arched like the epitome of beauty in greek mythology. All of the attention had him really sassy.

"Oh please. Zeus doesn't stand a chance next to these darlin's." Zephyre's voice rang out from the restaurant, where he had taken his daughter, Zena, to celebrate another victory. Zena chuckled at seeing her father flex his muscles, trying to hide her embarrassment at all the attention he was grabbing.